THE SECOND SIGHT
Chapter 49
FIRST WAR
The thing in there began to huff!
I could feel its puffed-up anger.
I sensed no fear, only a strong urge for a fight. This was a demon that had obviously never lost a battle, possessing all the devastating arsenals it had acquired over thousands of lifetimes…
I stopped in front of the door. That square space was just right in front of me, and I leaned close and looked inside.
Into hell!
The room – or cell – was small.
It was devoid of any furniture except a bedlike concrete erection on its right wall. There was nothing else. Obviously they didn’t want to leave anything in that room which could become a weapon in the hands of that thing inside.
I could see another partially closed door at the end of the wall, probably leading to a toilet and bath.
The room stank to high kingdom – a combination of piss, human excreta, blood, rotten food and simple bad hygiene.
The ceiling was high, and from it burned a single lantern encased in a strong metal erection with tiny holes throu-ghthem. I guessed it had an outlet somewhere on the roof, so that it was impossible to reach that lantern from the cell.
The mattress on the stone erection had been ripped to tiny pieces. On the floor were white disposable sacs, the ones they normally sold fast foods in.
And on the floor were mounds of excreta, deliberately used to smear the walls. Here and there were dark maroon sp-ots…blood.
She was sitting on the stone bed facing the door. She was nak-ed and extremely thin – anorexia no doubt. Bones protruded out of her from all angles. It was as if a bit of child’s skin had been stretched to cover her skeleton.
Her cheeks were so hollowed out that for a wild moment I thought I was looking at a real skull above that body.
Her legs were apart, and she was pushing three or four fingers on her right hand in and out of her vulva, a lecherous grin on her face.
Judging by the long dirty nails on her right fingers, she was actually doing herself terrible harm by attacking her crotch like that.
I saw dark liquids on her thi-ghs and forming a dark puddle around her gnarled curled feet. Her hair had long fallen out, and the little tufts that covered that domed horror appeared completely white.
And then I looked at her eyes.
They were not human eyes.
They were absolutely square, and they blazed yellow.
Yellow glow, yellow glow, death’s banner!
The demon wanted to show me how it had wasted her, and it wanted me to know it was there, sitting pretty, waiting, not ready to budge, dude!
My first horrified thoughts were that Samantha Gaisie was indeed the Demon of the Parish.
I was so shocked and sickened that for a moment I could not move. I was holding the key so ti-ghtly that it cut into my palm.
She spoke in that great booming voice that was really no voice at all, but some dark sound from something uncouth, something evil…a vindictive demon!
SAMANTHA-DEMON
Hello, cvnt-man! Wanna fuc-k me? I made myself all w£t for your co-ck. Ahh, cvnt-man, fuc-k me, fuc-k me, cvnt-man!”
Such waste!
Such terrible fiendishness!
That evil yellow-eyed damn demon took a fine woman on the brink of a happy life and reduced her to mud quality!
Do these things ever stop?
The fury was as fierce as it was alien.
I stepped back and jabbed the key into the lock.
That thing immediately stopped masturbating and snarled. Its mouth was wide and pink, and it puffed its shoulders like a cat about to pounce. It jumped unto the stone bed and crouched, devilish eyes never leaving my face, the snarl as ferocious as a starved tiger.
I turned the key and heard a clic-k. It was one of those keys with a triple lock, and so I turned it again and again impatiently.
Finally it wouldn’t go round, and I knew it was open. I grabbed the door handle and pulled.
There was a harsh metallic sound as the fortified door screeched open.
At the same time a terrible shriek issued from the throat of that thing, and it hurled itself at me, bombing off that stone thing like a missile, hands elongated, and fingers reaching for my throat.
I was caught completely off-guard, and I hurled myself away from the door at the last moment. I hit the ha-rd floor, and felt the air whooshing out of me.
My head took a bounce off the floor, and for a moment I felt real fear and total panic as that foul-smelling thing pounced on me.
