Hellraiser: Rapture.

Rapture part 19 Last day of forever.

The door stood fast as they struggled to open it,'we cant get out,Sarah?',Nat cried as Nick pounded on the heavy solid oak.

As their thoughts turned to the back door something thwacked the air just out of sight in the darkness,'what was that?',Nat whispered,as a jingling of metal objects and a heavy sliding sound made them nervous as the something continued to clack metal and touch the walls with an insect like quality.

Sarah reached for a fallen lamp from the sideboard,the air filled with an oppressive tension that tested them all to the limit,she then signalled to Nick and Nat in silence,as they moved behind an armchair,she then switched on the lamp,they all looked on in horror as on the ceiling a red haired doll like sword armed creature looked at them as the light swung across the room, as Sarah knew it would react to her shining a light at it,the lamp snapped off cloaking it back into darkness,as she dropped it  in panic as she ran for the gate way,as the cenobite dropped to the floor making a loud thud as it went to her,Natasha cried out 'Sarah!,don't leave us you bitch!',as it quickly trapped them both behind the armchair.

It flung the arm chair across the room as Nick pushed Natasha behind him,the red headed mermaid bodied cenobite flicked its long heavy metal bearing threaded hair to one side making that shimmering clicking sound,the lamp flicked back on lighting up the corner they were in,its face covered by a white Venetian mask,Nick gripped by terror looked upon it,realising it was female,elegant bodied,metal ball jointed at the shoulders,almost beautiful,hips shapely,chrome cups held its small breasts in place as its abdomen merged with segmented metal plates,an assembly  of long wires  arched over its back,metal supports guided the wires behind its neck,which bound its elbows and forearms allowed them to move in any axis,it then brought one of its long cold sword like bladed arms to his face,caressing it,a gentle touch of her metal cutting blade upon his cheek.

'Sarah!',he uttered,his body rigid with fear,in the mouth of madness he hung by a thread,suddenly it slammed one of its chrome pain givers into the wall as to stop Natasha as she  tried to slide out of it's intense glare,they terrorised endured the silent horror as she pulling her blade from the wall.

 She swayed gently,playfully.then,tilting her head to one side,looking him over at close range,her dark decorated masked empty eyes met his,she then raised her killer blades to his head,almost holding his face in its hands,her long thick ball bearing jointed tail held three long chains with hooks adorning the ends,smacking and thwacking the air as if signaling pleasure as she was consumed by the handsome young man in her grasp.

Sarah instantly recognised the behavior of the un worldly demon,'She likes you!',she said aloud without surprise purposefully,swallowing her fear as to draw her away from him,as it turned its dark eyed stare to her,pausing she flicked her hair to one side as it spider like crossed the room,dragging its flexible metallic body to Sarah in a moment,'Oh hell',she gasped at it reared up almost dancing,as it swept its long curved blade arm under its heavy mane of metal dread locked hair.

As she did Sarah beckoned to them to enter the gateway,they silently dashed as the light continued to flicker,seeing something of a little girl in the pain giver armed demon an idea came into her head,'The remote to the tv...',she thought, switching it on,the demon stopped as it was transfixed and drawn to a cartoon on the vivid cathode ray tube generated images.

With that she too ran,they all fled as terror surged through them into freezing dark as it enveloped them all.

Darkness gave form to cold unforgiving stone walls,arched ceilings spanned the spaces between as if conceived and carved for a reason aeon's ago,the air freezing hung heavy and wretched as the edifice its self.

A lone female ran at speed down a corridor as she finally exhausted came to a standstill,lungs burned as a stitch stabbed its way into her ribcage,leaning against the dank wall she struggled to catch her breath,'Natasha,Nick?',she cried,grimacing,sweat soaked and sick with worry,as her own voice rang like an echo of terror through the unending lonely corridors,taking a moment to recover from the exertion of running at a pace she looked about her surroundings as she strained to hear a reply to her calling out,her own pulse masking her hearing.