THE SECOND
SIGHT
Chapter 21
EVIL AT ITS FINEST
Location: SWEET MEADOWS
Yaw Boat runs ha-rder.
He bursts onto the street, straight into the path of a hu-ge truck. Onlookers scream, adding to the sudden deafening blast of the truck’s twin horns.
Boat’s heart almost fails, and he is sure that he is going to die as the truck bears down on him relentlessly and he has no way of getting out of its way, but from behind him a long, greenish tentacle shoots out, wraps itself around the front tires of the truck, and brings it to a shuddering halt.
Boat is still receiving VIP treatment from Hideous the Demon!
Trembling, he races off the street and out of harm’s way.
The driver of the truck is leaning out of the window, looking at Boat with dazed eyes. He obviously cannot un-derstand what is happening, wondering how Boat miraculously escaped certain death.
Boat chuckles de-ep within his throat, suddenly gripped by the funnies, his sides threatening to erupt with hysterical laughter. The driver and the onlookers don’t know how lucky they are to have ordinary human eyes!
If that driver can see the monster holding his car tyres he will probably get out of his truck and tear off his clothes and ran down the street wailing like The Wailers!
Boat runs down the street towards the Land Cruiser, parked where he had left it. Behind him Bob bursts into view, still gripping the guns, pausing to look both ways.
People move away from him, afraid of the guns in his hands. Boat chances a look over his shoulder and sees that Bob has started running across the street after him. There is a triumphant look on Bob’s face, the guns coming up to line up Boat’s back.
Bob has slackened his pace to get a better and stable aim, convinced that he can drill Boat before he enters his car.
Panic soars up in Boat’s che-st again.
He is as exp-osed as blood on ice, presenting a hu-ge target a good shot like Bob just can’t miss.
That is when Hideous suddenly soars up behind Bob, larger than life, a terrible expression making its face uglier.
Boat slackens his speed too, suddenly more afraid for Bob than for his own life. It is that moment in time when everything seems to freeze, when time just comes to a halt, when everything seems to be suspended.
People look on with horror, unable to stop what is happening. Violent deaths are common in Sweet Meadows Avenue, but they still have the ability to shock.
Boat knows that none of those watching will talk to the cops. Bob is too powerful, and helps to put food directly or indirectly on a lot of tables in Sweet Meadows Avenue. They owe him their livelihood, and Bob will have a foolproof alibi even if he kills the Secretary-General of the UN in broad daylight in Sweet Meadows Avenue!
Suddenly, more quickly than his eyes could follow, Boat sees Hideous bursting into action.
Multiple tentacles extended from its body. Some settle around Bob’s feet, tying him to the sp-ot. Some curl around his arms, forcing them apart at the last moment so that when he fires the bullet goes straight into the front glas-s of a sagging sto-re, bringing down glas-s, and the other bullet goes into the shoulders of a hu-ge man standing on the curb and uncaringly urinating into a gutter.
The man howls with pain and goes down, trying desperately to reach up and touch his right shoulder which is spewing blood like some lazy fountain, turning the pavement crimson.
His trouser flap is still open, and his member pe-nis is sticking out like some un-derground rabbit peering out to see if the coast is clear.
Bob is staring at the guns in his hands, and there is sudden terror on his face. He moves his thi-ghs vigorously, and Boat knows that Bob is trying to run forward, but Hideous is holding him down. Bob then tries to bring the guns to bear, but Hideous keeps his hands far apart.
Boat is facing Bob now, his own face reflecting his horror. He can see the panic on Bob’s face increasing rapidly because he is trying to move, and yet his legs just won’t move. He looks really scared, probably thinking that he is getting some kind of strange disease, maybe having a heart-attack.
More tentacles shot out from Hideous, straight into the truck, seeming to draw the hu-ge truck forward.
The truck leaps forward from its stationary position. It doesn’t make sense one bit; a stopped truck shouldn’t have been able to move with such sudden speed from the stationary position. People are screaming now, their minds being taken for a ride, not un-derstanding what is going on.
Boat is horrified!
BOAT
(terrified)
Oh, no, no, no, no!!
The driver of the truck is honking, his face strained with abject confusion, not un-derstanding what is happening to his truck.
He is obviously stepping ha-rd on the br@ke pedal, and turning off his ignition, doing everything he can to save Bob, but to no avail.
He doesn’t know!
None of the screaming people know what is actually happening. They have ordinary eyes, just like Bob, whose fear is so thick now that Boat can almost cut slices off it.
