THE SECOND SIGHT
Chapter 43
THE NEW UNBLIND WARRIOR
Location: THE CHAMBER
Only fury!
And a terrible urge to hurt that thing bad!
A tiny growl escapes Boat’s own throat.
He surges forward, expecting Hideous’ tentacles to hold back, but he finds he is free, and when he looks down he sees Hideous slinking slowly towards the ceiling of the dome, its face turned away, trying to curl itself into a smaller shape.
Yaw Boat is not aware of what is happening until he feels a strange s-ns¶tion all over his skin.
He holds up his arms slowly and sees the blood disappearing from his arms, and the de-ep inner pain in his che-st from the blows he has received has already disappeared.
There is a tingling on his face and on his li-ps.
A face that had been puffed up badly from the terrible beating, and li-ps split in several places from the incessant blows.
He feels no pain in his li-ps, and his face feels fine, refreshed.
He touches his li-ps… no blood, no pain!
Miraculously, his body is healed!
Every little crack, every ache of pain, every drop of blood… has been replaced!
He holds up his hands higher still, wonderingly, looking at them with fascination.
There is something different about his skin; something so wrong… something so fine!
It seemed to glow from within, becoming so clearer, much silkier, so much alive… so divine!
Yaw Boat stares, marvelling, wondering what it is.
I isn’t normal…
A moment later he knows!
I was glowing!
His own for-ce-field finally.. and it is absolutely the best he has seen so far!
It is dense, thick, undiluted… sizzling with energy, forbidding, dangerous!
He is home dry!
The tide has just gone down, and surfing season is over, Legion-Baaaby!
Boat slowly looks up!
Hideous takes one look and then it gives an agony-filled screech of fear and smashes into the ceiling and disappears.
Yaw Boat smiles nastily, wickedly.
BOAT
(icily)
Run, Hideous, run. Don’t worry, I’ll find you, Hideous, oh yes, and I’m gonna show you a few things!
He can feel the clamour in his br£-$t, the terrible din of frightened souls, and then a moment later all the demons that have entered his body come crashing out, and Boat can hear their fear, and feel their panic, their stench, their wails of terror.
They floated around, screaming, burning from his for-ce-field, whimpering pitifully, and then they crash back into the parent host.
Yaw Boat smiles.
It is a nasty smile.
They have fled from his body, and now it is his turn to teach and to invade.
He hears the whimper.
It is sharp, filled with shock and despair.
He looks in the direction of the sound.
That monster is still there, the mark of the beast blazing horribly on its beastly brow.
Its eyes are changing rapidly again!
Whereas at first it had seemed as if each pair of eyes wanted to be the supreme one and stay, now it looks like each is trying to get away and hide! The beast’s look isn’t so pompous now.
The fear oozes from its body in droves.
Its shoulders are hunched as if against a terrible cold. It is not advancing anymore. It is slowly creeping backwards like a thief which has just been caught with a hand in the jewel case.
Boat notices something strange about that beastly face now that it is devoid of its arrogant haughtiness, and is shrouded with unrestrained fear: it looks very old.
It is withered, wrinkled and ancient. It can ba-rely look at Boat, but its gaze is turned sideways now, its head darting round and round, frantically trying to seize any weapon it can use against Boat.
Again Boat smiles…
He knows that it isn’t a very pretty smile.
He can see the despaired fury within the fear in its eyes, the look of the bully whose sweet has been taken away by a bigger bully.
It hates to let go, and by losing a new kind of dangerous hatred is borne; a hatred that will be fed on, and will never let go until the foe lay vanquished.
It was a feeling Boat also knows well because it is reciprocated.
He doesn’t bother to go near the monster.
He just raises his right hand and points a rigid finger at it.
BOAT
(harshly, angrily, vengefully)
Time’s up, demons.
It tries to growl, but what comes out is a whimper as it scurries backwards, bringing up sharply against the throne.
BOAT
(softly)
Be still, demons!
Boat is astonished at his calm and the new voice of authority in his voice. He is so exhilarated as he feels the power and the authority sizzling de-ep within him like a low-noise power generator.
Finally there is no reason to flee again; he has absolute dominion of those terrifying principalities.
It is time for them to do the running for a change.
But Yaw Boat is not ready to let them do any running!
JOE BOAT MONSTER
(lamely)
WHO ART THEE, PUNY MAN, TO ORDER ME?
But it is lame, and weak, and just a blow of receding strength.
It won’t give up, though. Indeed it looks defiant, but Boat sees that it can’t look him in the eye, and that after his commands it to be still, it indeed remains absolutely still.
It obeys!
BOAT
(shocked, exhilarated)
I’ll be doggoned!
JOE BOAT MONSTER
(trembling, unsteady)
STAUNCH MEN OF HIGHER FAITH I VANQUISHED! WHO THEN, ARE THEE TO DARE STANDETH IN MY CLOUD?
This time the voice is the trembling unsteady voice of a very old man, and it makes Boat tremble a bit.
