The Drive.
A Hellraiser FanFic by Terros
E-Mail me at El_Kamikaze2002@hotmail.com
I, in no way, own or claim to own any of the Hellraiser rights or trademarks. Hell, I wish I did.


"Where the hell are we?"
"I don't know dear, the map must be wrong."
"The maps not wrong! You're obviusly reading it wrong. Give it to me."
"But your driving!"
"Listen, I know how to do two things at once, ok? Now hand it over."
"Tom, you're losing your temper. Remember what Doctor Roberts said."
"I am not losing my temper! Now give me the damn map!"
As his wife handed him the road map, Tom Howard swore under his breath. He knew what he was doing. His wife could be so annoying sometimes....
"Denport..... where the hell is it?"
"Tom, don't swear."
Tom looked at his wife of 13 years with a hatred he had never before felt. They had been in love once. But not since that night, 7 years ago.
As Tom opened the map he took his eyes off the road. The car started drifting towards the centre of the road. "Denport.... there it is. We just..... oh crap!"
Tom grabbed the wheel and swerved out of the way of an approaching car. Tom quickly regained control, and leant out the window.
"Damn hillbilly hicks. Learn to drive moron!"
He leant back in as the blue pickup truck sped away.
He felt more anger, more rage build up inside him. He put his hand up to his forhead, and found he was sweating heavily. Tom glanced at his wife, who was sitting quietly in the passenger seat.
What little she knew.

About 7 years ago Tom had been finishing a large amount of paperwork at his office. This was unusual, as he always got home early. He had called his wife to tell her that he would be late. As he worked, his boss entered his office. She slowly opened the door, and watched him work.
"Working late Tom?"
Tom looked up at her, and smiled. She was beautiful. He stood up to answer her when she walked around the desk and stood right up against him.
"Oh now Tom, I won't bite."
As she leant in to kiss him, Tom reached out and grabbed a photo of his wife he had on his desk. He held it in his hand, then dropped it into the rubbish bin beside his desk.
Ever since that night he had been having an affair with his boss. He would constantly arrive home late, and sometimes not at all. And his wife never expected it. One time, on her birthday, she had told him to meet her at her favourite resturant. Instead, he went to his bosses house. Later he told his wife that he had broken down.
He looked at her again, and his anger grew. Why did he put up with her?
A few years after that she had told Tom that she wanted a child. When Tom heard that, he lost his temper for the first time in his life. He had picked up a chair and thrown it through the window, and pushed over their television set. Later on he grabbed her by the throat and held her up against the wall.
"Listen to me bitch! You don't tell me what to do in my house!"
After that he went to his bosses house again, and came back a week later.
His wife acted as though nothing had happened.

"Honey, are we on the...."
"Shut up! I know where I'm going! All you ever do is complain to me!" "Sorry Tom, I didn't mean it like that."
Tom continued to abuse her like that, all the while pushing his foot down harder on the accelerator.
"I should have left you why I had the chance!"
"Tom, why are you acting like this?"
She broke down and started crying, and Tom started laughing.
"Oh, look at this. Stop it! Listen to me! Stop crying! Nothing's wrong with you!"
The car continued to gain speed.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you! You need to learn some respect!"
Tom reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her face to his.
"LOOK AT ME!"
She stopped crying and looked into his eyes. She tried to speak, but was cut short when the car, now travelling at 180 Kmph, slammed into a fence along the side of the road. The car went straight through it, and was launched into the air. The car began to lose altitude, and fell towards the field below. The front of the car struck the ground first, sending a huge cloud of dirt up into the air. The car began to roll, and gathered speed as it rolled downhill, towards the lake at the bottom. Faster and faster, as the occupants inside were thrown around. When the car was just about to hit the lake it his a tree stump, and the drivers side door was smashed inwards. Tom was thrown over into the passengers side. The car rolled down into the river, and bobbed on the surface.

