Hellraiser: Hellworld Page #2

by an obsession

for a tiny puzzle box

and the unholy pleasures

sealed inside it.

Hey, Derrick!

Man, you got to listen to this.

Sometime during the blizzard

of 1809,

some 80 women vanished

from this house without a trace.

Ursala was the only one

they found.

Only she wasn't all there.

You might say

she went to pieces.

Oh, but...

Years later,

the house was renovated

and became a lockup

for the criminally insane.

From nuns to nuts.

That is, until the staff

began reporting occurrences

of paranormal violence.

So the house is haunted.

Ooh.

Oh, man!

That's what I'm talkin' about!

Whoa.

This is awesome.

Oh!

Oh, man!

One cold spring morning,

the team locked themselves

in this surgical amphitheater,

injected themselves

with a local anesthetic,

and dismembered one another.

So the house is haunted.

I think tonight will bring you

many answers.

Very nice.

I wouldn't touch that

if I were you.

Often the butchery of

human flesh was so monumental,

they used these devices

to discard the excess.

You mean they chucked

human beings out with this?

No. Bodies.

Forget goose bumps.

My you-know-whats

are getting hard.

Mm.

So, who owns the house today?

You do.

Oh.

Now, that's just wrong.

Whoa!

What the f***?

Are you all right, Derrick?

Yeah.

Ew.

So, Jake, are you here

with some new friends?

It's a friend.

A girl?

You sound surprised.

No, I'm not surprised at all.

Look.

This isn't a reunion, okay?

I never was one of you guys,

and I never will be.

Same old Jake.

Chelsea.

Have a good time tonight.

You still look

woefully underwhelmed.

Whatever.

Have a high tolerance, do you?

The props are cool,

but this is just an old house.

LeMarchand is a character

from some scary story,

the puzzle box a myth,

and Hellworld is just a game.

Thirsting for something more?

Something I believe.

How about pain?

Adam was right.

Chelsea? Are you okay?

Chelsea?

Hey, take it easy.

You all right?

You stay away from me.

I'll try to contain myself.

Okay.

Everybody just calm down.

Is everything cool, Chelsea?

Yeah.

She hasn't even

started drinking yet.

I think I need some air.

I need a drink.

Hell seekers,

this is your house tonight.

Now, that's

what I'm talkin' about.

What's with the masks, anyway?

Everybody gets a mask

and a cellphone.

Each mask has

a four-digit number on it.

If you wish to engage

in the pleasures

that only flesh can bring,

you pick a tasty morsel

and dial that number.

Sweet.

Anonymous debauchery.

Ooh. I like this already.

God.

A day in the life of you guys.

Does nothing ever change?

Much as I love watching

old wounds being opened,

I do have other guests.

But if you need anything,

just scream.

So, Jake, still haven't found

your date?

For your information,

I met her on-line.

Oh, so you don't even know

what she looks like.

What kind of

chat-room-challenged moron

do you think I am?

That's why I'm here.

This ought to be fun.

Can you hear me now?

Can you hear me now?

Three shots over here.

Lot of talent here.

What?

A lot of...

A lot of talent here tonight.

Go get some.

Oh, yeah!

You know, as in,

you should go get some.

Oh. Oh.

Yeah.

Good luck.

You're gonna need it.

Don't you have

anything better to do?

Oh, I'm enjoying myself, Jake.

I'm not hurting anybody.

The only way you guys

ever enjoy yourselves

is when you're hurting somebody.

You never change, do you?

I told my date about you guys.

Don't be surprised

if she's not exactly friendly.

You are not guilting me into

having a crummy time tonight.

We didn't earn your hatred,

Jake.

None of us earned it.

You guys don't earn anything.

You just take it.

It then became a lockup

for the criminally insane.

I'm a bit of an authority

on Leviathan House.

God damn, y'all are fine.

Oh. Yeah.

Excuse me.

I'll be right back.

I'm not Mr. Right,

but I'm Mr. Right Now.

Oh, goody.

These things actually work.

Thanks, Derrick.

What the...

Oh.

Ladies?

Damn it, Allison!

Oh, yeah.

So, here we are again.

Just the two of us.

Just the two of us.

I see.

So, how long has it been now?

Two years?

You're still holding a torch

for a guy

who you're never gonna get

a second chance with.

He's dead, Chelse.

Move on.

You know what, Mike?

Have a great time tonight.

Go f*** somebody.

But when you sober up,

I expect an apology.

Well, that went well.

Whoa!

Hey, baby.

You know what would

look good on you?

Me.

Whoa. Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ooh.

Enjoy the party.

A**hole.

Hey, baby.

Hey, baby.

Hi.

Bye.

Yeah, right.

As if.

Hey.

How's it hangin'?

Ooh.

Don't answer that.

Hello.

Kids, don't try this at home.

The sacrificer is quite becoming

on you, Allison.

Get this thing off me.

It's been used to drain

the blood of Hellworld explorers

since Leviathan himself first

spoke the realm into being.

There is no faster way

to bleed a human

without decapitating him.

Please get this thing

off me now.

Relax. Relax.

It's perfectly safe.

Unless the cutting blades

are engaged.

The cutting blades are engaged.

Someone.

No!

No!

Please don't leave me!

No! No!

Chelsea!

Do you believe Adam now,

Allison?

Allison?

Allison?

Hello?

Hello?

Adam?

What the hell?

Hey!

Hey!

Open up!

Let me out!

Sh*t.

Adam.

"It's just a game"?

You're a bright one,

aren't you, kid?

Not like the others.

Where'd you get this?

How do you know Adam?

Adam was a very talented player.

In fact, he was so passionate

about Hellworld...

...that he made this

with his own hands.

Go ahead.

Open it.

It's not real.

It's...

Is it just a game now, Jake?

I'd love to see your puzzle box.

Want to dance?

Want to party?

Hey, how you doing?

Can I have a drink, please?

Sir, I'll take a drink.

Some party, huh?

Thanks.

F***ing a**hole.

Whoa.

Anyone see this?

Hey.

Jake.

How you doing?

Listen.

I was just wondering what...

So sorry about that.

Hey, how you doing?

When'd you get into Hellworld?

Hello?

What's going on?

Hello.

What's going on here?

Guys.

What the f***, man?

Hey.

Guys?

Hello?

Is everybody ignoring me?

Is this a joke?

Is this a big f***ing joke?

Hey. Hey!

Hello?

F*** this.

What a great party.

Ah!

Yeah.

Yes.

No!

No!

Can't disappoint my fans.

Hey, baby.

What's your name?

Mike, it's Chelsea.

Listen.

I am locked inside a room

on the second floor,

and I need you to come up

and help me.

Oh, so now you want me?

Mike, look,

I'm not messing around here.

There's something really strange

going on in this house.

Well, maybe you shouldn't have

blown me off.

Please.

Would you please come up

and help me?

I'm serious!

I need your help!

What's wrong with you, Mike?

Mike?

Great.

F***!

What's the matter?

Oh, sh*t!

- Allison, thank God.

- Chelsea!

Help me!

Chelse!

Allison, if you and Mike

are f***ing with me,

so help me, God.

Chelsea, help me!

And I thought you had

a high threshold.

Don't worry about Allison.

You'll see her again.

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