THE SECOND SIGHT
Chapter 37
THE ELUCIDATION
Location: ELAINE’S RESIDENCE
BOAT
(tenderly)
My love, there’s so much I have to tell you. You wouldn’t believe what has happened to me. But tonight is magical, and I want to cherish it. Right now, I just found out how much I really love you, my precious Elly. I feel safe with you here. Promise me you won’t leave my side tonight, darling, because I nee-d a long sleep. Tomorrow I’ll tell you and we’ll plan our future from there. But forgive me, my darling, I seem to be speaking like a primeval chauvinistic animal, taking you for granted. Will you let me be a part of your life, Elly? Forever?
She is looking at his face, starry-eyed, the expression on her face so tender and filled with so much love that it brings untold joy to his heart.
Twice she tries to speak, but her emotions seem to choke her.
ELAINE
(tearfully)
Take the bed, Yaw. I’ll be right here on this sofa, and I’ll never leave your side, my darling. Never ever, for as long as you’ll want me to be beside you. What I feel, what I’ve been feeling for you ever since I saw you, is nothing but love in its most complete and natural form.
For a long time they stare at each other, and then they smile, with love, with adoration, with happiness.
Feeling a happiness he has never felt before, Boat stands up and walks to the bed, and then he stops and turns to face her.
She has drawn up her legs, and he sees a flash of her creamy thi-ghs. If ever a woman has looked contented and extremely beautiful, it is Elaine, at that particular moment.
BOAT
(emotionally)
You will marry me, won’t you, Elly?
Her face glows; it his answer. The smile on her li-ps is mischievous, loving, an angel epitomized.
He can see sudden tears of happiness shimmering in her eyes.
ELAINE
(tenderly)
You and me, Yaw. We’re one. Always will be. Go to sleep, my love.
Yaw Boat smiles happily, and obeys her.
He gets into the bed, and it seems he is asleep even before his head touches the pillow.
Sleepily, he is aware, ba-rely, that she is in the room, moving silently around.
From a long way he hears her light steps on the floor as she closes the windows and pulls the blinds, and then a moment later the lights go out, plunging the room into darkness.
And then Boat smiles as he sli-ps de-eper into sleep.
And then, quite suddenly, she is there.
He can smell her, feel her against him, warm and soft, pliant, so fresh. He can feel her hands over him, fleeting and gentle, filled with love, traversing the length of his che-st, burrowing into the hair on his che-st, travelling downward and stopping just short of his loins.
Sleepily Boat holds her, murmuring in his sleep, and as his hands move across her, gently and pas-sionately, still shrouded in that woozy web of half-sleep, the feeling of déjà vu slams throu-ghhis head and straight into his heart, and then he knows!
She is, as Bob would’ve put it, absolutely well-bended!
She feels like a flow of silk, a thing of ethereal quality, a perfect geography of hills and valleys without flaws!
In the dark he cannot see her, but his marvelling hands run across her…
Silky shoulders, sinuous back, incredible bu-ttocks, firm and proud br£-$ts, taut sweet goose-fleshed n¡pp|es, an amazing flat tummy, an enchanted dip of navel, the most incredible roundness of hip, the flow of breath-taking thi-ghs, the silky strands of hair at the core of her being, her incredible w£tness as she moves up and down sensuously on his erection!
Soft M0-ns come from her li-ps as she ki-sses him tenderly, pas-sionately, hungrily…
She rears up above him, and as his hands grip her undulating hips, as she moves on him with incredible thr-usts of her wai-st, as he sli-ps so sweetly in and out of her, he knows…
Finally, he knows…
It was her!
That nak-ed woman in his bed!
That unknown woman who has made love to him in the dark and disappeared in the morning…
The nak-ed woman in the dark!
The one who has started it all…
It is her!!
Do you have any idea who that woman was, the one you slept with last night? … she lit the fuse of the dynamite that would obliterate you!
Anderson’s words!
Elaine?
Oh, dear God…
Elaine.
ELAINE!!
Yes, it is her, the nak-ed woman in his bed, the strange woman who had made love to him and left him wondering, whose presence had been the catalyst for all the crazy happenings in his life!
What is happening?