Its feet were like talons that gripped me, its scent an abnormal as-sault on my nasal cavities that almost knocked me out completely. I could feel its talons on me, tearing savagely, touching the skin of my ne-ck and drawing blood. Its triumphant yellow eyes gloated above me, full of devilish glee.
I fought the fear and reached out blindly, grabbing its ne-ck and flinging it up. It bounced off me and crashed straight into the roof, and dimly I was aware that it was once again awesome
spiritual strength that was at work; my own strength couldn’t have had such a devastating power.
It hit the ceiling ha-rd, but gravity did not bring it down like a normal human object. It stretched out coolly on the ceiling, as if it had glue in its body, and glared down at me. I rolled first unto my right shoulder, and then got to a kneeling position.
Quick as lightning it moved – no, glided – across the ceiling, heading for the door.
Panic seized me again. No, it couldn’t be allowed to escape. Out there were a lot of human hosts, and another murder could be for-ced right around my ne-ck.
Feeling a crushing wave of incompetence I got to my feet and rushed after it.
BOAT
(shouting)
Hey, come back here!
Immediately it fell from the ceiling and crashed to the ground.
I winced.
That bag of bones falling from that great height! The sound was like stepping on try twigs in a dry forest. I knew that only the human host was suffering; only she would feel the great pain afterward.
The thing was on its feet, crouched, snarling.
Now the face of the girl had disappeared completely, and in place of that was the manifested head of the demon. It was a malformed yellow head, bulging at so many places that it looked totally frightening.
There were little holes in the head that appeared to be filled with pus, and I could see tiny movements in them, as if there were worm-like things in there.
Its forehead was square and sharp, protruding greatly like that of a Neanderthal. The eyes were hu-ge square sunken holes, blazing a terrible yellow. The nose was a snakelike protrusion that squirmed and beat rapidly, its double-heads violently struggling for supremacy.
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The mouth was a vertical spherical thing, filled with a great mas-s of yellowish sponges and four sharp saber-like teeth.
I approached it slowly. My confidence was slowly coming home.
I had commanded it to stop…and it had obeyed!
AN UNBLIND IS BORN
That was it.
Even now I could see its eyes shifting helplessly, seeking out routes of escape. I became aware of the magnificent white light in the corridor for the first time, and then I noticed that I was glowing.
My for-ce-field was on, oh brother! Wasn’t that just about the sweetest, most beautiful thing?
The vile demon hissed at me and took tentative steps backward.
SAMANTHA-DEMON
Let me go! Let me go, pu-ssy-cvnt!
pu-ssy-cvnt!
That was real original.
un-der other circu-mstances I probably would have laughed, but it was life and death I was dealing with here, and I had nothing to go on but my anger and the urge to destroy that thing.
Its face was agonized, and its arms came up to shelter its demonic eyes from the terrible glow of my for-ce-field.
SAMANTHA-DEMON
What do you want with me, you menstrual turd? Come not closer, who-remonger! Do not come any closer!
BOAT
(angrily)
Come out of her, demon!
SAMANTHA-DEMON
NAY!! This host is mine, mine, mine!!
It screamed shrilly and snarled, blasting me with a bomb of rotten mouth air. The great voice echoed throu-ghthe corridor like a herd of stampeding bulls fleeing throu-ghan un-derground sewer.
BOAT
(screaming)
Come out of her, now!
SAMANTHA-DEMON
(also screaming)
Says who, tadpole?
It flew at me again, flailing at my face, mouth snapping at my ne-ck, snake-nose striking down at my face like double cobr@s.
I back-pedaled, ba-rely able to keep it at bay, and the fear rose in me again.
It was a terror that seized my whole body as I saw that evil face so close, filled with superhuman strength, trying to tear me to pieces…so vicious and violent even though I was glowing.
I was back again, back to the Legion attacking me and killing my father.
So hopeless and helpless.
What in the name of blazes was going on? Why couldn’t I just stop them? What wasn’t I doing right?
I was down, and it was on top of me – slobbering, overpowering!
Terror!
