The Last Soul
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G through L › Hellraiser (All)
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Adult +
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Category:
G through L › Hellraiser (All)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,820
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Hellraiser movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Where have they gone?
I own nothing, I make nothing.
shoot.
Daniel watched the rotations of the Labyrinth with quiet wonder. He was determined to figure out how the walls were made to move, the floors to sink and rise… Topec had been amused, save when he had been forced to grab the boy to keep him from going with the floor. That added another Do Not to an already long list.
Topec… He had been so quiet of late. The women had stayed away, so for the most part had the dog. It was lonely and dark in his little world, and getting darker every day. It had been a small thing at first, but with increasing frequency, the lights had been going out. Daniel could remember standing on a wall and being able to see as far as his eyes would allow. Now there were dark patches, spreading like a puddle over the ground.
His guardian was there now, sitting at that little table with closed eyes. Daniel looked at him, his eyes adoring and curious. As if feeling the child’s gaze the Cenobite looked toward him, his own eyes too old, too empty…
“Pontiff?”
“Yes Child.”
“You aren’t… sick again, are you?”
“No.”
“That’s good.”
An accident to the scale as the first was yet to occur, but there days when his guardian was just… not what he should be. The look had changed, it was that quiet confusion again. Daniels spirits sank as he hurried over, smelling the leather. The Vanilla, that he now knew was the smell, had begun to fade. Another smell was stronger now, unpleasant, and bringing images to his mind that he hurriedly suppressed by nuzzling further.
Topec watched the boy, this innocent creature. His eyes closed halfway, and a sigh escaped an increasingly lean form. How much longer could this go on? He could support himself still, but the added task of keeping the boy fed meant trips to the surface, trips that were often unsuccessful. How long could he waste energy on that scale? The only blessing in the whole affair was that, for the first time in years, Spencer had fallen silent and remained so.
“Pontiff… where is everyone?” The boy looked up at him, hands still gripping the leather.
“Who child, is everyone.”
“The dog… and the strange women? Where did they all go?”
Topec started to reply, stopped. “…They have gone away.”
Daniel blinked, confusion spread across his face. “Gone away? Where have they gone?”
Topec looked at the small creature that dared hold him, unaware of the fate that inevitable awaited them all. Where had they gone? If only he knew. They had disappeared, and not returned. That was what the surviving instinct told him, but he knew better than that. The God had consumed them. “I do not know.”
He stood, wanting this conversation ended. Daniel looked after him as he left the room, robes blending him into the shadows.
“Pontiff… Don’t be sad…”
Topec stopped just outside the door; a soft snarl of a sound escaped him before he vanished from view.
Once more alone, Daniel sat in the vacated chair, leaning forward so that his elbows touched the table. He started to cry quietly, not sure of why, only that he was sad, and alone, and his father was angry with him. He watched the table get wet, tasted salt with his tongue. He was hungry too, and his stomach reminded him of that with an angry gurgle. He hadn’t eaten since the day before.
“I…I miss the doggy…” He sobbed, “And, and, I didn’t want him mad! I want my doggy! And my daddy… I want, I want…” His stomach growled again. “I want something to eat…” He whimpered. The only comfort was his little bed, and its thin, familiar blanket. He ran for them, wrapping the blanket around it, hugging it and trying to glean a feeling of affection in return. The blanket of course had none to offer.
He lay quietly now, tired and hungry. “Daddy… why can’t it be good again?” He whispered. “Did they go away because of me?”
“Don’t think that, you’ve done nothing wrong.”
Startled, Daniel looked to see who had spoken. There was a strange man sitting in his father’s chair. He wore light clothes, and had shiny boots. There was a kindness in his eyes that could not be mistaken, and sympathy on his face. “Come here Daniel.” He said softly, holding out his arms in an unmistakable gesture. With a small sniffle Daniel flung himself into the man, snuggling into warm arms. “It hasn’t been easy for anyone Daniel, but that’s not your fault.” The voice was soothing; the hands were like something from his dreams. “It’s not your fault… hush now; it’s not your fault…”
“He’s mad at me!!”
“He is mad at himself, Daniel…” The man sat back, looking critically at the boy. “Such a precious thing… and he knows it.”
Daniel sniffled, nuzzled further into the man's shirt. Spencer sighed, held the boy close. “Such a precious thing…” A strange smile turned the lips, “And so very lucky, you cannot imagine. Hush now, hush, things will be better again, very soon.” He stood, holding the child to himself. “They do not know it, but their salvation is at the door.”
Daniel quieted, nuzzled into the man, confusion stole into his thoughts. “You… you sound like…”
“Hush now.”
Daniel nodded, gave a tired sigh. Spenser watched the boy as he lulled further, until his breaths were deep with sleep. He placed the child on his bed; one hand brushed the disheveled mane of hair out of the boys face. “Like a lion and a gazelle, a strange meeting,” he murmured to himself, stopped, hearing a growl from the door. “…and a strange lion as well.”
shoot.
