Hellraiser: Hellworld Page #3

Sooner than you think.

Welcome to Hellworld, Chelsea.

911. What's your emergency?

I need help.

I'm at 86 Hillbound Drive.

Are you there?

I can't hear you. Hello?

Can I help you, fellas?

Hey, there.

Sorry to bother you

at this hour.

It's all right.

I think.

We just got a call.

Probably a prank.

Young woman says her friends

are being taken hostage

or something.

I'm entertaining some guests

here tonight.

She sounded whacked

out of her gourd.

Do you mind if we look around?

I'd rather you didn't.

Scare away my guests.

Hey!

Up here!

I have a reputation to uphold.

I don't want some drugged-out

chick tarnishing it.

Up here!

Officer,

I have Ms. Murdoch on the line.

This is Officer Riley.

I'm at the big house now.

Where are you?

I'm upstairs by the window,

just above the veranda.

I'm looking up at the window

right now.

I don't see a damn thing.

What the f***

are you talking about?

I'm right here!

Look!

Look!

- Definitely drugs.

- Hey!

Probably speed or meth.

Come back!

Hey!

Up here!

Hey!

Look!

I'm rerouting you

back to Dispatch.

I don't believe this.

Dispatch.

This is Officer Riley.

Did the trace come up

with anything?

Yeah. The call

came from your number.

No sh*t.

Yeah.

Somebody's pulling your leg.

They're always one step ahead.

Okay, guys. We're going home.

Prank call.

Apparently she was calling me

from my phone.

These kids and their gadgets.

I don't want to sound nosy.

But what's a guy like you do

with a big house

like this, anyhow?

I love to party.

I believe you owe me one.

Come on, stud.

It's your turn to go down.

Up here!

Up!

Look up!

Up here!

That's gonna bruise.

Easy, sweet cheeks.

You're gonna bruise my tonsils.

That's not cool.

Open up.

Get in here.

Hello?

Come on. Open up.

This is not fair.

Hey!

Where are you going?

Don't leave me in here!

F***.

Props.

Just props.

Damn good props.

Just...

props.

Of course.

Latex.

Even put it

in Derrick's clothes.

Nice touch.

Derrick?

Derrick?

Oh, sh*t!

F***!

Oh.

Hello?

Anybody?

Somebody.

Sweet cheeks?

Not good.

Please!

No!

Please!

No!

This is just the beginning.

Hey!

Wait!

Over here!

Come back!

No!

Wait!

Oh, come on!

Please.

Come on!

Like a bad horror movie,

isn't it?

Come on, guys.

It's just a game.

A crazy f***ing Internet game.

Adam was a very talented player.

None of us could've seen him

taking the game

as far as he did.

Aah!

What Adam did was his decision.

We should've seen this coming.

Not real!

Hey! Easy, now!

Whoa!

Hold on. Everything's fine.

Easy, easy, easy.

Ho.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, I'm a cop.

Easy, now.

Are you the girl

who called for help?

What's your name?

Chelsea.

What the hell

are you doing out here?

There's something strange

happening in that house.

Something terrible

happened to my friends.

You've got to believe me.

I believe you, Chelsea.

This isn't the first time

I've had to come out here.

There's something

about that house.

Hang on.

Dispatch, this is Unit 12.

Dispatch.

What's your situation?

I'm at the old house.

You still don't understand,

do you?

There is no way out for you,

Chelsea.

Oh, what wonders

we have to show you.

Chelsea!

- Jake!

- Chelsea, it's Jake!

Chelsea, it's coming.

Don't leave me here, Chelsea.

Don't leave me here!

I'm at the house, Chelsea.

Chelsea, please!

- Jake, hold on.

- Oh, my God!

Don't leave me here!

Don't leave me here.

Oh, my God, no.

They're coming.

Please don't leave me here.

Jake!

Jake!

Jake!

Chelsea!

Jake!

Jake, hold on!

Where are you?

Chelsea?

Chelsea!

Hello?

Chelsea!

Chelsea?

Sh*t.

Chelsea.

Jake!

Are you okay?

What happened?

No. I'm fine.

I'm fine.

What are you talking about?

There's something majorly wrong

going on here.

No sh*t.

Where is everybody?

I haven't seen anyone.

Have you?

No.

Nobody.

And I mean nobody.

It's this house, Jake.

It's like it's playing with us.

It's haunting us.

Not if I can help it.

That better be you, Mike.

Not this time, Chelse.

Great party.

Welcome to motherfucking

Hellworld, Chelsea.

No!

Get away from me!

Come on, Chelse.

Let's raise some hell.

Leave me alone!

Adam was right, Chelse.

No!

Come on, Chelse!

It's what we've always wanted.

You want me, Chelse.

You know you want me.

Game over, Chelsea!

Only you and Jake left.

No!

Stop!

Oh, God!

God.

Hello.

Hello, Chelsea.

I hope this night is everything

you dreamed it could be.

How obviously cryptic that was.

Why don't I

just call you Pinhead?

If that's what

you want to think.

So you are Pinhead, right?

Let me guess.

You're going to rip off

your face

and morph into some

franchise icon, right?

You don't know Hellworld

from your ass.

How come you're in it?

Get your mythology right, buddy.

First, I have to open the box.

Then, Pinhead appears.

The hooks and chains.

But none of that's happened.

Why?

Because none of it's real.

You'll come to believe it,

Chelsea.

I'll say this much.

It is about a box.

"Come to the party.

Come to the party. "

No!

Chelsea.

I'm sorry.

Why?

I didn't know.

I'm sorry.

Chelsea?

Please don't die.

What the f*** is going on?

Who the f*** is this?

Whoa! Jake!

Calm down!

It's just me, Chelsea.

What happened?

I just killed you.

Huh?

I just killed you.

You just died in my arms.

Oh, Jake.

Can I ask you a stupid question?

Could this place be a portal?

I mean to the real Hellworld.

Somebody wants us

to believe that.

That's for sure.

I'm not buying it.

I mean, where's the engineers?

Where are the jailers?

Now, Pinhead is just supposed to

show up and take your soul away.

That's it.

It's not adding up.

Maybe we're already dead.

No, Chelsea.

Nobody opened up the box.

Suppose it has nothing to do

with the box, Jake.

Suppose we're in hell

because we belong here.

For what?

For not saving Adam.

From who?

From himself.

From Hellworld.

Chelsea, none of us thought

he would take it that far.

We knew what Hellworld

was doing to Adam.

But we kept on playing it.

That was nobody's fault.

If this is hell,

none of us belong in it.

Well, I'm starting to think

we may not make it out, Jake.

At the rate we're going,

we might not make it long enough

to see the sun rise.

Chelse, when we get out

of this place,

I promise you the most

beautiful sunrise ever.

You're on, Jake.

Where are you?

I locked myself in the attic.

You don't even want to know why.

Okay.

Sit tight.

I'm on my way.

It's from my family's

private stock.

Come on.

Let's not insult the dude.

No insult taken.

Knock yourselves out.

Ow!

Welcome, Hellraisers.

Invitations.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

Chelsea.

Come here, Chelsea.

Come here.

It's just a game, Chelsea.

Adam?

Adam?

Jake!

Jake!

Help!

Chelsea!

No!

Jake!

Chelsea!

- Jake, he's got me!

- Chelsea!

Help!

Whatever it is,

don't believe it.

It's not real!

It's all in your head!

It's whatever you're afraid of!

Don't be afraid!

He's not letting go!

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