BOAT
(reproachfully)
You’re coming out of my father’s body, demons. Your hour has come, dude, and I’m gonna mess you up big time!
When it speaks again the voice is a multi-voice horror that sound like a lot of women, men, children and beasts speaking at the same time.
It is a terrible sound that makes Yaw Boat pause with sudden trepidation.
Its eyes are looking wild now, and it begins to pace the floor rapidly, looking everywhere but Boat’s direction.
JOE BOAT MONSTER
(multi-voiced)
NAY! NAY! NAAAY! NAAAAY!!!
Yaw Boat points his hand at it and opens his mouth to speak.
The beast shrieks loudly in that multi-voice, and it echoes and reverberates off the walls, all pretence over.
It is now darting around in circles, wild and dangerous, desperate and agitated.
Boat can see the fire not only in its throat but in its eyes now.
JOE BOAT MONSTER
(shrieking)
NAY, NAY, NAY, NAY, NAAAAAAY!! YE NINCOMPOOP, YE va -gina CLOT, YE SHITTY SHITTY DUNG! NAY, NAY, NAY!!
BOAT
(desperately)
Hold still, you vile-
Suddenly it stops running and faces Boat squarely.
It is snarling now, teeth drawn back to reveal hideous yellowed concave fangs, and de-ep within its gullet that crazy inferno still burns.
A phlegm-like nauseating glob now oozes out of its nostrils, a mixture of green and yellow stuff, and it has a strong appalling smell.
Suddenly it does the unexpected!
Its face retreats, and Joe Boat’s face emerges.
Joe Boat apparently didn’t realize he is going to be presented to his as a sort of countermove in this game of death because he doesn’t pretend to hide his expression, but allows Boat to see his face as it really is.
And it is a face filled with insensate agony, twisted out of all proportions. His eyes are hu-ge, almost bulging out of their sockets, and his tongue is lolling out, enlarged and inflamed. His face is all bloated, thick veins sticking out angrily.
And his mouth is agape in a soundless wail of tortured agony.
That look of torture on his father’s face tears Yaw Boat’s heart, and freezes him with terror and a feeling more intense than compas-sion.
Yaw Boat’s confidence disappears like a puff of dust!
In its place is the sudden rush of fear for his father!
His whole body vibr@tes with the depth of his terror as he tries to fathom out what kind of pain can make his father look like that.
Suddenly the face of his father retreats, and the evil demonic beast is superimposed.
The monster growls with bestial rage, this time in the booming voice of the sewers that Boat knows so much, its three-fingered hands bent into enraged claws, its eyes the wicked ones of the abyss.
JOE BOAT MONSTER
THY FATHER ART MINE, MINE, MINE! HE DIETH IF THOU INCURETH MY WRATH!!
Season 1 Eps. 49
THE SECOND SIGHT
THE FURY WITHIN
Location: THE CHAMBER
The fact that his father is suffering so much within that monstrous body is more than Boat can bear.
Suddenly real terror begins to as-sail him.
He tries to hold on to his anger, but it is dissipating fast. He tries to concentrate on that beast, forcing himself to forget his father’s torture.
But he simply can’t function. He keeps seeing his father’s agonized face, and it drives his terror upward.
The Thing smells Boat’s fear and indecision. Its look is sly now, the beginning of a gloat forming.
Boat is gripped in the throes of fear of the unknown, caused by the unbreakable bond between parent and child, that age-old love that comes first above all, and his terror of causing more pain to that man within that monstrous thing.
The monster suddenly goes into a rage. It alternates between showing Boat that tortured face of his and its own demonic face. Each time JOe Boat’s face emerges Boat feels that pull at his heart, and suddenly he begins to move backward, shaking his head unconsciously, the shattering agony tearing at his heart.
BOAT
(M0-ning)
Stop it, oh please stop it!
But he knows the monster will not stop, not now that it has Boat reeling on the ropes. It is close to throwing its suc-ker punch, and Boat is too weak to counter.
JOE BOAT MONSTER
(mockingly)
PUNY EARTHLING! WEAK EARTHLING! THOU ART BUT ZERO! THOU ART FILTH! AND THOU ART NOTHING! THOU CANST STOP ME!!
Its voice is now spilling with cruelty.
It is more than Boat can bear.
He raises his my right hand and points a badly trembling forefinger towards the beast.
BOAT
(screaming)
I command you, vile spirits, come out of him now! Come out now! I command you!!
The Legion lets out a loud laugh of pure mirth, the sound of celebr@tion, the derisive claim of superiority, the taunting laugh of a winner.
It is the victorious chant of the monster, just that this time it is not a single voice, but a thousand evil voices! They are all laughing, the tintinnabulation of their laughter almost driving Boat deaf.
He clamps both hands over his ears, bending almost double as the derisive laughter hits the walls and echoes over and into his head.
Boat is in agony.
Why?
What has happened?
What didn’t happen?
Why doesn’t that thing leave his father’s body as he had commanded? Has Anderson lied? Had his prayer not been incomplete?