Tom opened his eyes. He was still in his car. He looked out of the cracked windshield and saw that they were sinking. As he tried to move he felt a sharp pain in his left leg. He looked down, and saw that his leg had been torn to shreds. He screamed out in pain, then began to pry himself free from the wreckage that was the cars insides. As he pulled his mangled leg free, he heard a moan. Turning his head, he could see his wife, her head looking away from him. Tom reached out slowly with his hand and touched her face. As he did, she turned to face him.
Tom couldn't hold the scream in.
The left side of her face was ripped open, and blood was pouring out of the massive wound. Her left eye was missing, and small shards of glass stuck out of her face.
"Help...... me..... Tom......."
She raised her hand to touch him, and he saw it was just a ragged stump. Tom kicked out at the windscreen with his good leg, and it broke outwards. He pulled himself out onto the bonnet, where the water was up to, and looked back.
His wife was trying to undo her seatbelt, which had become stuck. She looked back at Tom, and he saw the fear she had in them. Frantically, she began pawing at the belt, trying to get free of her constraints. The water began to wash into the car now, and she started moving faster. Tom looked back, and for a moment their eyes met.
"So long."
Tom pushed himself off the bonnet, and into the cold water. He paddled back to the edge of the lake, and looked back.
The water was nearly up to the roof. Tom watched as water began spilling into the car, and he began to laugh. Inside he could see his wife struggling to get free. Tom looked back down at his leg, but looked away in disgust. The whole foot was missing. He began to crawl up the hill to the road. He had pulled himself along a few metres when he heard a noise. It was his cellphone. He looked back, and saw it floating on the water. It was his pride and joy. Almost 100% waterproof. He laughed again and crawled back down to get it. It must have floated out of the window when he kicked the glass out. He tried to reach it from shore, but it was too far away. He moved a little closer to the waters edge, but it was still out of his reach. Tom leant out over the water, but it was as if the phone was moving away from him. Tom sighed and moved into the water, and swam to the phone. He finally reached it, and opened the case.
"Hello?"
"Hello. This is Doctor Roberts. I take it this is Tom."
"Yeah doc, what do you want."
"Well I have the results of your wifes tests. Is she around?"
Tom looked down at the now submerged car.
"She's busy right now. But you can tell me."
"Well, it seems that she was right. Congratulations Tom, you are going to be the father of a healthy baby boy."
Tom dropped the phone, and put his hand to his head. She was pregnant?
Tom turned to swim back to shore, but stopped when he felt something brush against his leg. He stopped and looked down, but the water was too murky to see anything. He almost jumped when he felt it again.
"What the....."
The next words were taken underwater, as a hand grabbed Toms good leg and pulled him downwards. He tried to kick out but was too weak from blood loss. As he was dragged down he saw something move under the water. His lungs began to fill with water, and he kicked out again. This time the hand let go and he swam to the surface. When he reached it he took in a huge breath of air, and began throwing up all the water he had taken in. He scrambled out of the water, and lay on the edge, trying to regain his breath.
As his heart rate slowed, Tom rolled his head to the side. Looking at him was the mangled face of his wife. He threw himself backwards and grabbed a rock. She was crying, and trying to pull herself ashore.
"Tom! I need.... help...."
Tom screamed in terror and crawled towards her.
"I'll help you honey." He said, as he raised the rock.
"I'll help you."

It took him half an hour to climb the hill and reach the road. His broken leg hadn't caused him any trouble until he had finished with his wife. But after he put down the bloodied rock, it had screamed out in pain. Tom had been in constant agaony as he slowly moved up the hill. His mind was still full of the images he had seen today. Of seeing his wifes face, torn apart by the accident. Or seeing his own leg, almost ripped in half. But he had reached the road, and all he had to do was flag down a car.

