The Second Sight – Episode 14

THE SECOND SIGHT EPISODE 14
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HIDEOUS TAKES CHARGE
Location: BOB’S APARTMENTS
BOAT
Now look here, Bob, there’s no need for this.
They have been in frays together, chased down girls, the thrills and the rides, even got to a point Bob always wanted to be with him all the time, and sometimes gave Boat the jealous angle when he chose something over him.
Boat had thought he could get away with things which other people couldn’t where Bob is concerned.
He had been sure of that one fact, but here is Bob, as unpredictable as ever. The look on Bob’s face sends chills down Boat’s spine.
Boat is not a coward, and he certainly is no midget. H is big, young and tough, more than equipped with a set of GojuFist skills, and could have whipped Bob like a baby on a neutral ground.
But Bob has never played fair where his supposed enemies are concerned, and that is where the danger lies.
BOB
(in a dangerously soft voice)
Do I look like a f****ng cvnt to you? Stop screwing me, Boat. f**k you, boy. I never would’ve believed this of you. sh*t, I liked you, treated you like a kid brother. Why the f**k do you want to screw me?
BOAT
(calmly)
People change, Bob. I want out, simple. Turns out my old man has known all along about me running a drug racket. And there are other things happening in my life you wouldn’t understand. I’m so damn confused and I just need some space. Why the hell are you behaving like I dropped you into a gas chamber, man?
BOB
(in a fierce whisper)
Maybe you did, kid, maybe you did!
BOAT
What the hell are you talking about?
Bob stands up, and he is holding a gun which he points at Boat’s head. The barrel is elongated by a perforated silencer.
He leans forward, and cold, dangerous metal kissed Boat’s forehead. Somewhere deep in his mind a voice roars in indignation. He has just about had a bellyful of being threatened, of being pushed around and stomped on.
BOB
(hissing)
Don’t you f****ng play dumb with me, Yaw. I f****ng hate f****ng hypocrites and greedy assholes who behave like Jesus but snitch on their f****ng friends!
Boat stares at him, so incredulous that he is dumbfounded for a moment, gawking at Bob with pained eyes.
BOAT
(hoarsely)
Snitch? You dumb bas***d, Bob! You think I ratted on you? To whom?
BOB
(unperturbed)
I got contacts, Yaw. Good contacts in the police force. I have reliable info that a close friend, one I consider a brother, has made a deal with the cops, the good cops I couldn’t buy off, to drage me down. You know, it cuts my heart deeply, because I would’ve killed myself for you. That was why I was willing to leave this hellhole and give you the market here on a silver platter, but no, you want it all, don’t you? f**k you, Yaw Boat, you’ve sorely disappointed me!
BOAT
(angrily)
Well f**k you too, Bob, if you think I’ll ever do such a thing! How could you believe I’m capable of that kind of sh*t after all that we’ve been through?
BOB
(snarling)
Don’t give me that crap! We haven’t been through sh*t, boy! You were just a fucked-up bas***d when I found you! Just a weak-kneed little prick. You don’t f****ng know what I’ve gone through. I gave you life, I made you what you are and you still ain’t sh*t! How dumb can you be, thinking you can double-cross me? I’ve survived better foes than you, Boat. How could you believe it is even remotely possible to turn me over to the cops?
He speaks with such an upsurge of fury that Boat recoils, completely flustered. This is a part of Bob that Boat knows, but has never dreamt will ever be directed at him.
He emphasizes each word by jabbing Boat’s forehead with the gun. At that moment Boat knows what sort of guy Boat is.
He knows that Bob is an unstable guy. Boat has been walking with a dangerously unhinged guy for such a long time without realizing it.
Here is a psychologically disturbed man, a man denied of some vital ingredient that makes a person whole, and as a result he is forever nursing a grudge, angry at the world all the time, prone to let go at any moment. Suddenly all his erratic behaviours in the past make perfect sense to Boat now.
BOAT
I’ve told you once already, Bob, that I’m not a damn snitch. I don’t want your damn market or your drugs, or your money. Something bad happened to me, something you wouldn’t understand in a thousand years, so I won’t even bother explaining to you. I just want you to understand that I’m no snitch, and you better looking for the culprit somewhere else. I’m fed up with this operation, and I want out. It’s as simple as that, so stop shitting me and let me ride out!
He quirks an eyebrow at Boat and smiles. Boat doesn’t like that smile. It feels just like being kissed by a mamba.
