THE SECOND SIGHT
Chapter 76
THE SURRENDER
And still the crows came, hundreds of them, landing on the man, clutching him ha-rd and honing in with their beaks, tearing off a piece of flesh each time.
The cops stumbled backward, their faces utterly shocked at the spectacle unfolding in front of them. For a brief moment the man was lost to view completely, only his screams indicating that he was still alive within that fury of white crows.
They moved in with hatred, violently tearing at his flesh.
The screams grew frenzied.
One cop, perhaps feeling he needed to help, stepped forward boldly, but suddenly four crows swooped on him, striking violently at his face, and when he stepped back they immediately let him go.
And within that frenzy, within that madness, I saw them!
Demons!!
Odd, ugly and totally gross demons leaving the body of the ga-y man and occu-pying the crows, one at a time, and each time one came out, revelling in its ugliness, it would stare at me … coldly, defiantly, victoriously!
They went on eating the man.
They would hit his body
thuccckk , and then their beaks would smash home
phoockk , and then they would pull away, ripping off a bit of body part, thraaahh …
Thucckk, phoockk, thraaah … craziness, madness!
And then, as if by some secret command they all flapped their way back into the air, circled once, and then they flew away.
The ga-y man’s body was lying on the roof of the car, completely covered with blood.
His stomach had virtually been cut open by the sharp beaks, and his intestines, those not eaten by the crows, spilled outward.
The flesh on his face was almost completely gone, eaten by the crows, and leaving a grinning skull-like thing that was making de-eper gurgling sounds from a throat that was no longer there but eaten throu-gh.
His genitals had virtually been eaten away. His body was je-rking now, spasmodically, pathetically.
Two cops were turning away, vomiting violently.
The stunned onlookers were moving in now, some of them looking tentatively into the sky, still unable to believe what had just happened.
More police cars were converging on the scene, sirens wailing and lights flashing. Noise, in various forms, was everywhere; confused, freaked out.
The two cops had forgotten about me, and I collap-sed against the side of the car, holding it with both hands and bending my head, hoping the dizziness would go away.
Cool fingers tou-ched my face and gripped my shoulder. I looked up dazedly.
Jo was standing beside me, her face a mirror of concern.
JOSEPHINE
(gently)
Come, Yaw, let’s get out of here.
I looked at her, numb all over.
BOAT
(weakly)
I can’t. I can’t take this anymore. I can’t face this thing. It is over, okay, it is over. sh*t, how many more innocent people would have to die, each death worse than the last? I’m not equipped to deal with this. No, no. I give up. You guys can lock me up, send me to jail, whatever. sh*t, I don’t give a fuc-k!
I knew I sounded incoherent and scared, but I could not help it.
Whatever it was, it was done. I accepted the defeat.
It was over.
This was where I stopped dabbling in the whole spooky spiritual mess. I didn’t care what God did with His gifts anymore. I was finished, and I was out.
I had lost my father, yes, and for eternity I would go on grieving for him, but there wasn’t going to be any revenge. I was no Unblind, and I wasn’t going to kill myself trying.
This was it.
The end.
It was finished.
JOSEPHINE
(gently)
Come, Yaw Boat.
She gently helped me into the back seat of my car.
The two cops approached now, faces grim, brandishing their guns.
She showed her BNI badge ID and spoke to them.
They nodded and turned away.
She got in and started the car, reversing and turning smoothly.
I leaned against the seat and trembled.
Enough was certainly enough.
I had pursued the Legion relentlessly and to the best of abilities I thought I possessed. I had given it a shot, and there had been a time when I had even felt I was winning.
Those days were over.
I was done as an Unblind.
I didn’t care about what Bonner said, or even that I had sworn vengeance on the Legion for my old man’s demise. It all didn’t matter now. I had come to the end of the road, and the Legion could go hang for all I cared.
I had gone off ill-prepared and ill-equipped against a host of raw evil that had survived two thousand years. My urge to prove myself had brou-ght untold grief and death to so many.
I had messed up big time, and my naivety had resulted in so many people losing their lives. I had no doubts whatsoever that the more I pursued the Legion the more terrible deaths would litter the streets of Portville and beyond.
As for my trouble with the BNI and the police I intended to put in a call to Leo Brand, the attorney I had inherited from my father, and let him take it up.
In the morning I would go to the hospital and see Paul Anderson for the last time, and then I would go to the mission house to get my things.
Anderson was greatly wounded, Bonner was gone, and Nicole was in the arms of a man who loved and cherished her. My efforts to tame the Legion had brou-ght in its wake complications, and I had no stomach for more.
I was going to leave Portville.
I was done.
These thoughts ran throu-ghmy mind lazily as Jo stopped the car.
It seemed my brain had stopped functioning and could only dwell on how my days as an Unblind were over and how I was giving up, and it kept playing it over and over again.
I was dimly aware that Nicole was now leading me into a plush hotel, holding unto my arm as we stopped at the reception. I was aware that the hotel was a very beautiful and expensive one – and that she was taking a key from the prim and proper front desk attendant.
I was also dimly aware that we had entered an elevator, and after a long time it stopped and we got out. I hadn’t been paying much attention but I was convinced we were on or close to the highest floor.
Also read – The Second Sight – Episode 21
We walked along a red-carpeted corridor and stopped in front of one of the doors at the farthest end of the corridor. I leaned weakly against the wall as she fumbled out a key and opened it.
It was a luxurious suite, and might have cost a fortune. It was large and expensively-furnished, giving it an unreal aura.
