Hellraiser: Revelations Page #4

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- Get me some towels!

Come on, Peter.

- Oh, God.

- Peter!

No!

- Help him, help him!

- I'm trying!

- No!

- What the hell happened to him?!

- I can't hear him.

- Oh, God!

They're... they're coming.

- They're coming.

- Oh, come on, Peter.

I love you!

Stay with me!

No, Peter, no! No!

No!

No!

Sarah, take Katie to the living room.

- No!

- Emma, go with them.

- Go with them!

- No!

Jesus Christ.

Hey, Mom.

Here, give me the gun, son.

Hm?

Be careful, Steven, it's loaded.

Oh.

I'm guessing you're all

a little confused right now.

- What the f*** is wrong with you?!

- Shut the f*** up, little girl!

- The grown-ups are talking.

- Why are you doing this?

Because I hate this shithole,

nowhere town.

We both hated it. That's why we left.

We simply had to get the f*** out

of this bullshit Generica.

We wanted something else.

Anything else.

Anything besides the reality

of the same job,

f***ing the same women,

eating the same f***ing food

day in and day out

for the next 50 years.

It doesn't have to be that way, Steven.

You'll understand

when you have your own children.

Children. Why?

So they can end up

as f***ed up as me?

I'm miserable.

I'm depressed. I'm unfulfilled.

So I'll bring in another life into this

world and see if that entertains me.

Good plan!

How did that work out for you?

Not so good.

I don't understand.

This isn't you, Steven.

This isn't you talking.

That's the first sensible thing

I've heard you say all night.

How much?

How much?

Do it!

No.

- No, I can't.

- Don't be weak.

- Kill her!

- She has a baby, Nico!

You wanna kill her?

Do it yourself!

I'm not doing this

for you anymore, Nico!

You're pathetic.

Get out of here.

I can't do this anymore.

We've come so far.

The world will open up for us.

I've seen things barely imagined.

- Crossed the Rubicon.

- What's left for me here?

One more time.

Bring me a man so I can take his skin.

And then I promise,

it will all be over. I promise!

No, I... No.

I can't do this.

I'm done.

You won't do it?

You won't do it for your best friend?

After everything that

we've been through.

After everything that we've done.

I've given you the shirt off my back.

No!

It's not the shirt off your back

that I want.

What's the matter, Mother?

Don't you recognize

your dear, precious boy?

What have you done with my son?

I haven't done anything.

Is he alive?

Oh, Steven's alive.

In a way.

But those... boyish good looks

that I now possess...

...they're all gone, I'm afraid.

You stole his skin?

He wasn't using it.

Nico.

Not so fast, Mother.

Sit down and shut up!

I don't know why you're spilling tears

for Father dearest, there,

when your true love

lies bleeding to death.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about you

f***ing Stevie's dad.

I know.

We both know.

Hell, it was one of the reasons

we decided to fly the f***ing coop.

If this is an example of the perfect,

all-American family unit in action,

then count me the f*** out.

Is this true?

Oh, you're one to play high and mighty.

Aww... Little Emma...

...you know you're a naughty girl, Emma.

Making out with your own brother.

Yeah.

Emma! Give me the box.

I don't have it!

It's here.

I can feel it.

Tell you what.

I'll give you 30 seconds

to go get it...

...or I'll shoot your mommy in the face.

Go!

Mr. Craven?

How about an apology?

For what?

For f***ing my mother

and ruining both of our families.

I'm sorry.

- Thank you.

- No!

Not you, you little sh*t.

Sarah.

Oh.

Sorry that you were f***ing around on

her or sorry you just got caught?

You know what? I don't care.

I'm not sorry

that I f***ed your little daughter.

That I was the first one

inside little Emma.

That mine was the first cock

she ever sucked.

I didn't even like her that much.

Nico...

...where's Steven?

Where's my son?

Nico.

Nico, please.

Nico, you're home now.

Why are you doing this to us?

It doesn't matter anymore,

you're home.

It's not that simple, Mother.

But why? Why are you like this?

Now... give me the box.

- Why do you need it?

- Hand the f***ing thing over!

What are you gonna do with it?

Attempt to save what's left of my soul.

If only that spineless brother of yours

had helped me the f*** out of this mess!

I've been on the run

from them ever since.

An eternity of torture

isn't exactly what I have in mind.

I like to taste,

I like to feel,

I love to f***.

And I'm not exactly ready to see any one

of those avenues of pleasure

cut off to me just yet.

I need the box to call them.

I'm thinking I can swing a trade.

You mean all of us for you?

Oh, no. No.

Just you, sweetie.

Yeah.

Fresh...

...innocent.

They're going to love you.

Not so f***ing innocent, am I?!

Now open the f***ing box!

Here we go.

Oh, my God!

No.

You have a darkness

that rivals my own, Nico.

It will be a very special pleasure

to rip you apart.

Hang on, hang on.

She opened the box, the girl!

Steven? Steven, is that you?

Steven?

Human names, human memories,

they have no place, nor meaning,

in our existence.

Leave her alone!

Unless you want to taste her blood,

feel her freshly razored flesh

against you,

you'll sit in silence.

We have no desire for you.

He made her open the box.

Now, you will come with us.

No. No, no! I... I called you here.

I called you to trade her for me.

Trade?

No.

Sh*t.

Oh, God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, God!

No! No!

This trinket of sensation you feel now

will be a delight

compared to the onslaught of agony

that awaits at our hands.

These banal beings have nothing.

Desire has abandoned them all.

Except for her. The dark seed that grew

within you now germinates within her.

The time will come when her

own twisted desires will ripen.

Then she will call to us on her own.

Bring him.

No one gets to kill you but me,

you little f***.

Thank you.

Fool.

We had all we desired.

Our appetite was sated.

And the eternity of suffering

he would've experienced at our hands,

would've been more vengeance for you

then you can possibly imagine.

But your actions have denied us.

Denied us that exquisite joy.

Now there is a deficit of flesh.

Debt is outstanding.

And we seek payment.

No. No, please take me.

No.

What few moments you have remaining

will be spent in the agony...

- Please.

- ...that the indulgence

of your own foolish vanity

has cursed your wife

to unparalleled terrors

at the hands of others.

No, Sarah! Not my wife!

No!

No! No!

Even that which is born of the flesh...

...is still just flesh.

Then no flesh shall be spared.

I'm so sorry.

When this existence

ceases to fulfill,

we will be waiting.

I love you.

I love you so much!

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