Hellraiser: Hellseeker Page #3

I... it...

It looks familiar. Like most

things. I think it was in the car.

Gee, you think so?

Think about it, Trevor.

Give me something to go on here.

I've got Givens ready to drag you in

today on murder charges.

Help me get him off my back.

Off your back.

It was an accident, Detective.

Just like I've been saying all along.

Somebody's got to believe me.

- I believe you, Trevor.

- Damn.

But so far,

I'm the only one who does.

Hey.

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

We need to talk.

- What's up?

- It's getting weird around here.

I quit, today's my last day.

I figured it was the perfect time...

to say "f*** you" to the morons

around here, make a serious change.

Oh, well, Bret, that's...

Look, I know you got your golden

egg all lined up and that's cool.

But the rest of us got to make some

hay for ourselves, 'cause frankly...

this job ain't paying

the bills anymore.

We're not drinking from the

cash cow like your wife was.

What are you talking about?

- What am I talking about?

- Yeah.

The money.

Don't play stupid. Her inheritance.

I'm talking about the plan.

- Let's get out of here.

- Wait. Bret.

- What did you tell Lange?

- Come on, Trev, what the hell's...

No, no, no! Did you tell him about

Gwen? About the inheritance?

I didn't tell them anything.

We're all here for you, Trev.

I trusted you, goddamn it!

How could you do this to us?

God!

Sh*t.

Jesus, buddy, are you all right?

- Sh*t, I got to go, man.

- Well, let me give you...

a ride.

Yeah, hello. Hi. I'd like to speak

to Doctor Allison Dormere.

Hello. Yeah, hi. What do you mean

she's not there?

She's always there.

She's a resident. All right.

Can you please help me find her?

Please. Hello?

Damn it.

There's no physical explanation for

these headaches of yours, Trevor.

Your body's completely healed.

If there's any pain

in your head...

it's in your head.

Your soul is locked up inside you.

And you need to free it, Trevor.

You blocked yourself from the

healing process. We need to do that.

Heal your soul.

The only way to do that

is to give in utterly.

Do you know what I mean

by giving in?

No.

It's about trust.

Do you trust me implicitly?

I don't know what's real...

and what isn't real anymore.

How can I trust anybody?

You can trust me.

Surrender yourself to your past.

It's the only way you can

become whole again.

Are you willing to partake?

Can you hear me?

Just nod.

You know where you are?

Ambulance.

- You remember what happened?

- Some woman on top of me...

...naked, trying to kill me.

- Ah, yeah, not quite that good.

You were riding on a bus, and then

you just collapsed on the floor.

- You remember riding on a bus now?

- No.

Maybe.

Hello, Trevor. Well,

what did you do this time?

Oh, yeah, a couple of stitches

will fix that right up.

Hey, where's Allison?

Yeah, Allison Dormere.

She's a resident here.

We don't have any resident called

Allison. My nurse will numb this up.

I'll get right back to you.

It's imperative that you stay calm.

This might sting a little.

- Just relax. Remember, we're all...

- Here for you. Go ahead, say it.

I'm tired of this sh*t.

Tired of all you people.

Okay, you caught me. At least

let me finish. I got one puff left.

Knock yourself out.

Trevor, I heard you were looking

for me. Is everything all right?

Allison, hey.

No. I'm not all right.

Look, I think I've done some very...

very bad things.

Everybody does things

they regret.

It's part of life.

Until now you couldn't remember

parts of your past, and...

now they're hitting you all at once.

It's a shock to the system.

You can't undo your past.

You're going to have to confront it.

And it frightens me to think that I

can't be there for you when you do.

- Hey, buddy?

- I was thinking I was going insane.

- Hey, buddy.

- What?

Who the hell are you talking to?

- What have you done?

- What's your relationship with Gwen?

I know about Gwen

and the others.

What the f***...?

Where are you?

What have you

done to me? F***.

What the f*** is

happening to me?

Where are you, goddamn it?

Poor Trevor.

Who are you?

Still in the dark?

- This game is over. Do you hear me?

- Oh, I hear everything.

And soon you will

know everything.

Much more than you want.

I guarantee it.

What is this?

Why are you doing this to me?

Is it so difficult

to face your demons?

No. None of this is real.

- You're not real.

- Oh, but I'm afraid I am.

You can't run from your past.

You killed them.

You killed Kirsty.

You killed Gwen...

and the others.

You killed them...

and now you're trying

to pin it on me.

The killer is amongst us, yes.

F***!

God damn it!

Where have you been, Trev?

I've been looking all over for you.

Jesus, what are you doing?

Put that thing away.

Tonight was supposed to be

the night, Trev, remember?

Right, you don't remember anything.

Let me remind you about your plan.

We kill Kirsty, make it look like

a suicide, you get all her money...

we split it 50/50.

But none of that's gonna

happen now, is it?

You had to go solo with your car

accident bit. You f***ed it all up.

What were you thinking, Trev?

That I'd forget about our deal?

- I don't know...

- What you're talking about. I know.

Got to tell you, the amnesia routine

is starting to get a little old.

Lange's on to you. It's a matter

of time before he's on to me.

I don't want to spend

the rest of my life in prison.

I'd rather spend it in hell.

With you.

Bret, what did you do?

No, you're not real.

Get out of my head!

Sage.

Sage.

Trevor.

- You don't understand. I didn't...

- Save it.

You don't need to say a thing.

No, I say... You don't...

You have the right

to remain in silence.

What's going on here, Detective?

You can't believe that I did this.

Detective, believe me, I didn't do

what you think I did, please.

Relax, Trevor. Let's get to the

bottom of this once and for all.

You want to tell me exactly

what happened back there...

or should we just play

the head game a little longer?

Okay, we'll do it your way.

This is Lange.

Really?

Well, I got him

sitting right in front of me now.

Yes.

Yes.

I hear you.

Thank you.

Well, one thing's for sure.

This ain't your lucky day.

They found the body

this morning in the river.

They're bringing it into the morgue

now, so you can identify it.

Is it my wife?

Stay put.

You know, I had you pegged for bad

the minute I laid eyes on you.

Now, I want you to tell me

everything you remember happening.

Exactly the way you told Lange.

But I want you to make one...

...minor adjustment.

- What's that?

Don't f***ing lie to me.

I just want to see my wife.

I just want to see my wife.

I thought I asked you

to stay put.

Each killed with a single

gunshot wound to the head.

Tortured, then shot.

We find the gun...

we find the killer.

This way.

Sick motherf***er!

Get off me!

They're gonna fry your ass,

motherf***er!

I'm gonna strangle

your f***ing neck!

- You've got quite the fan club.

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