He had laid there in pain for a few hours. Sometimes he would pass out, only to have horrible nightmares of the accident repeating itself over and over in his head. Each time it grew more frightning. He dreamt of evil faces staring up at him, and of his own wife pleading to him as he bashed her head in, again and again. But no matter how many times he dreamt, or how different it was, the ending was always the same.
He would find himself staring into a small pool of blood. He looked down, and saw it was flowing from his own leg. He looked into the blood, and saw something move. A shape was taking form. It only took a few seconds, but Tom knew what it was.
It was his own face, staring back at him. The eyes were sunken and dead. The mouth was home to rows of rotting teeth. As he stared into the eyes of his reflection, it spoke to him, in a cold voice that void of all feeling.
"Welcome to Hell."
Then he would wake up, to find himself still on the side of the road. He nervously looked over his shoulder, at the lake, to see if his wife had managed to follow him up here. He could make out her corpse, still lying at the bottom of the hill.
Then he heard it.
It was a truck of some form. He could tell by the sound it was making as it drove towards him. The sound grew louder, and he saw the vehicle coming towards him.
It was a blue pickup truck. As it moved, Tom felt something stir in his mind. A barrage of images went through his head. There was his wife...... the his boss.... then a large house, which he remembered was his bosses. Then he saw it.
A small box.
In his mind he could see his boss, moving it around in her hands. The memory came flooding back as the truck drove nearer. The last time she had seen him, she had told him she had brought the box for a large sum of money. She had called it the lament configuration. Tom had played with it for hours, until he accidently triggered something. The box had come to life, moving by itself. Half of the box stayed as it was. The other half pulled itself upwards, away from the box, and rotated a few degrees. It then clicked, and the half had moved downwards into a new position, forming a new shape. Tom had reached out to touch it again when it moved. The half that had pulled itself up did it again, but this time spun another way. It too eventually clicked back down into place, once again forming a cube. After that he couldn't remember what happened, but he had awoken in his bedroom next to his wife. The truck pulled nearer, and Tom pulled himself up onto his good foot. He leant agaisnt the smashed guard on the side of the bridge, the same guard his car had smashed through earlier, and waved out. The truck drew nearer, and Tom looked at it carefully. It looked like the one they had nearly hit earlier.
"Hey! Slow down buddy! I need some help here!"
The truck looked as though it was going to slow down. Tom looked back at the lake, and was trying to think up a story for what had happened, when the truck bore down on him at full speed. The truck clipped his good leg, ripping it off instantly. Tom was thrown outwards, and fell onto the grass below. He rolled down the hill as the car had done, with his arms flailing wildly. He hit a bump and was thrown into the air. As he landed he felt his arm snap beneath him. He continued to roll down the hill, until he struck the same treestump the car had, and was bent in half. His twisted body came to rest next to his wifes. Toms arms and back were broken. Bones stuck out of him at strange angles. His abdomen was torn open, and blood was pouring out onto the grass. He couldn't move. His throat has been smashed in, and he couldn't breath properly. He was in absolute agony. He tried to scream but his mouth was filled with blood and dirt. A large chunk of his hair had been ripped out. The pain running through his body was intense. He thought he would die, but he didn't. His body had been torn to shreds, and yet it continued on, as if it was being spurred on by something supernatural.
He could see the top of the hill out of the corner of his eye. The truck was still there, and a figure was standing next to it. Tom closed his eyes in an attempt to block out the pain. When he opened the the figure had moved.
It was gliding down the hill towards him.
Tom tried to move but his body had almost shut down. He felt intense pain ripping him in half. IT was unbearable, but somehow his body kept on going.
The figure was getting closer. Tom felt an image go through his brain of a man in a black suit of some kind. Where had he seen this man before?
The figure was a few metres away from his now. Toms mind was racing. He was seeing images of his boss. He had left after the box had moved.
Or had he?
He cast his mind back again, back to that night. It had been raining, and he had solved the puzzle box. When he did, she had taken it from him and smiled.
"Thanks dear. Couldn't have done it without you."
She had been dressed in her robe, but she dropped it after she put down the box. Underneath she had been naked. As Tom had watched, she had held her arms outwards.
"Take me! I am forever your servant! I will follow you and only you! Oh come to me master! Cenobites, take me!"
Tom saw what happened next, but he never believed it.
Two hooks had come out of the box and slashed their way through her wrists. Two more emerged and went through her legs, holding her in place. Tom had heard a chattering noise, but the room was only lit by a single candle.
Then, he heard it.
The sound of evil itself.
"Now child. Do you think that we are what you think we are? We cannot be understood. Although, I am most pleased that you have summoned us."
She had been quivering with excitement at that point, and Tom had backed himself up against the wall.
"YES! That is why I summoned you! Take me as your own!"
"I said I was pleased that you had summoned us. I said nothing more. Do you think that we are that simple? I haven't come for you."
The figure had then stepped into the light, revealing it in its full horror.
"I have come for your soul."
And with that, the man with pins running across his face slammed two more hooks into her body, and smiled. The hooks began to pull in different directions, and she began to scream.
"I have come to tear your soul apart!"
The hooks all snapped away at that point, and her bosy was torn into pieces.

