Disclaimer: This story takes place between Hellraiser 3: Hell on Earth and Hellraiser: Bloodline. This Director's Cut contains scenes that may be upsetting to the weak of heart. There are also references that might be deemed as threatening or insulting to Christianity. If that part seems offensive to you, read it twice. I am a Christian, and I would never offend my own religion or any religion, except for Satanism which, whether it's realized or not, is the backbone of the Hellraiser series. I'm just trying to bring home how evil EVIL can be. And yes, this fanfic is a glimpse into the darkest soul of evil. If you are pregnant, have a heart condition, or a weak stomach, I urge you not to read this. If you have any problems with this, then don't read it. That's what the BACK button on your browser is for. You've been warned....

"The box!" Rocky cried. "Drop it!"

Kimberly opened her hand and let the box tumble to the ground. "We're in Hellraiser," Trini said. "God help us all, this is bad."

"Hellraiser?" Billy asked. "Is that the movie with the guy with nails in his head?"

"Pinhead," Rocky said. He and Trini shared a frightened look.

"What's the deal with the box?" Karen asked.

"You know," Rocky said, "if the box hasn't been solved yet, we should be okay."

"If the box hasn't been solved, then there's not much point to the story," Trini countered.

"What's the deal with the box?" Karen asked again.

"Pinhead is a Cenobite," Trini said. "Cenobite is an angel... or demon... of pain and pleasure. If you open the box, you release the Cenobites from hell. They can give you unimaginable pleasure, but with unimaginable pleasure, comes unimaginable pain. They can only be returned to hell by taking someone back with them, or solving the box in reverse."

"I wonder who solved the box?" Jason asked.

"Whoever it was, they're probably a Cenobite by now," Rocky said.

"Does anybody recognize this place?" Zack asked.

"Kansas?" Karen suggested. "It's awful flat."

"Too hot for Kansas," Billy said. "It's like..."

"YOU GUYS!" a very familiar voice screamed. "HELP ME!"

"Africa," Billy said. The Rangers spun around just in time to see a black figure streak past them. It carried a very unwilling form who struggled against it, although the two disappeared before the Rangers could see who or what they were.

"We need to get to Angel Grove," Rocky said.

"How do you know that's where they're going?" Zack asked.

"Trini, remember at the end of Hellraiser 3?" Rocky asked.

"The building," Trini whispered. To those uninformed, Trini explained, "At the end of Hellraiser 3, the heroine had solved the box in reverse, sending Pinhead and the other Cenobites to hell, and she placed the box in wet cement. The wet cement was the foundation of a building, and the building essentially became the box."

"So where does that come from?" Jason asked, pointing to the box.

"This is a horror movie," Rocky said. "It doesn't have to be continuous."

"Apparently," Jason muttered.

"If we're in Africa, how are we going to get to Angel Grove?" Karen asked.

"The box," a gravelly voice muttered.

"Get the box," Trini said hurriedly. Zack scooped it up from the ground and held it carefully. "Just don't move any parts of it." Zack nodded in agreement.

"The Cenobites can't take the box," Rocky instructed. "They can only have it given to them."

"Why do they want it?" Kimberly asked.

"If they have the box, then they can stay here," Trini explained. "Rather than going to hell."

Several forms, dressed in skin tight black leather, rose up from the ground. None had hair, and all were horribly deformed. Cuts, slashes, and open wounds covered their bodies. Black chains on some held wounds open. Two were grotesque Siamese twins, connected at the head. One particularly large Cenobite waddled toward the group, prompting them to press together. One had compact discs stuck in his skull and neck. Another had pieces of a camera pressed into him, complete with a lens taking place of his right eye. "Give us the box!" it requested.

"Not a chance!" Rocky shouted.

"Give us the box!" one of the Twins shouted.

"Give us the box!" the other echoed.

A female Cenobite walked toward the Twins. She motioned for the other Cenobites to join them.

"Pinhead wants them," she said sternly.

"Well, Pinhead ain't gonna get us!" Zack shouted.

Suddenly, a wall of fire shot up around the group of Rangers, sealing them in a circle. The ground collapsed beneath them, and they fell through it. They traveled, screaming and thrashing about, through a tunnel of fire. Their bodies never once touched the flames, although all felt its great heat.

The box hit the pavement and clattered away. Zack slid on his back behind it. The others were dumped, quite hard, on the ground. "What the hell?" Rocky muttered, trying to climb to his feet. The dizziness produced from slaloming down the tunnel of fire kept him from standing upright, and he toppled sideways to the pavement.

"It's night," Karen said.

"It's late night," Billy added. He finally made it to his knees and knelt there, trying to keep his head from spinning.

"Hey, the Juice Bar!" Kimberly cried happily.

"What do we do?" Zack asked, holding the box delicately.

"We have to solve the puzzle box in reverse," Trini said, "and I have no idea how."

"Do we have to be near the Cenobites to do it?" Rocky asked her.

"I'm not sure," she said. "Probably." After staring at the box in Zack's hands for a few minutes, she added, "Let's find that building. It's bound to carry some type of significance."

"We should split up," Rocky said. "Some of us should go look for the Cenobites and whoever that was they were carrying, and the rest of us should go look for the building."

"How about those who don't know anything about Hellraiser go look for the building?" Trini suggested.

"I'll take Jason and Zack and we'll go find the Cenobites," Rocky volunteered. "You take the others to find the building."

"Sounds good," Trini agreed. "Let's go guys."

"There are no people," Billy said.

"It's the middle of the night," Karen said.

"There would still be signs of life," Billy said. "Cars, something."

"Maybe Pinhead got to them all," Trini suggested.

"So they'll be dead, right?" Kimberly asked.

"Most of them," Trini said. "He'll probably turn some into Cenobites."

"That doesn't sound very fair," Karen said. "He kills people and turns them into Cenobites, and as soon as the box is solved backwards, they have to go to hell, too."

"It's not quite like that," Trini said. "The Cenobite is the worst of a person. In Pinhead's case, he was two people. A good guy and a bad guy. The good guy sacrificed himself by merging with Pinhead so Joey could send Pinhead to hell. So, just because somebody is a Cenobite doesn't mean they go to hell. It just means their evil side goes to hell. And everybody has an evil side. Some are just more prominent than others."

"Well, this is still one world that can't come to pass," Billy said. "It's one thing to have a homicidal maniac running loose. It's quite another to have someone steal half of your soul."