My messed-up brain stopped its recycling of my finished spiritual battle long enough to wonder lazily if all BNI agents could afford such hotel suites, or whether she was running on a special kind of budget.
But then it went back to the fiasco of my life as an Unblind and I let it drift.
JOSEPHINE
(gently)
Make yourself comfortable whilst I change, Yaw. There’s a bar on your right, yes, right by the door leading to the corridor, and if you feel for a drink kindly fix yourself one, okay? I wouldn’t be more than a few minutes.
She walked towards the suite bedroom and disappeared inside.
I gr-unted a reply and went to the balcony.
I didn’t fix any drink. I just leaned across the railing and looked down. It was a mighty big fall from the height I was and I shuddered with fear. I had always been a little afraid of heights, and I experienced a moment of real dizziness that made me hold unto the railing ti-ghter.
Far below me I saw what looked like a huge swimming pool; it was a splendid piece of architecture, constructed in the form of an ‘S’, and beautifully lighted so that from where I was standing it looked like something from a fairy-tale book.
ELLY
Some late revellers were in the pool area.
Some were swimming whilst some just took it easy on mats and reclining chairs as they sipped cool drinks from long straws.
They looked tiny from where I was standing, but somehow the sight warmed and fascinated me in a strange kind of way. I felt oddly hot, and suddenly it seemed to me that a cold swim in the pool would really do me a world of good.
This place would suit me just fine, I thought.
She called my name softly, and when I turned she was standing just inside the room, just beyond the doorway to the balcony, looking silently at me with her head co-cked slightly to the right…and for a terrible second I had a wild sense of déjà vu again because Elaine had had a gait just like that.
And she was totally na-ked.
I devoured her with my eyes.
Hers was a figure I had certainly seen before! Beautiful face, full luscious li-ps, slender ne-ck, gentle shoulders, full firm bre-ast s delightfully turned upward.
Her hips were slender, her flat stomach leading down to the juncture of her thi-ghs, her pubic hair trimmed low.
She was a goddess, an ethereal angel whose destiny was linked to mine somehow.
I stared at her, my breathing coming hard, my eyes roving her face with mounting incomprehension because, despite the different hair and the slightly aged face, despite the coldness and the artificial sweetness she was trying ha-rd to exude, she was Elaine.
Elaine.
Elly!
The woman destined to rule the evil world with me as my queen!
Dear Lord, what is happening now?
JOSEPHINE
(purring sweetly)
Come to me, my darling!
My brain fought against it, but already I was lost.
It seemed as if strong cobwebs had suddenly been thrown over me, drugging me, weakening me.
I closed the gap between us in a flash, spurred on by a heat so alien and strong that I had no chance against it after my long period of induced abstention from s-ex.
I reached for her hungrily, crushing her against my che-st, my li-ps crushing hers in a de-eper devouring kis-s. She strained against me, pulling my clothes away frantically.
My hands rove over her, mauling that delightful body.
This was the Yaw Boat I knew, the decadent soul, the fornicating little commander!
She was m-oaning now as her hands ru-bbed me feverishly. She had somehow gotten her hand down the front of my boxers and taken possession of that raging part of me, expertly fondling and dragging me toward peak desire.
It was a moment of wanton lust.
Harsh, bestial, untamed…
We kis-sed and strained against each other, caught up by a desire so strong and so sinful that I pushed her to the floor. I fell on her, my rigid organ hot against her stomach.
She reached down, grabbed my turgid member and brou-ght it the entrance of her jade heaven.
She was ready, and I lunged brutally into her and began to pound her hard. The pa-ssion rose, catching us and refusing to be reasoned with. She groa-ned and m-oaned against me, raising her hips off the floor to meet my thr-usts!
She moved against me, flowed throu-ghme, and when I closed my eyes I was suddenly thrown back to that night it had all started, that night I had made love to a woman –Elaine – in the dark and had not known it was her!
It felt just like that now, for a moment!
It was Elaine all over again!
I opened my eyes with a little cry of horror, slowing down my thr-usts as I looked down at her, and in the depths of her face I saw those eyes, and I knew they were the eyes of Elaine!
There was no doubt about it!
Shocked, suddenly scared, I almost withdrew from her, but she drew my head down and clamped those sweet li-ps on mine.
She turned me on my back, reared up, and then she sli-pped down sweetly on my length.
She threw her head back and gripped my che-st as she started a most fabulous ride that took my breath away and booted my fears out of my che-st!
We groa-ned together and sought together. It was the most intense love-making I had ever had the sinful plea-sure of having. It wasn’t love, but simply a bestial expression of a terrible statement.
She was a violent twisting ma-ss around me, goading, loving, manipulating.
She was a spirit, giving me plea-sure as I had never known before. She was on me, un-der me, in me … a sinuous angel from the devil, writing a song that baffled the mind, a poem that humans failed to comprehend.
I was the putty in her hands, and although my whole soul cried out, I was past the land of the clean. I had welcomed the sordid life I had been living.
We continued like that for a lengthy time span!
We were all over the room – on the floor, on the sofas, on the tables, against the walls, on the bed.
She was insatiable, and when I screamed and collap-sed, bringing things to a blissful end, she would always be there, teasing, touching, su-cking, and bringing me back to life … and to lust.
Until finally I could not take it anymore.
We both screamed and clutched each other painfully and violently as the earth shook for both of us.
And then I slumbered.
Like a stupid little log.
Soul decadent … decadent soul!
Debauchery!