BOAT
(scared, screaming)
Jesus, just get the fuc-k out of her!
I screamed, totally freaked out with fear.
It might sound sissy-like, right? Wrong! This wasn’t the kind of fake terror that as-sails you when you watch your Wes Craven flic-k. This wasn’t optical illusion finely-tuned to work the adrenaline in you.
This was the stuff that death was made of. This was looking death in the face without its disguise on, without the fine trimmings!
This was what the ultimate death was all about, and on that level of things where no human being was permitted to wander, things were a whole lot hotter.
So I screamed… and immediately I found myself holding unto a startled, bony face. What was lying in my arms was just a terrible anorexic woman, and she was M0-ning with pain, fear and incomprehension.
sh*t, it worked! Blaze me to hell and back…I just freed Samantha Gaisie!
For a moment I could only hold and stare at her, my eyes disbelieving.
It had happened !
Actually happened!
And then it hit me. I knew where I had gone wrong – what I had done wrong!
I recalled the Legion’s mirthful disdain as it killed my father and fled.
See you around, earthling!
The Legion had cried.
Now I un-derstood. How stupid had I been?
In my inexperience I had commanded the Legion to come out of my father, but on my own authority. That was why it had laughed and killed my father. And yet, just five simple words could have saved my father :
In the name of Jesus!
That was all I nee-ded.
That was why the Samantha-Demon had screamed, “Says Who?”
That was all the song I nee-ded to sing. And now, in my agitation, I had uttered that name out of reflex. I had exclaimed loudly just like any other panicked young man would do in a situation of life and death.
I was filled with ecstasy and meanness at the same time. I pushed the shivering lady off me and bounced to my feet desperately.
I nee-dn’t have worried.
That vile demon hadn’t gone anywhere.
It was curled up against the wall: a long-bodied, multi-limbed yellow thing with a crazy-looking head. Its head was bowed, its five legs drawn up, its six arms wrapped around its body.
It appeared to be shivering.
Without a human host it was pathetic.
Such evil, such heinous deeds.
I looked at it with contempt. I was still glowing as I moved toward it slowly. It raised a tortured face to mine, and immediately looked away, its face tortured.
It speaks to me in an ancient rasping voice.
YELLOW DEMON
Pray, hurt me not! Pray, allow me to be on my way! I have no further trouble with you!
I grated out with all the fury and disgust I could muster.
BOAT
(furiously)
The fuc-k you don’t! I haven’t finished with you yet, demon!
It shook its gigantic head vigorously.
YELLOW DEMON
No, you can’t do anything else! It is your power to take me out of the woman, but you can’t destroy me! It is only the Great One who can destroy us on the Great Judgment Day!
BOAT
(softly, nastily)
Says who? I don’t know any of that sh*t! It is me and you, and what I can do to you!
It looked up at me, and I saw the sudden horror on its face. It shook that hu-ge head violently, and it began to glide along the wall away from me.
It looked absolutely terrified!
YELLOW DEMON
No, you can’t touch me! Go on, read the Holy Scriptures! It is not thy authority to hurt us! You can only cast us out!
BOAT
(angrily)
As I told you, I don’t know any of that sh*t! Now stop dragging your a$$ all over the damn floor!
It became absolutely still.
It tried to look at me again, yellow eyes terrified and beseeching!
YELLOW DEMON
(whispering tremulously)
Pray, let me be on my way! There’s a herd of sheep on the other side of the bridge. Pray, allow me to enter them.
BOAT
(harshly)
Who the fuc-k do you think I am? Jesus Christ? You think you can just enter anything you want and destroy it, like you did to this poor woman, you ugly little turd?
I chuckled; it was a nasty sound.
I felt absolutely nasty.
Here was the thing that had killed Steve Poku and who knows how many people else? I wanted it to feel pain and to hurt. I wanted to stomp on it and hear its screams. Here it was, the unfeeling piece of dirt that had denied a poor wife and her husband the simple nee-d of being in love, of having a good honeymoon.
How evil could it be?
TBc…