"We just have to solve that box," Kimberly said. "I used to play with a Rubick's Cube all the time when I was younger."

"What are we looking for?" Billy asked.

"It's a big office building," Trini said, "and the inside is decorated with the gold and black patterns on the box." They were walking through Angel Grove's eerily empty business district.

"Hey!" All four screamed and spun around. "Sorry," Jason said.

"The town is empty," Zack said as the three guys ran up to join them.

"No Cenobites or anything," Rocky said, "although we did find the building."

A large ten-story building stood alone. The entire front of the first floor was glass, revealing a lobby whose walls were designed with the box patterns. "It's empty," Kimberly said.

"This hasn't been a very hard story to get through," Zack said.

"I can assure you it'll get worse," Rocky said. "I'm going in the building. Who wants to come?"

"What?" Karen asked. "You're going in the building? Why are you going in the building?"

"If this building carries any significance, we need to find out what the significance is," Billy said. "It seems harmless enough. I'll go too."

"Are you sure?" Kimberly asked with a note of concern in her voice.

"I'll be fine," Billy said. Kimberly raised up to him and gave him a gentle kiss for luck. "Let's go, Rocko." Billy started toward the building.

"What about my kiss?" Rocky asked. He looked at the building and then at Kimberly and Trini. "Well?"

"All right, fine," Zack said. He hurried over to Rocky and kissed him on the check.

"Ahh!" Rocky shouted. "Dammit Zack, you could have warned me or something!"

"Be thankful he didn't kiss you on the lips," Karen said, stifling a smile.

"Come on, Rocky," Billy said, running back to get him. Rocky wiped furiously at his cheek while Zack and Jason laughed at him. Billy took his arm and drug him toward the building.

"Nice enough building," Billy commented as they walked through the well-lit building.

"I didn't see anything," Rocky said. He ran to the end of the hallway. The resounding thunk of his hiking boots filled the lobby, creating a near-deafening roar. "There's a basement. Want me to go check it out?" Billy ran up beside Rocky.

"We shouldn't go anywhere by ourselves," Billy said. "Let's check it out."

Rocky carefully opened the door and looked down into the basement. "See if you can find a light switch before you go down," Billy said.

Rocky felt around on the wall by the door. He soon located a series of switches and flipped them all. The basement was suddenly lit with bright white lights. "Looks clear," Rocky said, carefully going down the stairs. Billy was close behind. "I think this is just janitor stuff."

"I think you're right," Billy agreed. "Let's check out the top floors."

"I'll never take elevators for granted again," Billy complained as they reached the tenth floor.

"Those were the steepest stairs I've ever seen," Rocky said.

"Either that or a funny looking ladder. Are you starting to think that this is just an ordinary building?" Billy asked.

"I started thinking that around the fourth floor," Rocky said. The first nine levels of the building were completely normal.

"Maybe the box hasn't been solved," Billy said, stepping before the door labeled "10." He opened the door, quickly shut it, and said, "Or I could be wrong."

"Why?" Rocky asked.

"Take a look for yourself," Billy said nervously.

Rocky walked up to the door and carefully opened it. "Oh boy." Dark liquid was pooled up on the floor. The walls were covered with black grime and oil. Black chains hung from the ceiling, each tipped with a wicked hook. Machines could be heard in the background, humming wildly. "Maybe it's a factory," Rocky suggested. Billy crept a few feet into the room. He knelt beside one of the puddles and cautiously stuck two fingers into it. "What is it?" Rocky asked. He brought his fingers up to his nose and sniffed.

"It's blood," Billy said warily.

"You guys!" a happy familiar voice screamed. "Help me!"

"What?" Rocky asked in disbelief.

Billy and Rocky gave each other a glance and walked farther into the room. They were careful to avoid the swinging hooks. "Please don't go!"

"It might be a trick," Billy said.

"Please! It's not a trick! Help me before it comes back!" Billy and Rocky walked to the end of the small corridor that led into the large room. A black pillar of tortured faces and bones was to the right. Tied to it was a very pleading Aisha. "Aisha?" Rocky asked.

"Yes, it's me," she said. "Please! Before they come back!"

"How can we be sure?" Billy asked Rocky. Rocky just shrugged.

"How can you be sure?" Aisha asked. "Okay. Rocky, you have a scar underneath your left armpit because of a fireworks accident when you were nine, and Billy, you have a birthmark on your left butt cheek that looks like Scotland."

"What?!" Billy shouted. "How did you know about that?"

"On your left butt cheek?" Rocky asked incredulously.

"Kimberly told me once," Aisha said. "Please untie me before that white guy comes back!"

"How would Kimberly know?" Rocky asked.

"Don't ask," Billy said. "Come on. Let's get her loose."

It took the two teens a few seconds, but they soon had Aisha untied. She hugged them both and then said, "Let's get out of here. And after that, I want answers." Billy and Rocky eagerly agreed.

Suddenly, a low growling filled the air. Billy slowly looked up and saw its source. A dog, cloaked in black leather, was at the far end of the room. It had no skin, and the muscles on its face were exposed. A barbed wire collar was around its neck. Black chains were hooked into its eyebrows, making its eyes unblinkable, and into the corners of its mouth, forcing it to hold its mouth in an evil snarl. The dog suddenly lurched forward and ran at them. Screaming, the three teens ran toward the lobby. Aisha grabbed a heavy iron bar as she ran down the corridor that would lead to the stairwell, and hopefully, safety. Billy and Aisha jumped through the door and Rocky slammed it shut.

"This should hold it," Aisha said, slipping the iron bar through the door handles. With a thud, the doors shook as the dog slammed into them. Aisha and Billy screamed in alarm, but relaxed somewhat when the door held.

"Let's get out of here," Rocky said. The dog suddenly slammed into the door again, rattling the iron bar. The three teens looked at the door and then took off running down the overly steep stairs.

"What was that thing?" Aisha asked as they ran down the stairs.

"Demon dog," Rocky answered. A loud clattering suddenly sounded above them. "And it just got loose!" With an evil, angry bark, the dog tore down the stairwell.

Billy jumped the last four steps and landed on the seventh floor. He ran the corner and jumped halfway down the stairwell with Rocky and Aisha close behind. They had a good head start on the demon dog, but the dog was still faster than they were. "We won't outrun it!" Aisha shouted.

"I've got an idea," Rocky said. "Go on the next floor!" Billy skidded into the door labeled with a large "6." Throwing the door open, he ran into the semi-lighted office hallway.