They are blind; they can’t see.
Only Boat knows what is going on…
Boat, the Unblind.
Bob looks over his shoulder with a face twisted with horror. Boat can see his frantic efforts to move, un-derstanding the violent see-sawing movements of his thi-ghs.
The steering-wheel of the truck is turning rapidly as the truck driver desperately tries to steer round the gyrating figure in the middle of the street, but Hideous is having none of it.
The truck remains on course, pinning Bob with relentless accuracy.
People cannot fathom out why Bob still remains in the middle of the street, because he has plenty of time to get out of harm’s way, to survive.
Bob’s expression is one of sheer misery now, his face shining with sweat, contorted with panic. His mouth is opened wide, and it takes a while for Boat to realize that Bob is screaming.
The truck is being drawn forward by the for-ce of the evil Hideous, and there is nothing anybody can do, not even Boat.
Evil is at work!
Boat tries to turn away, to shut his eyes, to avoid it all, but he simply can’t.
He watches till the final moment, his eyes horrified, his body numb. The truck smashes into Bob with the impact of an out-of-control train. Bob’s body is flung into the air gracefully, almost in slow-motion, doing a macabre pirouette in the air, and then his head smashes into the windscreen of the truck.
The for-ce of the impact is not responsible for the way he dies, though.
Hideous makes sure of Bob’s certain demise. Its tentacles still holds Bob after the impact, turning his body in the air, and smashing his head throu-ghthe windscreen of the truck.
The whole windscreen does not shatter. Bob’s head smashes a way in for itself, going throu-ghthe glas-s such that a hole is created for the head, but the windscreen remains intact, all the work of Hideous.
The jagged edges of the glas-s impales Bob’s ne-ck, cutting throu-ghhis jugular cleanly. The truck comes to a halt then, because Hideous, mission accomplished, floats out of sight.
Bob is suspended way up there, hanging down the front of the truck, hands hanging limply, body still, looking as if the windscreen is the hangman’s noose from which he had hung himself.
Thick blood falls down Boat’s ne-ck and drips to the street.
So utterly unnecessary! What a waste of life, what blatant disregard for a human being!
Evil is in the air, taking the human race to town!
Hideous could easily have prevented Bob from coming out of the room. It could easily have held Bob down as Boat made his escape. There are a million things it could have done, but no, it had to go and snuff out a life by the cruellest means possible.
It is so sad, so wasteful… so insane!
As people rush to the scene with horrified expressions, Boat gets into his car and drives out of there.
He is half-way to town when he sees the greenish sheen in his side-vision. Boat chances a look behind, and sees Hideous resting comfortably in his back seat, drooling, eyes fixed on him watchfully.
That is when a screw seems to come loose inside Boat’s head.
I almost hears it snapping out, and that is the moment Yaw Boat becomes insane temporarily!
He doesn’t know how he got out of the car and opens the backdoor. He is just aware of hitting out at Hideous, his arms working like pistons.
BOAT
(screaming, demented)
Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone, you bastards!!
He is aware of screaming and throwing wild, furious punches.
It takes a long time for Boat to realize that his fists are just flying into the upholstery of the seats, going throu-ghthe smoky shape of Hideous harmlessly!
He has scra-ped his knuckles raw just beating the hell out of his backseat!
Things like that happens sometimes. Somehow Boat is realizing slowly but certainly that there are a lot of f*¢ked-up guys out there in the world, poor sods rendered senseless by these utterly ruthless evil creatures.
The world is one messed-up spooky place, and mankind is caught up in the middle of it.
It takes him a moment longer to realize that a small crowd has gathered around his car. After all, it is not often that one comes across a demented, wealthy-looking man screaming and attacking car seats.
It is quite a rare vision, and they were savouring it. Boat is almost sobbing as he gets out of the backseat. Some people giggle, and others looked at him with pity.
They think he is getting mad, and for a moment there he is sure that he went mad, literally.
Boat looks at the gloating people around him, and for a moment he almost giggles. He could have told each of them how mad they looked with the demons riding comfortably in their hearts, but who would care?
It would only confirm the state of his mind to them, and provide them with more fun.
He gets into the car and drives away, and Hideous, quite unperturbed, rides all the way with, reclining lazily in the backseat.
He knows then that the countdown has begun.
He now has a bodyguard, a demonic bodyguard…
His time is getting very near. He nee-ds help fast before whatever diabolic demon takes over his body!
TBC…