BOB
(dangerously)
Great speech, boy. But I decide when you walk away. Nobody quits on me. I decide when you walk. You know me like no one does, except perhaps Ali over there. You know more about my operations than any human alive. And do you know why? It’s because I trusted you! But I see trust is a word you don’t have in your vocabs. I’m sorry, kid, but I can’t let you go. You can hurt me with the info you have about me.
He deftly moves the tip of the gun away from Boat’s forehead and takes a step back, so that Boat sees the hole in the gun, and suddenly Boat knows that that if nothing happens in the space of a few seconds – earthquake, hailstorm, melting of the earth – he will be a dead man.
The enormity of that fact almost renders him immobile.
Boat would have screamed then, or done something. He probably would have made a move at Bob, lunging and trying to kick the gun out of his hand, which would have been a singularly stupid thing to do.
Maybe he would have swivelled on Ali and rammed a shoulder into him, but that would have presented a nice target for Bob to aim at, and Bob definitely isn’t quite the kind of man who will wake up screaming at night because he shot a man he once considered his best friend in the back.
Yes, in a normal world Boat’s actions would have been a thousand fold in his bid to avoid being killed, all of them ending in total disaster, probably.
But Boat’s world is not normal anymore, and he does not react in any way because, at the point of death, he is gripped with abject terror at what happens next.
He watches, transfixed with total curiosity and a form of detached interest, as the eel-like structures in Hideous the Demon’s mouth suddenly sh00t across Boat’s shoulders, heading with uncanny swiftness at Bob.
Boat watches with dumb shock as the demon’s tentacles begin to twirl around the gun in Bob’s hand, covering the hole in the silencer, moving around the trigger, seeming to bind Bob’s hand to the gun.
More tentacles sh00t out, meandering into Bob’s mouth and nostrils, drilling into his ears, messing up his eyes, and giving him the look of a degenerate demon from hell.
Boat stares at him, spooked out of his senses, and it doesn’t even cross his mind once that he is in real mortal danger.
BOB
(sadly)
Sorry, Boatboy. I liked you, kid, but unfortunately, I have to cover myself. Hope to meet you in hell soon, my boy.
If Boat hasn’t been so taken up with the activities of Hideous, he would have found it hard not believing that there is a note of genuine regret in Bob’s voice.
The gun was locked on Boat’s heart.
Bob closes his eyes briefly… and fires!
Boat recoils with sudden shock, his body going through the process, waiting for the swift impact and even swifter flash of pain, steeling himself for the force that would throw him back against the wall, propelled by the impact of the heavy bullets fired at such close range.
Truth is, the gun doesn’t fire.
There is a muted phlaat kind of sound, and that is all.
The ensuing silence is thick and abnormal.
Uncomfortably thick.
Even the doped bisexual girls are staring with horror, silenced out of their lustful blasphemy for once.
Bob’s face turns a meaty colour, like an overcooked piece of ham.
He growls and fires again and again, and each time there comes the same terrible farting sound.
Boat could have told him a lot of things. He could have told him to go take a shower because he is trying to ki*ll the son-of-a-gun who is going to be the next king of the demons, and that there is no way Bob is going to succeed in killing him because his body is needed by a superior demon whose small-boy demon called Hideous is now protecting Boat, the Chosen Vessel.
There is just no way that the evil cohorts are going to allow their Chosen Vessel to be pumped full of bullets!
Boat could have told Bob to stick the gun up his own mouth because it is crammed full with demon tentacles, the best bullet-proof in the world.
Bob’s face has gone an unhealthy grey, his mind boggled. Finally he gives up and looks at Boat with a sheepish smile on his face.
But there is still murder in the depths of his eyes, and a strange fear.
BOB
(dangerously)
Boatboy, you’ve always had the luck of the devil. Fine time for the gun to jam on me, don’t you think?
It takes Boat a split second to realize that Bob is buying time, that he wants Boat off-track for that split second where all the difference can be made.
Bob knows of Boat’s fighting prowess. Boat is big, and knows how to take care of himself when it comes down to the nasty bits. The two of them have been in their fair share of scrapes, and Bob knows of Boat’s martial arts background, that particularly terrible way of fighting, that underground martial arts form known as the GojuFist.
Bob’s eyes shift just a fraction to take in something over Boat’s shoulder. It is enough, however.
Boat senses, rather than feels, the rush of air, the tiny frictional whisper caused by gun clearing leather, and he knows that Ali is on the move, ready to cut him down.
Goaded by a sudden desire to live, Boat flings himself to the right, reaching out for the hard-backed metal chair facing the desk.