"What's your plan, Rocky?" Aisha asked as she followed Billy out of the stairwell.

Rocky pulled the door shut behind him. "These doors open out. The dog shouldn't be able to get in," Rocky breathed.

"Good thinking, Rocky," Billy said. "Now we just have to find an alternate way out."

"Fire escape?" Aisha suggested.

"I don't think there is one," Billy countered. The doors suddenly shook as the dog slammed into them. All three teens screamed suddenly in alarm.

"What are we going to do?" Aisha asked. A rattling sound suddenly came from their right. "What was that?" Aisha asked.

"Shit!" Rocky shouted. "I forgot! Hell's chains!"

"What?" Billy asked. An air vent suddenly exploded. Three black chains flew from it, each tipped with a deadly four-pronged hook. Rocky dropped to the ground, Aisha jumped away, but Billy wasn't so fast. One hook stuck into his arm. He screamed in pain and yanked the chain from his flesh. Warm blood bubbled out of his wound which he clamped his hand over. They jumped over the twitching chains and ran to the end of the hallway.

"Are you okay?" Aisha asked.

"I think so," Billy said.

The dog slammed into the doors again. They began to dent inward. A few more hits, and he would be inside. "We gotta get outta here," Rocky pleaded.

Aisha ran to the end of the hallway. It branched off in two directions. "Come on!" Aisha shouted. She ran to the end of the hallway and turned to the right with Rocky and Billy behind.

"The elevator!" Rocky shouted. He ran up to it and hit the button. The dog suddenly burst through the doors. Its nails could be heard clicking against the tiles.

"C'mon c'mon c'mon," Aisha whispered. All three stared expectantly at the lighted dial above the elevator. It slowly moved to five, and finally six. The doors slid open with a bing. The cenobite dog heard the elevator doors opening. With a growl, it ran toward the sound. Billy repeatedly pressed the button for the first floor. "It's coming!" Aisha screamed. She pressed into the corner of the elevator.

"Close close close close close!" Rocky pleaded. The doors began to slide shut as the demon dog ran ever closer.

All three breathed a sigh of relief as the doors slowly closed. The dog slammed into the doors, prompting a scream from both Aisha and Billy. "I hope this thing gets to the ground okay," Aisha said as the elevator began its slow descent.

A few seconds later, the doors opened on the first floor. Darkness was just beyond. "I'll go first," Billy volunteered. He stepped out of the elevator and glanced around him. "I see some light down this way. I think its safe." Aisha and Rocky were close behind him. Billy crept toward the light. "It's a doorway," he said. He found the knob and opened it.

"The lobby," Rocky said happily.

"Safety," Aisha breathed. They ran out into the lobby, eager to leave the dark hallway behind.

They ran toward the doors to the outside, when a loud voice behind them shouted, "STOP!" All three slowly turned around. A bright blue light shone through the doorway, illuminating the voice's source.

"Pinhead," Rocky said cautiously.

He had pale white skin, and wore a very bizarre black dress. Several long knives hung from his waist. A grid was tattooed all over his head, and a pin stuck out from each intersection. "Go no further," Pinhead commanded. His voice was not at all typical of what one would expect from a demon. It was firm and commanding, but not distorted as evil villains' voices often were. "You are in my realm, now...."

"This is the box," Rocky said.

Pinhead smiled and answered, "This is part of the box. This is the gate. The other box, the original, true box, is the key. Give me... the box."

"Run!" Rocky shouted. The three teens ran toward the doors leading to the outside.

With an evil growl, the cenobite dog jumped past Pinhead and ran after them. "CHAINS!" Pinhead shouted. Black chains shot out from the doorway all around him, flying through the air with their barb pointed forward to spear the teens.

Aisha burst through the door. "RUN!" she shouted. Rocky and Billy darted through the door behind her. Billy attempted to slam the door shut behind him, but the dog had already caught up with him and was through right on his heels. Suddenly, the dog squealed in pain. Billy spun around and saw the dog lying on his side just outside of the doors. He growled and climbed to his feet. He attempted to walk toward the teens, but an invisible barrier kept him from getting more than five feet past the building. Karen and the other teens ran up to Rocky, Billy, and Aisha.

"Billy, you're bleeding," Kimberly said, touching his arms.

"Hell's chains got him," Rocky said.

"What's with the devil dog?" Zack asked, leering at the skinned beast. Pinhead walked through the revolving doors and stood just a few feet from the teens.

"I don't think they can leave the building," Trini said.

"Not yet," Pinhead said. He stared at Kimberly who was trying her very best to make herself unnoticed. "Do not fear me, Kimberly. For you do not yet know what fear is. When you have tasted the truest of pain, the purest of pleasure, and the lack of both after having the carnal knowledge of all, then you will know what fear is. And then, you will have just cause to fear me."

"Don't talk to her," Billy threatened.

Pinhead tipped his head back and laughed heartily. "Young lovers who have yet to experience even the merest fraction of the carnal pleasure this world has to offer," Pinhead said. "You touch yourselves, but not each other. So protective of her, yet you have no idea what she has to offer." He lowered his head in amusement and laughed again.

"Cut the crap, Pinhead," Trini said. "What's the deal with this building?"

"This building is hell's extension into this world," Pinhead explained. "The gate to hell, if you will. That box you hold amongst you is an exact duplicate of the box buried amidst this building's foundation, created as a remote extension to... this box." He gestured at the extravagant building behind him. "The twin box was found in a pawn shop. Someone bought it, solved it just a few hours ago, and was torn to shreds by Hell's chains. I was once again freed, and found myself drawn toward a natural power source." He motioned to Aisha. "I kidnapped her to offer her virgin blood as a sacrifice for hell. Only the power-filled blood of an innocent virgin can successfully destroy the box, and give me free reign over all the carnal pleasures and pains this realm has to offer. I brought her to this building, the gate, to sacrifice her. But, unfortunately, in doing so, found myself trapped in here, unable to even kill her. Since the box was solved in Africa, a time loop was created. The box was solved at seven p.m. Until seven p.m. returns again, I, along with my Cenobites, am trapped in the box. For to us, the box has not been solved."

"So why didn't you kill me when you had me?" Aisha asked in a frightened voice.

"BECAUSE THE BOX HAD NOT BEEN SOLVED!" Pinhead bellowed. "In this city, the box has still NOT BEEN OPENED! The box was solved at five p.m. in Africa. That time has yet to return to Angel Grove, California. You have fifteen hours until it does. At said time, the box will be opened. And we will be freed from hell. And when we are freed, rest assured, we will come show you the true meaning of pleasure." He patted his thigh and turned to go back into the building with the dog close behind.