Yaw Boat is fully awake now, and there she is, all over him, nak-ed, a graceful angel in the dark, riding him ha-rd as she makes the most incredible love to him!
Boat feels the crushing waves of pain again, and the fear begins to build up in him, excruciatingly, unbearably.
Tears come to his eyes in the dark.
BOAT
(confused, hurt)
Elly?
She does not speak.
Her fingers grip his che-st as she thr-usts ha-rder, fas-ter, ti-ghter, sweeter!
He is aware of the allure of her, the pull of her soul, the lust of her sudden evil.
Her br£-$ts are suddenly pressed against his che-st, and her li-ps cover his.
Full, sweet, honeyed! Her tongue slams into his mouth, sweet, honey-filled, lust-created!
ELAINE
(pa-nting, lustful)
Oh, Yaw, Yaw, Yaw! Love me, my destiny, my soul mate, my King! Yes, yes, yes!
Unacceptable!
Wrong!
Debauchery!
Dynamite!
Danger!
This can’t be happening!
Oh, Lord!
No, no, no!
It is her!
Her!!
So why the charade? Why the damn lies about V¡rginity and not even allowing him to ki-ss her?
And the light further dawns…
He is finally elucidated…
She is a part of it!
From the very beginning she has been a part of them, part of the whole elaborate plan, part of some dark ugly plot!
But she has had the for-ce-field, hadn’t she? Her own halo of divine righteousness?
There is a prayer in his heart that can’t come out throu-ghis tortured li-ps!
Dear Lord, dear confusion! Save me, oh, somebody – something – please save me!
She rears up above him as she suddenly Gr0-ns with her final rele-ase of pas-sion!
He feels her inner core ti-ghtening around his erection as she explodes in her Orgasm, and even as his pe-nis begins to deflate rapidly in his horror, even as she trembles violently in her sick plea-sure, her eyes flies open in the darkness…
She has no ordinary eyes!
They glow…
Her eyes are horizontal lines of pink, red and black!
Filled with evil, determined to destroy!
And then, in the darkness, his final proof is laid ba-re when her forehead begins to glow…
The mark of the beast blazed… 666!
Crimson. Terrible. Bloody.
Yaw Boat M0-ns, and stares in horror.
The room is suddenly filled with a terrible green, and a horrified Boat turns his head.
At the same time the lights came on, all of them, as if by an unseen command!
Hideous is floating majestically from the ceiling, falling toward the bed.
A dark shadow is outlined against the wall, and Boat’s terror-struck eyes follow it.
There, on the wall, is the three-legged, three-fingered horned Shadow-Thing!
The bedroom door opens then, and Samson Basoah’s giant bulk bends and came throu-ghquickly.
BOAT
(weeping helplessly)
Oh, Elly!
Elaine scrambles off his deflated member, grabs a towel and dra-pes it around her incredible body, and her demon eyes glare at Boat with harsh unfriendliness.
Uncle Samson is suddenly beside the bed.
In a last effort to escape tries to get off the bed, but Hideous settles all around him, tentacles holding him ti-ght, making him unable to move any muscle.
One corner of Basoah’s upper li-p curls in sheer disdain as he draws back his fist.
UNCLE SAMSON
(disdainfully)
Always the pv$$y man, ain’t you, you little prick! Beware of pussies, said the cunt to the as-s-hole! You have the gift, kid, but you’re a damn novice. Too bad you won’t get another chance. But to settle your obviously wandering mind, well, let me elucidate you a bit. That light you obviously saw around your old man’s house and around Elaine? Well, that’s the fake …what did you call it, for-ce-field? Yes, I thank that is it. Well, the dark side can also generate one.
I heard one damn Unblind we killed about three years ago saying that there is a difference. The real for-ce-field hurts the eye, but the fake one, the one around Elaine and around your father’s house, generated by us, well, they say that one is king of just yellowish and just like a light, not bright enough to hurt the eye. We’re still working on it, though, because the experienced Unblinds do know the difference. But you piece of shit, you don’t know shit, do you?
Samson laughs nastily then, and his fist crashes against Yaw Boat’s jaw.
The darkness engulfs Boat.
He is unconscious.
Tbc….