| Violet Feathers | Creeper x OC

A Past Forgotten

I do not own anything except for my characters (Vivica, Amon, Axel, etc), the Galileus (but sadly I do not own the creature design), Cryptsin, and Cryal.

Quotes and meanings below.
"Speaking aloud"
'Speaking telepathically'
Subconscious thoughts, deep in the mind and cannot be heard by others at all.

Yeahh this chapter, along with the others to come might push against some of you extreme diehard Hellraiser fans and I'm SOOOOO sorry. I'm all for canon stuff, trust me, but I've never read any of the comics or delve deep into the lore behind Hellraiser. I only know what the movies have informed me of, and the occasional google search.

Chapter 34: A Past Forgotten

Darkness came over my senses, the bright light I saw mere seconds ago had been devoured by its intensity.

Feeling my body intact and unharmed, I frantically attempt to take in my surroundings, looking for any sense of light. For once, even my night vision fails me.

"Father?! Celest?! Brandon?!" My frantic words echo throughout the atmosphere around me.

The darkness began to fade, revealing an unfamiliar location to me.

The night is harsh around me as rain pelts the boulevard, the glossy roads glistening in the darkness. The wind howls past the few houses near me, trees nearby rustle and sway, the wind carrying rain with it. Despite my damp, cold surroundings, I miraculously remain dry and unable to feel any droplets.

Standing in the middle of a desolate road, a roll of newspaper at my feet gathers my focus. Reaching down, my fingers make contact with the dampened material. Standing back up straight, the paper reads the news, and the predicted weather for this day in Florida.

Despite all the information typed out onto the paper, a particular cluster of letters and numbers demand my attention.

April 27th, 1962.

"Wha...?" A powerful wave of panic and dismay leaves me dumbfounded. My head shifts back up to gaze forward, coming to notice a house standing across the road from me.

The paper softly slips away from my fingers, leaving a cold, wet residue upon them. The house is dark, while the streetlights faintly glow through the heavy rain.

"What the hell is happening..." Shifting forward, I attempt to dash across the street toward the house, only for my legs to remain planted to the cement.

Gasping softly, my heart begins to race.

I can't move...

My body begins to twitch while attempting to fight against this unseen force, until movement catches my eye.

A dark figure comes out of nowhere, slipping just inches away from having made contact with my skin. The figure dressed in a black robe does not stop, walking right past me to make its way toward the dark house. The clacking sound of the figure's shoes against the pavement is barely heard through the storm's heavy ambiance, the figure dripping with rain.

Stepping up onto the porch almost casually, the shape approaches the door to slowly begin to kneel.

Then, a sound is heard from it through the pelting rain.

Sobbing...

Placing something upon the doorstep, the figure lingers there for a few moments as though in hesitation.

"...My precious little angel...I am sorry. I wish for you to lead a normal life, among these humans... It is for the best..." The figure hums through her sobs, rising back onto her feet. She hesitantly turns her back on the newborn child, racing down the stairs at the same moment a light turns on within the top right window of the house. The woman dressed in a black robe doesn't dare look back, striding back toward me.