"Wait!" Zack shouted.

Pinhead smiled and turned around. "Yes, Zachary?"

"Where is everybody?"

"I had them killed," Pinhead answered. "And yes, I could have you all killed as well, even from within the box. But I have better plans with you that should wait until I have all of my powers."

Aisha cut Billy's sleeve off of his shirt. "This is a movie?" she asked.

"Or a story, anyhow," Zack said.

"Pretty weird, huh?" Karen asked.

Aisha examined the wound on Billy's arm. "It's not too serious, Billy," she said. "We'll bandage it up, and you'll be fine."

"Thanks doc," Billy said with a smile. He shot Kimberly a loving glance that plainly said "I told you so."

"What does it feel like to get killed?" Aisha asked nervously.

"It hurts, until you actually wake up on the movie set," Karen said.

"Sort of like pain in a dream," Jason said. "It hurts, a lot, but as soon as you actually have died, it stops hurting and you're on a movie set. It's very bizarre."

"Hey Aisha," Rocky said. "Wanna here a joke?"

"A joke?" Karen asked skeptically.

"Tell me your joke, Rocky," Aisha said with a grin.

"Okay. There was this woman who was pregnant with triplets. She went to the bank one day, and a man was robbing the bank. He started firing, and she was hit three times in the stomach. Well she ran to the doctor, scared to death, but he assured her that she was going to be okay. He said that each baby had been hit, but they were okay. They would be born normally, and some day they would pass the bullet.

"Thirteen years later, one of the girl triplets ran up to the mother and said, 'Mom Mom! I just passed a bullet!' But the mother explained what had happened when she was pregnant, and her daughter wasn't worried about it anymore. A few weeks later, the other girl ran up to her mother, told her the same thing. The mother told her what had happened, and she wasn't worried about it anymore.

"A few weeks after that, the third triplet, a boy, ran up to his mother and said, 'Mom Mom!' She said, 'Let me guess, you just passed a bullet.' The boy shouted, 'Not quite! I was masturbating and I shot the dog!'"

Everyone burst into laughter except Karen and Trini who tried to maintain a dignified expression. Their efforts, however, failed and they joined in with the laughter.

"Aisha?" Kimberly asked.

"Hmm?"

Kimberly reached over to the pegboard and grabbed a key to an unoccupied room on the tenth floor. "I think I'm going to ask Billy if he wants to make love tonight...."

"What?!" Aisha cried. "How long have I been gone?! You and Billy?!"

"We started dating in the Nightmare on Elm Street movies," Kimberly said. "But I was thinking. Pinhead said that whole thing about how much I have to offer and carnal pleasures and all that crap. Maybe, just maybe, if we have sex, that won't be something Pinhead can hold over us."

"Well, if you want my blessing, okay," Aisha said with a grin.

"Do you have a condom?"

"Yeah, I always carry one with me when I walk the wilderness of Africa," Aisha said sarcastically. "Where can I get one?"

"Men's room at a gas station?" Aisha suggested.

"Let's go," Kimberly said eagerly.

"Are you sure this is something you want to do?" Billy asked nervously.

Kimberly bit her bottom lip and nodded. "I know we haven't been... dating very long, but we've known each other a long time," Kimberly said. "And I feel something with you I never felt with Tommy." She took his hand in hers and held it.

"I've never," Billy stammered, "never d-done this b-before."

Kimberly smiled and gently touched the side of his face. "Billy, I haven't even told you want I want to do with you," she said, her voice not showing any nervousness at all.

"I can still guarantee I've never d-done it," he said, literally shaking with nervousness.

"Well, what have you done?" Kimberly asked, her brown eyes wide and pleading.

"Kim, I c-can't t-talk," Billy stammered, "ab-bout th-"

"Well, let me do the talking, and you just nod," Kimberly said. "You're scared to death, so I'm going to say you're still a virgin." Billy nodded in agreement. "Have you had... oral sex?"

"N-n," Billy stammered.

"No," Kimberly said. "Okay. Have you ever been in a petting session?"

"Huh?" Billy croaked. _How can Kimberly ask those things without even blushing! And what the hell does she mean by petting session?! That sounds like something I would say!_

"You know, mutual masturbation," she said firmly. From Billy's uncomfortable moan, Kimberly assumed he meant no. "Have you ever touched a woman?" Kimberly asked. "In any way at all." She took his hand and carefully raised it to her chest. She placed his open palm on the side of her right breast and held it there, hoping she wasn't doing any kind of irreparable psychological damage. "It won't bite," she promised.

Billy found himself carefully testing its softness, firmness, he wasn't sure what, but he was testing something. His eyes were wide and his expression was completely awestruck. For once, his face wasn't suffused with a red blush; of course, his blood was on a course due south.

"Have you ever seen a woman naked?" she asked. Billy started to say something, but she interjected, "In person."

"Once, s-sort of." He had a brief but vivid flash-back to his brief tenure in her body.

"Would you like to now?"

_She didn't just ask that, did she?_ Billy opened to say something, but a strangled moan was all that came out. "You did spend a whole day in my body," Kimberly said. "Did you do anything?"

"Nooooo," he lied.

"You liar. Because I did," Kimberly said with a sneaky smile.

"You d-did?"

"Uh huh," she said. "I looked at you. A lot. I...." and a crooked smile crossed her face, "I felt myself up in the shower."

"You felt me up?" Billy asked.

"Like you didn't."

"I didn't say I minded," Billy said sheepishly.

"C'mon," Kimberly said. She took his hand back in hers and turned to face him. "What did you do?"

"Kimberly," Billy said.

"Billy," Kimberly said. "Billy, look at me." She turned him to look at her. "I thought I was being as blunt as possible, but I'll try something a little more direct. I want to make love to you. I want to share my body with you. I want you to share your body with me. Is that blunt enough?"

"Yeah, that was blunt," Billy said, surprisingly smoothly.

"Well, would you like to?" Kimberly asked.

"More than you could ever know," Billy answered with a sigh. "But, I don't have a...."

"Don't stammer another word," Kimberly said. "I've already got one."

_Damn._ "Oh," Billy said. "Where did you get it?"

"Aisha and I got one out of the men's room at the 7-11," Kimberly said. "But the expiration date is okay, so its good."

"So Aisha knows?" Billy asked.

