Hellraiser: Deader Page #4

who might disagree.

Should I be honored or afraid

that you are here with me,

Amy Klein?

You tell me.

Don't dance with me.

Don't think for one second

that you're not in danger.

You are in more danger

than you ever imagined possible.

Who are you?

I am here to reclaim

what is mine.

And you are here to help me.

It is your destiny to be here.

I can give life back to those

who choose the dark over light

and will do so much more.

But first, I need your help.

What happened to Marla?

What did you do to her?

Marla?

Why, I accepted her, that's all.

That's all I've ever done

for anybody who's come to me.

She didn't want to become

one of you.

Whatever the hell you are.

That's why she killed herself.

Or did she?

Marla will never really die

because she's not really alive.

The more she doubts...

the deader she becomes.

I know what I saw

in that room was real.

It was real, like this flesh.

Do you think this is real?

This flesh?

This blood?

No.

[Child cries]

Do you think this thing

is a presence?

In all essential qualities,

it is less than nothing.

In all essential qualities,

we are less than nothing.

Not solid.

[Screams]

Not here.

And not real.

[Screaming]

What did you see?

What are you afraid of, Amy?

I'm not afraid of you.

Oh, yes, you are.

[Sobs]

You opened the box.

Now I need you

to take the next step.

The box and all its powers

belong to me.

Get off of me!

[Murmuring]

Let me go!

You're all crazy!

Let go of me.

Accept my gift.

No!

No!

Keep still, Amy.

Now give back to me

what is rightfully mine.

Get away from me!

No!

No more pain.

No!

Only pleasure!

- Yes!

- [Screaming]

[Gasping]

Get it together.

No. No.

[Screaming]

Aah!

[Thud]

[Gasping]

What the hell?

Sh*t!

What the f*** is going on?

No!

Holy sh*t!

No!

What the f*** is going on?

This is a dream.

This is a f***ing dream.

This is a f***ing dream!

No!

God, help me!

What have you done to me?

[Sobbing]

Help!

Aah!

No!

No!

No!

Oh, it's not real.

This is not real.

[Groans]

Aah!

Aah!

[Screams]

[Gasping]

[Voices whispering]

Aah!

[Telephone ringing]

MARLA:

Only he can bring you back, Amy.

What the f***

have you done to me?

Not done.

Nor will I.

Who are you?

Why did you do this to me?

Who I am is no concern of yours.

And you may be assured

that this is not my handiwork.

Ask yourself this.

When you stand there,

your flesh exposed,

paddling in a pool

of your own blood,

why is it that you feel no pain?

Because I'm dreaming.

Because this is a f***ing dream.

No!

Not a dream.

You have been recruited as

a soldier in another mars war.

A war that he can never win.

You opened the box,

and your soul belongs to me.

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