Daniel watched the rotations of the Labyrinth with quiet wonder. He was determined to figure out how the walls were made to move, the floors to sink and rise… Topec had been amused, save when he had been forced to grab the boy to keep him from going with the floor. That added another Do Not to an already long list.
Topec… He had been so quiet of late. The women had stayed away, so for the most part had the dog. It was lonely and dark in his little world, and getting darker every day. It had been a small thing at first, but with increasing frequency, the lights had been going out. Daniel could remember standing on a wall and being able to see as far as his eyes would allow. Now there were dark patches, spreading like a puddle over the ground.
His guardian was there now, sitting at that little table with closed eyes. Daniel looked at him, his eyes adoring and curious. As if feeling the child’s gaze the Cenobite looked toward him, his own eyes too old, too empty…
“Pontiff?”
“Yes Child.”
“You aren’t… sick again, are you?”
“No.”
“That’s good.”
An accident to the scale as the first was yet to occur, but there days when his guardian was just… not what he should be. The look had changed, it was that quiet confusion again. Daniels spirits sank as he hurried over, smelling the leather. The Vanilla, that he now knew was the smell, had begun to fade. Another smell was stronger now, unpleasant, and bringing images to his mind that he hurriedly suppressed by nuzzling further.
Topec watched the boy, this innocent creature. His eyes closed halfway, and a sigh escaped an increasingly lean form. How much longer could this go on? He could support himself still, but the added task of keeping the boy fed meant trips to the surface, trips that were often unsuccessful. How long could he waste energy on that scale? The only blessing in the whole affair was that, for the first time in years, Spencer had fallen silent and remained so.
“Pontiff… where is everyone?” The boy looked up at him, hands still gripping the leather.
“Who child, is everyone.”
“The dog… and the strange women? Where did they all go?”
Topec started to reply, stopped. “…They have gone away.”
Daniel blinked, confusion spread across his face. “Gone away? Where have they gone?”
Topec looked at the small creature that dared hold him, unaware of the fate that inevitable awaited them all. Where had they gone? If only he knew. They had disappeared, and not returned. That was what the surviving instinct told him, but he knew better than that. The God had consumed them. “I do not know.”
He stood, wanting this conversation ended. Daniel looked after him as he left the room, robes blending him into the shadows.
“Pontiff… Don’t be sad…”
Topec stopped just outside the door; a soft snarl of a sound escaped him before he vanished from view.
Once more alone, Daniel sat in the vacated chair, leaning forward so that his elbows touched the table. He started to cry quietly, not sure of why, only that he was sad, and alone, and his father was angry with him. He watched the table get wet, tasted salt with his tongue. He was hungry too, and his stomach reminded him of that with an angry gurgle. He hadn’t eaten since the day before.
“I…I miss the doggy…” He sobbed, “And, and, I didn’t want him mad! I want my doggy! And my daddy… I want, I want…” His stomach growled again. “I want something to eat…” He whimpered. The only comfort was his little bed, and its thin, familiar blanket. He ran for them, wrapping the blanket around it, hugging it and trying to glean a feeling of affection in return. The blanket of course had none to offer.
He lay quietly now, tired and hungry. “Daddy… why can’t it be good again?” He whispered. “Did they go away because of me?”
“Don’t think that, you’ve done nothing wrong.”
Startled, Daniel looked to see who had spoken. There was a strange man sitting in his father’s chair. He wore light clothes, and had shiny boots. There was a kindness in his eyes that could not be mistaken, and sympathy on his face. “Come here Daniel.” He said softly, holding out his arms in an unmistakable gesture. With a small sniffle Daniel flung himself into the man, snuggling into warm arms. “It hasn’t been easy for anyone Daniel, but that’s not your fault.” The voice was soothing; the hands were like something from his dreams. “It’s not your fault… hush now; it’s not your fault…”
“He’s mad at me!!”
“He is mad at himself, Daniel…” The man sat back, looking critically at the boy. “Such a precious thing… and he knows it.”
Daniel sniffled, nuzzled further into the man's shirt. Spencer sighed, held the boy close. “Such a precious thing…” A strange smile turned the lips, “And so very lucky, you cannot imagine. Hush now, hush, things will be better again, very soon.” He stood, holding the child to himself. “They do not know it, but their salvation is at the door.”
Daniel quieted, nuzzled into the man, confusion stole into his thoughts. “You… you sound like…”
“Hush now.”
Daniel nodded, gave a tired sigh. Spenser watched the boy as he lulled further, until his breaths were deep with sleep. He placed the child on his bed; one hand brushed the disheveled mane of hair out of the boys face. “Like a lion and a gazelle, a strange meeting,” he murmured to himself, stopped, hearing a growl from the door. “…and a strange lion as well.”