Hadn’t Anderson said, or written, that he will have powers that goes with the Second Sight, powers of an Unblind when he chooses God?
That damn demon had taken a look at Boat and had been scared witless!
Boat is still glowing!
He has felt the power in him. To all intents and purposes he should have been able to send that little dung to hell and back.
So why the hell hasn’t it worked?
What in the name of great aces is happening here?
But doesn’t have time to enjoy his whimpering.
The monster rushes at him, and for a wild moment its claws come up, ready to tear into Boat, but Boat’s for-ce-field shines so terribly that the monster lifts itself off the floor with a shriek of fear!
JOE BOAT MONSTER
(screaming)
YE LOST, PUNY EARTHLING! LET THY FATHER’S BODY BE THY ne-ck STONE TILL ETERNITY! THOU HAST KILLETH THY OWN FATHER, EARTHLING!!
The monster is travelling upwards at great speed, and as Yaw Boat stares at it he knows what is going to happen, and his heart screams with sudden agony and horror!
BOAT
(sobbing)
No, no, no! Oh, please no! Please don’t, please don’t…
The looks down briefly at Yaw Boat, an expression of sheer vindictiveness and malice crossing its face.
Yaw Boat is screaming with agony as he realizes that his dear father is going to be murdered right in front of his, and there is nothing he can do to stop it.
He tries to close his eyes, but some terrible for-ce holds them open, forcing him to watch every last detail.
With startling speed the monster shoots headfirst at the concrete roof.
At that speed any impact with the roof will be fatal.
Yaw Boat is screaming stridently, a high=pitched wail that shakes the chamber to its foundations!
At the last second, before impact with the roof, the monster retreats, and it is the real body of Joe Boat that sails at the concrete roof, and it is Joe Boat’s head that crashes into concrete roof with a terrible, sickening impact!
With a triumphant wail thousands of terrible demons leave Joe Boat’s body!
Yaw Boat sees them, thousands of frightening forms, separated for a moment, then coming together rapidly to form that hu-ge horned beast. It moves across the roof quickly, almost in total anxiety, and shoots with frightening speeds towards the darkest shadows of the room.
Its derisive victory cry comes from the dark recesses of the room.
JOE BOAT MONSTER
(derisively)
SEE THEE AROUND, EARTHLING!
It is a de-ep, rumbling, ominous laugh!
THE FURY WITHIN
The impact is terrible, and although Boat sees the sudden shower of red that smears the roof at the point of impact.
It is all over!
Nobody can survive that collision!
Joe Boat’s body falls from the roof – limp, heavy, without control.
Yaw Boat is still screaming.
He rushes forward on ru-bber legs and catches his father before his body can crash to the floor.
His father is a hu-ge man, and we both of them crash to the floor.
But Yaw Boat doesn’t let him go.
He holds held him ti-ght even as the agony tears his heart apart.
He cradles his father in his arms.
There is blood all over his face and hair, and although Boat wipes it away frantically his father just wouldn’t stop bleeding.
The top of his head is a pulpy mess, and Yaw Boat can see some skull bones sticking out and br@in tissues oozing out slowly.
He has obviously died without much pain; his ne-ck has been broken on impact, but Boat takes no consolation from that in his grief.
He holds his father ti-ghtly against his bosom, burying his face in his father’s face.
In that terrible chamber Yaw Boat bawls like a baby and screams out his agony!
His tears are like rains of fire that scorch his face.
The pain is an unbearable band across his che-st that cuts into him.
Phlegm pours out of Yaw Boat’s mouth, and snot falls from his nostrils as he wails his agony.
Still screaming, he raises his head and sees the red splotch on the ceiling, and in that instant his agony is total.
His teeth gnashes, grinding together so badly that his gums hurt.
And throu-ghthat pain, throu-ghthat agony, his che-st fills up with a fury so de-ep that it feels like someone has inflated his anger-veins to balloon proportions.
He can feel his father’s blood on his face, in the gown he is wearing… everywhere.
Joe Boat is looking peaceful, and a little smile even plays around his li-ps.
Boat is convinced that somehow Joe Boat has known that he has triumphed; his sacrifice has saved his beloved son, and he has spared his son the turmoil of the hell he had gone throu-gh.
Boat has lost his father.
His happiness is gone.
These demons called the Legion…
They have taken his mother… and now they have taken his father!
Everything is gone…
Only one thing remains:
The fury…
The fury within…
That all-consuming fury within the heart of Yaw Boat!
Boat gazes up at that red splotch on the ceiling.
His voice is a grating, gnashing, terrible furious outrage as he screams at the ceiling.
BOAT
(weeping bitterly)
You demons, all of you, EVERY SINGLE MOTHERf*¢kER ONE OF YOU, are you listening to me? Legion, are you hearing me? Go on and run! Flee to the heavens, into the air, within the sea, un-der the earth!! Wherever you go, I will find you, and I will make you pay!!
Tbc…