"She would have found out anyway," Kimberly said. "Billy, you're so tense. Relax."

"I'm j-just a little nervous," Billy said. _I can't believe Kimberly Ann Hart wants to sleep with me._

"That's okay," Kimberly said. "I'm a little nervous, too."

"You are?"

"Yeah," she said. "You do want to do this, right?"

"Definitely," he said.

Kimberly laughed nervously. "Now I'm nervous," she said.

"How do we... start?"

"I don't know," Kimberly laughed. "We should probably stop talking." She leaned in close to Billy and kissed him.

He was still tense and didn't move at all. _She wants to make love to me. Tonight. In a world that is just a movie. I'm about to... have sex. What about waiting for marriage? But then again, that might not be for a long time. And this is a fantasy you've had since you were thirteen. Somebody tell me what to do!_

Billy slowly rolled onto his back with Kimberly straddling his lap. Still kissing him, she began to tug at his shirt tail. _Is tonight the night? If you really want to do this, loosen up. My God, what's wrong with me? A beautiful woman wants to make love to me and I'm about to freak out._

Kimberly slipped one hand up underneath Billy's shirt and slid up his side. His involuntary wriggle told her he was still ticklish. She had tortured him when they were both kids, tickling him until he was screaming for her to stop through tears of laughter.

She pulled her hands back and pulled her own shirt off. _Should I have let Billy do that? I wish I had a sexier bra._ she wondered briefly. With a soft moan, Billy reached out to touch her breasts. Kimberly smiled, glad that Billy was finally doing something. She was starting to get concerned.

_Tonight is gonna be the night. You're about to make love to Kimberly Ann Hart. You're going to lose your virginity, and you won't be a virgin on your wedding night. But you want to, and she wants to, so it doesn't matter. Right? Right?! Somebody please answer me!_

"I can't do this!" Billy cried, spinning away from her.

"What?" Kimberly asked, sounding more than a little disappointed.

"I'm sorry, Kimberly," Billy said. He got off of the bed and began to tuck his shirt back in. "Please don't be mad at me, but I can't do this. Not now. This is just too fast for me."

"What?"

"Please understand," he said, and ran out of her room before she could say another word.

Kimberly stared at the door. "Well, of all the things I figured would happen, that wasn't one of them."

Billy sat down beside the duck pond. "I am so stupid," Billy complained. _Kimberly will probably want to break up now. Stupid stupid stupid!_

"Hey Billy," Kimberly said, walking up behind him.

"Hi," Billy said.

"Are you all right?" Kimberly asked.

"I guess."

Kimberly sat beside him. "Why did you run out? Was it me?"

"No!" Billy cried. "No, it wasn't you. I'm just not ready for sex. I hadn't planned on having sex like that. To just jump into it all of a sudden. I just freaked out when I thought I could have had it tonight. Are you mad?"

"No," Kimberly said truthfully. "I'm not mad. More than a little surprised, but I'm not mad. Truly, I'm not. We'll just wait until you're more ready."

Billy chuckled. "I always thought the man was the one who wanted sex."

Kimberly laughed as well. "I don't know what it is about you, but you make me feel something I've never felt before," Kimberly said. "Were you this nervous with Cestria when it came to sex?"

"Aquitians don't have premarital sex," Billy said. "Ever. Remember, I told you about that time I took my shirt off and she thought I was going to rape her."

"Oh yeah," Kimberly said. She wrapped her arm around his waist and said, "You know, I'd really like to see you without your shirt sometime."

"What?" Billy said incredulously.

"Well, I did spend that day in your body, but that was three years ago," she said. "And I'm sure you look better from my perspective than a reflection in the mirror." Billy's face burned red. "I'm going to have to get you over this sex hang-up," Kimberly said. "That's just all there is to it."

"Good luck," Billy said.

"Why do you get so embarrassed?" Kimberly asked.

"I don't think I've gotten used to the fact that we're a couple, now," Billy said.

"Why?" Kimberly asked. "Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Girls like you normally don't fall in love with guys like me," Billy said.

"Billy," Kimberly said sternly.

"No, it's true," Billy said. "You're a popular cheerleader with a gold medal from the Pan Global Games. I'm a science geek who has just recently learned to carry on a conversation without Trini serving as a translator."

"You've also got a great body," Kimberly said, "you're sweet, you're considerate, and if I ever want to have sex, I'm going to have to rape you to do it."

Billy, despite his bright red color, couldn't help but smile. "If we get out of this alive," Billy said, "I promise I will take you up on your offer. Another thing that scares is me if we do make love in the story, then somebody might see it. Or read about it, or something like that."

"Now we've really got something to fight for," Kimberly said.

"Saving the world wasn't enough, huh?"

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know."

"Why don't we go back and sleep together," Kimberly said. Billy started to say something, but she placed a finger over his lips. "I mean just sleep. Exactly what I said. Sleep. Nothing else. Not even any nudity. Remember that first night at the cabin? That was really nice, and I'd like to do that again."

"Okay," Billy agreed with a smile. "I'd like that, too."

Around three a.m., Billy and Kimberly arrived back in their motel room. "Kimberly?" Billy asked. "Remember what you said to me?"

"Which part?"

"About wanting to see me with my shirt off," Billy said shyly. Kimberly smiled and nodded. "Did you... really mean th-that?"

"Yes I did," she said.

"Really?" Billy asked, stepping out of his shoes.

Kimberly folded down the covers on the bed and said, "Yes. Really."

"You know, I've only taken my shirt off for one other person, and you know how that turned out."

"I promise I won't scream," Kimberly said with a sly smile.

"If I take off my shirt, would you take off your shirt?" Billy asked.

"I don't want anybody but you to see me naked," Kimberly said. "Remember, this might be a movie or a story or something in a different dimension."

"Oh," Billy said, disappointed.

"But, I could always take my bra off under the covers," Kimberly mused. "You could look then."

"Really?" Billy asked.

"Yeah," Kimberly said. She laughed and said, "This is so bizarre. But you have to go first."

"Okay," Billy said. "Do you mind if I sleep in my underwear? I mean, I usually sleep in pajamas, but since I don't have any with me...."

"I don't mind," Kimberly said. "Boxers or briefs?"

"Briefs," Billy admitted shyly.

"Mmm," Kimberly said with a smile. "Leaves less for my imagination to make up. White?"

"Yeah."

"All right," Kimberly said. "Hanes?"

"Fruit of the Loom," Billy said. "It doesn't take much to excite you, does it? Which should I take off first?"

