hellraiserstory
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Sep 19, 2005
11:26 PM
by Anonymous
A STORY (Hellraiser type)
Martin's fingers carressed the box in his hands, sliding over the cold metal. He didn't know of its origin but found himself strangely compelled to touch it. He turned it over in his hands, examining the intricate carvings. He turned it to a side with a circle carved on it, he found his fingers moving toward then round it in an unusual fashion. For a moment he thought that he saw some blue sparks, but it was probably his imagination. His fingers then depressed the circle. At first the box did nothing, but then whirring noise sounded as part of the box raised from the surface. He pushed it forward, then back into the box. It was as though he was being guided by some unknown force. Then some segments lifted out, he turned them and slid them back in. Suddenly the room began to shake. He dropped the box. Plaster fell from the walls revealing the horizontal frames behind. He ran to the door and scrabbled frantically at the handle trying to get it open but it would not. The wall at the end of the room opened. A brilliant white light shone in. He still scrabbled at the door. A vague shadow appeared in the light, folloed by another three. All gradually got darker. He banged on the door, shouting, trying to get someone to help. The shadows became clearly visible forms. A man with no hair but his face covered in spikes. He was dressed in strange chain mail clothing with various knives and other sharp items stoped in a belt around his waist. Another in similar clothing was highly grotesque. His lips had been pulled back revealing his chattering teeth. The who head horribly deformed. He carried a curved dagger , similar to a scythe. MArtin was so shocked he just stood pressed against the door. Another figure similar to the chattering one was fatter and with no visible teeth and extremely greasy looking. The final figure was female. She had no hair and wasn't deformed like the others but did have a wire coming from either cheek, holding some flesh open. The spikey figure crouched and picked up the box. It reverted back to its original form. "Fetch him." he instructed.
The others walked over to martin, grabbed him and took him to the spiked one who was evidently in charge. The other followers circled Martin occasionally slicing at him with their weapons.
"You called us here. Now you can have that which you desired." The spiked one told him in a low commanding voice.
"But I...I.." Martin started but didn't get chance to finish as the leader nodded his head slightly and a chain flew out of nowhere to stick in his side.
He wanted to scream, he wanted to run, neither of them he succeeded in doing. The followers stabbed into him with their weapons, slicing, scraping, stabbing. The leader made a few more short jerks with his head. More chains hooked onto him digging into his flesh, pulling at his skin as though they were trying to tear off his skiin. Blood dropped off his body onto the floor. The pain was unspeakable. The leader jerked more, chains flew from various directions, sticking into him. They lifted him from the floor. They pulled at his skin, pulling it away from the body. The chains pulled at his arms, his legs, his chest... gradually getting stronger. The followers still sliced at him,
By Derek Williams
Well I really liked Hellraiser at the time. It fit the tone of the book too. I don't think the story is that badly written but it is still rather clumsy at times. I lose points for it being effectively fan fiction though.