Hellraiser: Revelations Page #4

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- So what?

So I don't want any accidents happening.

All right, fine. But if it comes down

to it, you'd better not hesitate.

How is he?

Out cold.

Let him sleep.

It's the best thing for him now.

Strong pulse.

- You OK?

- No, not really.

He's back, Sarah.

I'm sorry about earlier.

No, you don't have to apologize.

I can't believe he's here.

Neither can I.

And he just turns up

after all this time.

Birth... is pain.

Each nail...

...each new square of flesh...

...wrenches you further from the fleshy

existence you knew before.

Mmm...

What you got there, Em?

Puzzle box.

Where did you get that?

You know where I got it.

You've been in the bag?

Wait a minute. Is that the thing

Nico was playing with in the video?

Yeah, it is. Why do you have it?

You guys never told us you...

that was found in their bags.

It opens. If I could just...

figure it out.

It's an earthquake.

Everyone just stay calm.

Oh, my God!

Dad... what's happening?

- What the...

- What the hell is going on?!

Oh, no.

Ross... why?

It is almost time.

- I'm scared. I don't understand.

- Oh, God. Oh, my God.

What was that?

Oh, my gosh, I'm scared.

Where's Steven?

Oh, where is he?

Steven?!

- Steven!

- Hey, hey, hey!

- Where did he go?

- Hey, hey.

- Calm down.

- But where is he?!

Everything's gonna be fine.

Come on, we'll find him.

OK, I'll go this way.

Steven?

He's here. He's outside.

Why is he just standing there?

Steven?

They're coming.

The ones that creepy bastard...

...that vagrant, called the Cenobites.

What vagrant?

Who are the Cenobites?

He said they could take the pain away.

He said they would

show us something different.

Something better.

Something beyond the limits.

Good times.

You got a better idea?

Yeah, I do.

How about anything?

What if they find our fingerprints?

When do you think

that shithole was last cleaned?

Trust me. Thing's got prints

dating back to the last ice age.

Besides, life's cheap down here.

There's probably something

like 100 killings a week.

She's already just a number.

A statistic.

Whoa, we're not looking

for any new friends, amigo.

Comprende?

It seems to me you could

use a friend right now.

- You think?

- Well...

A rat hole like this...

...a couple of preppies...

...reeking of...

privilege.

Tells me you... need a way out.

- Or a way in.

- Sir, whatever it is you're selling,

no thank you.

What's that?

Experience.

Yeah, well, we've had

enough of that for this trip.

Hold on. Experience?

Oh, it's a form of ultimate arousal.

What, like sex?

No, it's better than that.

It's better than sex.

- Better than sex?

- Sex has limits.

So does killing.

What the f*** is that supposed to mean?

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