"Your shirt," Kimberly said. _I can't believe how excited I am!_

"Okay," Billy said, carefully pulling the shirt tail from his jeans. Kimberly's eyes were wide and happy and a big smile stretched across her face. Billy raised his hands to his collar and slowly began to unbutton it. A few seconds later, he had reached his waist and unbuttoned the final button. He carefully slipped the shirt over his shoulders, down his arms, and dropped it to the floor.

_!_

"Well?" Billy asked after a somewhat lengthy pause. His face felt like it was on fire; he had never felt so exposed in his life, but he was dying to hear what she had to say.

"Wow," Kimberly said. "You've really filled out since my time in your body." Billy chuckled a single, near-silent ha and looked at the ground. "I mean that. You're very well-defined, broad...."

"Thank you," Billy said.

"Now take off your pants," Kimberly said.

"You haven't taken your shirt off yet."

"I've already taken my shirt off once tonight," Kimberly said.

"All right," Billy said. He paused at his waist-line. _Is this too much? Oh crap. Don't start over-analyzing this or you'll run out of the room again, and this time you're half-naked._ Billy unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pushed them to the ground.

"Very nice," Kimberly said. "But I won't go too much into detail, because you're already so red I'm afraid you're about to pop a vein."

"Thank you," Billy said, looking at the ground for fear of making eye contact. "Can I get under the covers now?"

"Okay," Kimberly said. "I should warn you, I'm not wearing very sexy underwear."

"Like I am?" Billy asked. Kimberly didn't answer, but pulled her shirt off over her head. She pushed her jeans to the ground and stood before Billy in her bra and panties.

_This is no different than wearing a bikini, and Billy's seen me in a bikini before._

_uuuuuhhhhhh... can't... think... straight... say... something_ "You look magnificent," Billy sighed.

"Thank you," Kimberly said. She slipped into bed beside him and turned the bedside lamp off, plunging the room into near darkness.

"Uhm, Kimberly?" Billy asked.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"You don't have to take your bra off," Billy said. "That's okay, I don't mind."

"No, it's just that... it's probably stupid, but... I don't know. I just thought that maybe we should wait until we're ready to actually make love before I actually see you naked."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Billy said. "Would you care to come closer, though?"

"Not at all," Kimberly answered. She was suddenly pressed against his body.

"This is nice," Billy whispered.

"Yes it is," Kimberly agreed. "I love you, Billy."

"I love you, too."

In the darkness, Billy found her lips and kissed her, delicately. She thrust herself into the kiss, attacking his mouth with a ferocity that stunned them both. "I can't wait until we get home," Kimberly said, breaking away from him for just a moment.

"Me too," Billy sighed.

"Billy, the reason why I suggested we make love is I thought it might help us beat Pinhead," Kimberly said. "If we had some knowledge of... what did he say... carnal pleasures, then he wouldn't be able to hold that over us."

"That's weird," Billy said. "Because I've had a hunch that a virgin will be needed to survive the final story. Jason and I talked about that in the last story."

"Maybe this will be the last story," Kimberly said hopefully.

"Maybe," Billy agreed happily.

Billy woke up, alone. "Kim?"

"I'm in the shower!" she called. "I'll be out in a sec." _Unless you want to join me..._

"Okay," he answered. He got out of bed and stretched the sleep from his muscles. "Do you know where the others are?"

"Trini stopped by earlier and said they'll be in the kitchen," Kimberly answered. The shower stopped, and Billy imagined she was probably toweling herself off. His eyes widened at the thought.

"Dammit!" Karen cursed. She threw the box at the table angrily.

"What's wrong?" Billy asked on entering the dining hall. "I can't get a single section on that stupid box to move," Karen griped. "How the hell are we supposed to solve the box in reverse if it won't move?!"

"The box hasn't even been solved in this time," Rocky said.

"That box is in limbo until seven p.m.," Trini theorized.

"Well it would have been nice if you had told me before I spent half an hour working on it," Karen complained. She stuck her thumb in her mouth and sucked on it. "Those corners are sharp."

6:59 p.m.
"What's going to happen?" Kimberly asked.

"All hell will break loose," Rocky answered.

"What's the game plan?" Jason asked.

"Karen has the box," Trini said. "She's going to try and solve it in reverse. We're going to keep Pinhead and his goons occupied."

"We should split up in teams," Rocky said.

A blue light began to shine from the building. "Oh God," Kimberly moaned. "I really don't think we should be this close to the building." Flames burst from the doors. A black cloud began to grow around the top of the building. "I'm not kidding," Kimberly said. "Let's get out of here. Come on, Billy."

"You two head across town," Trini said. "If we can separate the Cenobites, then we'll buy Karen more time."

"Let's all split up," Zack said. The other Rangers quickly agreed and took off running through the empty city of Angel Grove.

"Ouch!" Karen cried. She rubbed her thumb. "That hurt!" However, she realized that she had moved one corner of the box. It was only a small section, but it was a start.

Zack and Rocky ran down Main Street. "I wish the sun was out," Zack said. "Everything seems less scary in the daytime."

"Zack," Rocky said warily. He pointed down the street with a trembling finger. Two Cenobites were walking toward them. As with all Cenobites, they had pale skin and were dressed in solid black skin-tight leather. One had compact discs stuck in his skull, along with one that divided his face in half. The second had barbed wire wrapped all around his face, so tightly that even his eyes were squinted. "We gotta get out of here, Zack," Rocky said. With a machine-like whir, the C.D. Cenobite lifted his arm toward his chest. A C.D. slid out of a slot in the leather. He lifted it at shoulder level and flung it.

"ZACK!" Rocky screamed. The C.D. hit Zack in the middle of the face. It buried itself halfway into his skull. Zack's eyes glassed over, and he dropped to his knees, already dead as his brain stem had been severed.

"NO!" Rocky shouted. The C.D. Cenobite pulled another C.D. out of his chest and threw it at Rocky. Rocky flipped away, barely missing the C.D. He crawled to his feet and ran away, looking for any sort of refuge.

Rocky pushed the door to Saint Augustine's open. His church. The church he went to mass in every single Sunday. He didn't care that Pinhead had been able to violate the priest in Hellraiser 3. In real life, demons could not enter churches. He ran up to the altar and dropped to his knees, not for prayer but to stay out of sight.

"But Rocky," Pinhead said, "this isn't real life... yet." Rocky turned around and saw the head Cenobite standing in the doorway.

