Hellraiser: Hellseeker Page #3

The accident f***ed you

more than I thought.

Hey, you know what?

I'm gonna hook you up, man.

She'll take one look at you

and know exactly...

what you need.

And look busy, all right?

Anybody seen Gwen?

Just relax.

Let the needles

connect to your soul.

These headaches

you've been getting.

Do they happen in conjunction

with the hallucinations?

Sort of. My head's been in constant

pain ever since the accident.

And it seems to increase whenever

I get those, you know...

- Dreams?

- No, more like nightmares, really.

- It just seems so real.

- That's your subconscious talking.

It's trying to tell you something

about your waking life.

So, what's the mirror for?

To help you look into your soul.

I can see into your soul.

You feel desperate.

Trapped by a wife who

suffocates you with forgiveness.

You're looking for a way out.

- Yeah.

- Something final.

Without remorse.

Without regret.

Wherever there is hate,

violence, depravity...

a door will always be found.

This musical puzzle...

created by a Frenchman,

named Lemarchand.

It is a means to break

the surface of the real.

Which do you find

more exhilarating, Trevor?

The pain or the pleasure?

Personally I prefer pain.

Is there something wrong?

No.

No, I'm okay.

Should I get that for you?

- Hello?

- Detective Givens, Lange's partner.

I don't understand. How can this be

a homicide when there's no murder?

The last time anybody saw her,

she was alive. You think she's dead.

Hey, Detective.

I saw my wife drown in our car.

Yeah. Right.

I've done my homework on you. You

are smart with numbers, aren't you?

- Where are you going with this?

- How many zeros...

was your wife's worth?

- We had nothing.

- No, you had nothing.

She had a nice little inheritance

stashed away for a rainy day.

I'm sorry, what?

Don't play f***ing stupid with me.

Kirsty's father and Uncle Frank...

had several sizable financial

holdings when they passed away...

under some rather

unusual circumstances.

You know, I don't know. Kirsty

never liked to talk about her past.

Well, maybe that's because

she didn't really trust you.

It seems that she's the sole

beneficiary, so if Kirsty's dead...

like you seem so f***ing certain...

well, then I guess it all...

it all goes to you, Trev.

I swear to God, man.

I don't know anything about that.

My partner...

Detective Lange, he's softer

around the heart than I am. Me...

I'm hard. When I get a feeling

about something, I'm usually right.

I get a bad feeling

about you, Trev.

Real bad.

You're obsessed with that thing.

God forbid you let one event go...

unrecorded.

Come to bed. Please?

Please. It's our anniversary,

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