Tom looked up and saw the evil face above him.
It was the same man he had seen in that room.
"No.... no! What have I done?"
"Done? Are you blind creature? Take a look at you. You lie to yourself. You lie to your wife. You cannot face truths about yourself. And you take pleasure in the beating of your dear wife. You don't have to worry Tom. She is safe now. She is with me."
Tom turned his head to his wifes body, and saw it was gone. He slowly turned his head back to the man before him, and saw a female figure standing beside him. She had her face towards the ground.
It was his wife.
"Now Tom, do you realise who I am? I am known by many names. But you may think of me as fate."
Pinhead turned his back on Tom, and put his hand on the females shoulder.
"Your fate."
"What.... you can't leave me here! I will die!"
"Now Tom, I wouldn't let that happen to someone like you. Not after the way you treat your wife, yourself and...."
Pinhead placed his hand on the females stomach.
"Your unborn child."
Tom felt his eyes sting, and he began to cry.
"Please kill me now!"
"What! You command me? No, I won't kill you. I will let you beg for death. You humans are all the same. All ignorant when it suits you, all out to protect your pathetic little lives upon this worthless planet. No, what I have in store for you is much better."
Tom spat out some of the blood that was in his mouth and spoke.
"You bastard! Go to hell!"
Pinhead turned and stared at Tom. The day had turned to darkness, and the air grew colder.
"We're already there."

"So where is it on the map?"
Tom opened his eyes, and saw he was driving still. He looked at his wife. She was alive.
"It was all a dream!"
"What was honey?"
"Oh, nothing dear. Find Denport on the map please."
As the car drove on, Tom saw a bridge ahead. It was the same one they had crashed through in his dream. As he neared it, he laughed.
"Not this......"
This was cut short, as a dog ran out in front of the car. Tom swerved to miss it, and the car went into a slide. It hit the guard on the bridge, and tumbled down the hill.

Tom opened his eyes. He was in the car. It wasn't moving though.
They were upside down.
"Ouch, my head....."
Tom tried to free himself, but his seatbelt was stuck. His wife was also having trouble with hers.
"Tom, are you ok? Hey, what's that smell?"
Tom knew what it was.
The petrol tank on his car exploded, sending the car up into the air. It landed hard on its side, and Tom felt his legs crushed under the weight of the vehicle. He screamed out in pain, and tried to free himself. The flames moved quickly to the front of the car. Tom tried to pull the seatbelt free but it was jammed shut. He felt the flames lick at his face, and he turned away. As he wrestled with the device, he could smell burning hair. Across from him, the flames had reached his wife and she began screaming in pain.
"HELP ME OH SWEET JESUS! TOM! HELP ME!"
Tom was trying to beat the flames out of his own shirt. As the fire spread into the front of the car Tom couldn't breath, as the fire consumed any oxygen around. He watched in horror as the flames consumed his wife as she screamed for mercy. Tom could feel the flames cooking his flesh, and he tried to get free one more time. The lake was almost within reach. Tom closed his eyes and screamed his last scream, as the flames devoured the last of the oxygen. He sat back in his seat and let the fire take him.
It took him two minutes of absolute pain to die.

"So where is it on the map?"
Tom opened his eyes once again. He couldn't believe it. That one had seemed so real. He looked over at his wife and gasped.
"What is happening to me!"
"What are you talking about dear? Where is Denport? I can't find it on the map."
Tom looked out of the car and saw the bridge approaching. Tom slowed the car right down, much to his wifes surprise, and slowly crawled along the bridge.
"What are you doing? Why are we driving so slow?"
"Listen, I know what I am doing!"
Tom sped up again once he left the bridge. He felt a smile creep onto his face.
"I did it. No more bad dreams for me."
As they drove towards their destination, Tom looked around the countryside.
"This is peaceful, isn't it. I'd love to live..... here......"
Tom slammed on the brakes, and the car quickly came to a stop.
In front of him was the bridge. The same bridge they had crashed off twice in his dreams.
Then it hit him.
"Honey, give me the map."
His wife, visibly scared, handed it over to him. He took it with trembling hands. As he looked at it, he felt fear unlike any other. The map was completley blank, excpect for three words.
They were written in blood, and the words chilled Tom to the bone.
Tom dropped the map, and it floated to the ground. Tom began to walk to the edge of the bridge.
He looked out over the lake below, and began to cry.
Three words.
Three little words witten on the map that had sealed his fate.
"Welcome to Hell."