"Noooo," Rocky whined. Pinhead chuckled and walked into the church. Each stained glass window he passed exploded, sending colored shards of glass into the church. "No!" Rocky screamed. He ran over to the urn with the holy water in it and poured it out in a circle around him. "YOU CAN'T COME HERE!"

He reached the altar and stared at the wet carpeting forming a circle around Rocky. He looked back up at Rocky and laughed. "You are hypocrite, Rocky," Pinhead said. "You worship ... your Lord. Yet you are by no means a good Christian. All you think about is sex. That's not very Christlike, Rocky."

"I strive for perfection," Rocky countered. "No human can ever be as perfect as Jesus."

Pinhead laughed again, a sound so unbareably human it pushed Rocky to the verge of tears. "Join me, Rocky," Pinhead said. "I ask of nothing... but the flesh."

"NO!" Rocky shrieked. "NO! STAY AWAY!" The center of Rocky's circle of holy water collapsed. He fell into the darkness beneath it. However, an upside down cross rose from the hole in the altar, with Rocky crucified on it upside down. "GOD HELP ME!" Rocky screeched, tears freely flowing from his eyes.

Pinhead laughed happily and floated off of the ground. He moved over to where Rocky floated upside down, attached to the black metal upside-down cross. "This is no longer a holy place, Rocky," Pinhead said.

"You can't do this!" Rocky cried.

"Don't worry Rocky," Pinhead said, taking a large, dirty, rusted machete that hung from his waist. "In your world, your churches are still safe." With that, he lifted the machete up in the air and split Rocky wide open from groin to sternum. Pinhead's face widened into a smile and he said, "but this isn't your world." He reached into Rocky's chest and tore out his still beating heart.

Rocky attempted to scream, as his life had yet to leave him. Pinhead laughed again and showed Rocky his heart.

"Want a bite?" Pinhead lifted the warm organ to his lips, and still laughing, and bit into it. He then pushed it against Rocky's lips.

"There they are!" Aisha screeched. Three Cenobites slowly walked toward them. The Twins, Cenobites joined at the head by a cylindrical shard of metal, and a Cenobite with a piston pumping in his head.

"Hey Jase!" Piston-Head shouted. "Been gettin' any?!" Jason protectively put his arms up in front of Aisha and Trini. "Back off!" Jason shouted in his deepest, toughest voice.

"'Cause Jase," Piston-Head said, totally ignoring him, "I gotta tell you. Being dead is so much better than sex." He turned to the side. The pistons in his head pumped vigorously. Suddenly, a steel bar was ejected forcefully from the lower chamber. Jason's eyes widened in surprise as the bar traveled directly for him. He shouted in pain as the bar flew through his skull, going directly through his head.

"Jason!" Trini screamed as the former Red Ranger dropped to the ground, dead. The Twins immediately began screaming at the top of their lungs. They ran at Trini, and immediately their heads began to uncoil.

"TRINI!" Aisha screamed, but it was too late. The shard of metal the Twins were wrapped around went through Trini's neck. The Twins' faces immediately coiled back up around it, carrying Trini's lifeless body between their bodies.

"You're next, Aisha," Piston-Head said with a grin, both pistons still pumping wildly.

"Ow!" Kimberly cried in alarm. She whipped around to see a female Cenobite standing before her. The Cenobite had hooks all about her head, pulling her face taut. Her neck was split open, and a cigarette was stuck directly into her trachea. She carried a lit cigarette in each hand, and pressed a lit tip against Kimberly's arm again. Billy reached out to Kimberly and forcibly moved her behind him, both of them stepping away from Smoker.

"Hey Billy," a mechanical male voice said from beside him. He jerked around and saw CameraMan. The only hair on his body was a mustache and goatee, and he had a camera pressed into the right side of his head. "Ready for your big break into show biz?" CameraMan asked. The camera lens telescoped out, passing clean through Billy's forehead before he had a chance to react.

Kimberly screamed as the lens pulled out of Billy's head, revealing a clean hole through his head. She realized with another scream that his blood, along with a few hunks of flesh, were splattered onto her face.

"Don't scream, Kimberly," Smoker said. "You're going to go there, too." C.D. walked up behind her and threw a disc at her, chopping her head off.

"YES!" Karen shouted happily. "Another corner!"

"Give me the box, Karen," Pinhead said from behind her. With a cry of alarm, Karen jumped off of the bed and spun around. "You don't know what to do with it. Give it to me, and I'll take care of everything."

"Not a chance," Karen said, holding the box against her body tightly.

"You are just like Joey," Pinhead said. "Same hair, same face, same mannerisms. And you both had the box." He stepped toward her, when a blue ball of light shot from the box and hit him. He was pushed back a few feet. Karen took one glance at the open door and ran out of it. She had to find help before Pinhead killed her. She would go to the building. That's where she could find help.

Karen ran down the empty streets of Angel Grove in a blind panic. She was running down Main Street. Up ahead was a red light. Suddenly, several figures began to approach the intersection from all angles, forming a solid wall of bodies. "Oh God," Karen said as hot tears sprang to her eyes. A loud burst of music came from behind Karen. She turned around and saw BoomBox, the remnants of Zack. A speaker was connected to each side of his head. A split ran down the middle of his face. A black chain from each speaker held the split open, revealing a thin strip of white bone. His normally healthy shade of skin was a disgusting shade of gray. "Hey hey Karen," Zack said through the speakers' in a D.J.'s voice. "Stay right where you are because I'll be playin' the top hits of the eighties and nineties as you cruise toward eternal damnation!"

Karen stumbled away from him. A sharp sensation darted across her arm. With a cry, Karen whipped around and saw Kimberly. She was completely bald and pale white. She wore a black leather leotard, and black chains ran up and down the length of her legs, holding gaping wounds open. A mirror shard bisected her head, as well as a larger fragment jammed into her chest. Mirror shards were planted all along both arms, all of which were catching the light. A jagged piece of glass was planted beneath each of her fingernails. "Hey Karen," Kimberly said. "If you die, we can be beeeeesssstttt friends." She extended her index finger and traced it down Karen's arm, cutting her.