Boat at first thinks he is doing things by himself until he sees that Hideous has sprouted more limbs, and that those limbs are wrapped around Boat’s waist and shoulders, propelling him out of harm’s way.
There are three sharp spits from Ali’s silenced gun. The bullets dig furrows in the walls, and the last one shatters one of the windows.
Bob, transfixed by Boat’s apparently lightning reflexes, is rendered immobile as he stares at Boat. That is probably what saved his life because if he had so much as shifted his gaze, Ali’s last bullet would have turned the right side of his face into a crimson disaster.
Ali is turning with Boat, cool as Clint Eastwood, murder swimming in his eyes, the gun still trained on Boat.
Yaw Boat pivots once, the chair clutched in his hand, swinging round. If Ali had fired then he probably would have put an unwanted Adam’s apple in Boat’s throat, but he glances up at the chair looming large over him, and tries to duck, his attention momentarily diverted.
For a professional he acts rather dumbly, trying to do two things at the same time.
The chair smashes across his right shoulder with enough force to rock his shoulder, but in a rather bemused way Boat notices that its force has been magnified tenfold by the greenish tentacles of Hideous which are pulling the chair down.
There is a nasty wrenching and breaking sound, and Ali utters a shrill scream of utter pain. His whole shoulder moves downward, completely dislocated and shattered.
Boat knows that Ali’s shoulder will never be the same again. The gun clatters harmlessly to the floor.
Boatfollows the momentum of his movement – or rather Hideous propels him forward – and grabs Ali’s injured arm.
Ali shrieks like a gutted pig, and the girls scream too. Boat swings Ali round and lifts his body off the floor. Bob has drawn out a second gun, also fixed with a silencer, and is aiming at Boat.
Bob’s face looks really terrified. Boat throws Ali at him, broken arm and all, throwing him off his shoulder. Bob fired rapidly.
He might have been both mad and desperate, because Ali’s figure is directly in his line of fire.
The terrible spits of the gun are barely audible, but the bullets have a lot to say about Ali’s looks. One bullet catches him on the outside of the right cheek, taking away the whole of his left face.
Bone and goo flew into the air, giving Ali a look like one of those freaky zombie characters in horror movies. Another bullet smashes into his throat, turning it into strands of bloodied flesh. The third and fourth bullets hit his brow and jaw respectively, and by the time Ali falls heavily on the desk, he is without a head.
He lies on the desk, his gullet making a high-pitched whining sound as his life force gushes out in red streams on the desk.
The girls are screaming, still entwined, their artificial faces reflecting true feelings for a change. Bob is staring at the damaged Ali with a foolish half-grin on his face.
For a moment it seems Bob can’t fully grasp what has happened.
Boat throws open the door and runs out of the apartment.
There is a sudden enraged howl, and a door crashes open behind him, and he knows that Bob has not given up his intents yet, and is pursuing him to get the job done.
Boat is in the dark alley, running through stinking water without a care.
Suddenly debris flies off the wall just above his head, and when he looks down the alley he sees the dim outline of Bob running towards him holding two guns in his hands.
He has taken a shot at Boat.
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EVIL AT ITS FINEST
Location: SWEET MEADOWS
Yaw Boat runs harder.
He bursts onto the street, straight into the path of a huge 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 understand what is happening, wondering how Boat miraculously escaped certain death.
Boat chuckles deep 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 chest again.
He is as exposed as blood on ice, presenting a huge 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 spot. Some curl around his arms, forcing them apart at the last moment so that when he fires the bullet goes straight into the front glass of a sagging store, bringing down glass, and the other bullet goes into the shoulders of a huge 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 p***s is sticking out like some underground 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 thighs 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 huge 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 understanding 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 understanding what is happening to his truck.
He is obviously stepping hard on the brake 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, understanding the violent see-sawing movements of his thighs.
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 force 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 force 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 through the windscreen of the truck.
The whole windscreen does not shatter. Bob’s head smashes a way in for itself, going through the glass such that a hole is created for the head, but the windscreen remains intact, all the work of Hideous.
The jagged edges of the glass impales Bob’s neck, cutting through his 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 neck 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 through the smoky shape of Hideous harmlessly!
He has scraped 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 fucked-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 needs help fast before whatever diabolic demon takes over his body!

To be continued…
©Aaron Ansah – Agyeman
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4 Comments

  1. Wow interesting thanks bro for the update Christians should be careful cause the days are evil God help us to overcome every evil in Jesus name Amen once again thank you

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