She screamed and tried to get away. She hit the pavement painfully, as her hands were still clasped tightly around the box. Trini and Billy walked up to her. Billy had a microscope jammed into the left side of his face, along with a slide bisecting each of his fingers. He said nothing, as his mouth was sewn shut with thin black chains. He flicked his index finger at her, sending a microscope slide hurtling at her. Karen tried to dart away, but the slide still pierced her right bicep. She started to take it out, when Trini grabbed her left hand forcefully. Trini, despite having never smoked a cigarette in her life, was Smoker. She wore black leather, which covered all of her below her neck except for a large circle above her stomach. Her exposed organs could be seen, as her skin was separated and held open by black chains. She stood on extravagant black high heels. Like the others, she had no hair. Her neck was open, and a cigarette was jammed into her trachea. She took the cigarette in her right hand and pressed it into Karen's left hand. She screamed and jumped away.

"Hey bab-ee," Rocky said as Karen bumped into him.

"God, no," Karen cried, bursting into tears.

"Oh yeah," Rocky said. A black vibrator was shoved into his skull, as well as one which was buried in his groin. Both had two barbs at the tip, and began to vibrate on cue. "Everybody always said I had sex on the brain." His eyes rolled backwards and his mouth fell open. "O-o-o-o-o-ohh yeah," he said. "What a rush...."

"Hi, Mommy," Jason said. A barbell was stuck through his head, each end above each ear.

"Baby, no," Karen sobbed.

"Yes," Jason smiled. "And guess what? Where we're going, we can have the relationship we always wanted. There, we won't be weird."

"No!" Karen shrieked. "You're not JASON!"

"Oh come on, Mom," Jason said. "I've always had a body to kill for. Are you going to tell me you weren't attracted to me? You woke up wet every night dreaming about us."

Karen was sobbing openly at hearing the sacrilege of her son talk to her in such a manner.

"About me. I bet you used to stand on the other side of my bedroom door at night, fingering yourself while imagining me stroking my dick while reading a Playboy. Didn't you? Didn't you?! Well, as soon as we destroy the box, I'll ram my hard dick up your cunt so far you won't be able to walk straight for weeks. And you'll like it and beg for more."

Karen screamed in agony and ran away, barely able to walk in a straight line. "GOD HELP ME!" she screamed. Pinhead suddenly strode past her with Aisha under one arm. "AISHA!" Karen yelled.

"Help me!" Aisha pleaded. "The building! He's going to sacrifice me!" Karen ran away from the Cenobites and cut across through town. She had to get to the building before Pinhead did. She had to solve the box.

"Karen!" Aisha cried again.

"It's impossible," Karen said. "You couldn't have got here before me!"

Aisha was chained to a black marble pillar of twisted faces. Pinhead stood beside Aisha with a smile. "So glad you joined us," Pinhead said. "Now you have one last chance to give me the box. Give me the box, and I will kill you quickly."

"NEVER!" Karen screamed. She struggled desperately to move the box's sections.

"You will suffer for centuries for your disobedience," Pinhead growled, "and you... will... enjoy it." He walked over to the sidewalk in front of the building. Kneeling beside it, he effortlessly stuck his arm into the pavement. When he pulled his hand back, he held the original box in his hand. "And now to spill the blood of an innocent virgin and destroy... the... box." He set the box at Aisha's feet and unhooked a machete from his belt. A sudden blast of music sounded, prompting a scream from Karen. All of the Cenobites, both the Rangers and the preexisting, began to walk toward the building. "Noooo," Karen said silently. She fell to her knees and held the box out before her. "I don't know what to do!"

"SOLVE THE BOX!" Aisha pleaded.

"Silence!" Pinhead bellowed. He lifted the rusty machete to Aisha's neck. He pushed the tip against her flesh, causing a trickle of blood to flow down the machete. Aisha screamed in terror, to which Pinhead only laughed.

Karen placed a hand on each side of the box and twisted hard. Something gave, but a sharp razor lashed out on both sides of the box, slicing through the tender flesh of each palm. She cried and dropped the box to the pavement. She realized, however, with a faint glimmer of hope that she had just formed the box into the shape of a diamond. _A few more twists..._ She scooped the box up again, despite the blood flowing out of her hands, and attempted to complete the box. Aisha's blood ran down her body and the first drop dripped onto the box at her feet. It hit the box with a sizzle, causing Pinhead to smile happily. With a click, a section of the box moved. "Yes," Karen said happily. "Almost almost almost. God, if you're listening...."

She looked at the now misshapen black and gold box in her bleeding palm. The box was slippery as it was coated with her blood. The Cenobites were rapidly approaching, and she didn't know what to do. Her thumb hit a circle on one side of the box, causing it to push in. A section of the box opened up, producing a pyramid. With a sigh of relief, she twisted the bottom sides up. _I got it!_ "Hey Pinhead!" Karen shouted. "GO TO HELL!" She yanked the box forty-five degrees counter clockwise, pushing the box back into its correct shape.

"NO!" he bellowed.

Blue light began to shine from the building to Karen's back. A huge black chain burst from the lobby. Karen pressed herself tightly against the pavement and folded her arms over her head. A gargantuan barb at the end of the chain pierced through Pinhead's chest. With a grunt of agony, he was lifted off of the ground. Similar chains, although smaller, darted from windows all over the front of the building. Each hit a Cenobite, yanking them off of the ground. Simultaneously, all chains retracted, yanking the Cenobites into the building. Karen lifted her forehead off of the pavement and looked at the building. Blue light still shone from the windows. The building suddenly collapsed on itself, extinguishing the blue light in the process. Karen crawled to her feet and ran over to Aisha, who was sprawled out on the ground. The pillar had disappeared along with Pinhead. "Are you okay?" Karen asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Aisha said. Karen burst into tears again and wrapped her arms around Aisha. Aisha watched as the two boxes, the one Karen had solved and the one from her feet, slid together. They merged into one effortlessly, and slid over to the pavement where they sank back into the original spot it had been stored. The building was gone, the Box was buried, and Pinhead was back in hell. "We did it," Aisha said. "We survived." A beautiful white portal of light opened up beside them. "Karen?"

"That's the way to the next story," Karen said, helping Aisha up. "Come on." Taking Aisha's hand, they leapt into the portal.

"Late afternoon," Trini said, "in the woods. Not sure what story we're in...."

Karen and Aisha suddenly flew from the air. They hit the ground, no longer suffering from the injuries caused by the Cenobites. "I'm going to have nightmares over that for the rest of my life," Karen said sadly.

"Hellraiser always scared me worse than any horror movie," Rocky said.

Billy turned around and saw a sign on a path. It was crude and hand-made, but easy to read. "Hey guys?" Billy asked. He read the sign aloud and asked, "Anybody heard of Crystal Lake?"