stephen king - mist-第12节
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rt had pulled out of his pants。 Blood； as red as his missing apron； began to seep out of the trench the pulsing tentacle had made for itself。
I banged my head on the lower edge of the partly raised door。
Norm's legs were outside again。 One of his loafers had fallen off。 A new tentacle came out of the mist； wrapped its tip firmly around the shoe； and made off with it。 Norm's fingers clutched at the door's lower edge。 He had it in a death grip。 His fingers were livid。 He was not screaming anymore； he was beyond that。 His head whipped back and forth in an endless gesture of negation； and his long black hair flew wildly。
I looked over his shoulder and saw more tentacles ing； dozens of them； a forest of them。 Most were small but a few were gigantic； as thick as the moss…corseted tree that had been lying across our driveway that morning。 The big ones had candy…pink suckers that seemed the size of manhole covers。 One of these big ones struck the concrete loading platform with a loud and rolling thrrrrp！ sound and moved sluggishly toward us like a great blind earthworm。 I gave one gigantic tug； and the tentacle holding Norm's right calf slipped a little。 That was all。 But before it reestablished its grip； I saw that the thing was eating him away。
One of the tentacles brushed delicately past my cheek and then wavered in the air； as if debating。 I thought of Billy then。 Billy was lying asleep in the market by Mr。 McVey's long white meat cooler。 I had e in here to find
something to cover him up with。 If one of those things got hold of me； there would be no one to watch out for him…except maybe Norton。
So I let go of Norm and dropped to my hands and knees。
I was half in and half out； directly under the raised door。 A tentacle passed by on my left； seeming to walk on its suckers。 It attached itself to one of Norm's bulging upper arms； paused for a second； and then slid around it in coils。
Now Norm looked like something out of a madman's dream of snake charming。 Tentacles twisted over him uneasily almost everywhere 。。。 and they were all around me； as well。 I made a clumsy leapfrog jump back inside； landed on my shoulder； and rolled。 Jim； Ollie and Myron were still there。 They stood like a tableau of waxworks in Madame Tussaud's； their faces pale； their eyes too bright。 Jim and Myron flanked the door to the generator partment。
〃Start the generator！〃 I yelled at them。
Neither moved。 They were staring with a drugged； thanatotic avidity at the loading bay。
I groped on the floor； picked up the first thing that came to hand … a box of Snowy bleach…and chucked it at Jim。 It hit him in the gut； just above the belt buckle。 He grunted and grabbed at himself。 His eyes flickered back into some semblance of normality。
〃Go start that fucking generator！〃 I screamed so loudly it hurt my throat。
He didn't move； instead he began to defend himself； apparently having decided that； with Norm being eaten alive by some insane horror from the mist； the time had e for rebuttals。
〃I'm sorry；〃 he whined。 〃I didn't know； how the hell was I supposed to know？ You said you heard something but I didn't know what you meant； you should have said what you meant better。 I thought； I dunno； maybe a bird； or something…〃
So then Ollie moved； bunting him aside with one thick shoulder and blundering into the generator room。 Jim stumbled over one of the bleach cartons and fell down； just as I had done in the dark。 〃I'm sorry；〃 he said again。 His red hair had tumbled over his brow。 His cheeks were cheese…white。 His eyes were those of a horrified little boy。 Seconds later the generator coughed and rumbled into life。
I turned back to the loading door。 Norm was almost gone； yet he clung grimly with one hand。 His body boiled with tentacles； and blood pattered serenely down on the concrete in dime…size droplets。 His head whipped back and forth and his eyes bulged with terror as they stared off into the mist。
Other tentacles now crept and crawled over the floor inside。 There were too many near the button that controlled the loading door to even think of approaching it。 One of them closed around a half…liter bottle of Pepsi and carried it off。 Another slipped around a cardboard carton and squeezed。 The carton ruptured and rolls of toilet paper； two…packs of Delsey wrapped in cellophane； geysered upward； came down； and rolled everywhere。 Tentacles seized them eagerly。
One of the big ones slipped in。 its tip rose from the floor and it seemed to sniff the air。 it began to advance toward Myron and he stepped mincingly away from it； his eyes rolling madly in their sockets。 A high…pitched little moan escaped his slack lips。
I looked around for something； anything at all long enough to reach over the questing tentacles and punch the SHUT button on the wall。 I saw a janitor's push broom leaning against a stack…up of beer cases and grabbed it。
Norm's good hand was ripped loose。 He thudded down onto the concrete loading platform and scrabbled madly for a grip with his one free hand。 His eyes met mine for a moment。 They were hellishly bright and aware。 He knew what was happening to him。 Then he was pulled； bumping and rolling； into the mist。 There was another scream； choked off。 Norm was gone。
I pushed the tip of the broom handle onto the button and the motor whined。 The door began to slide back down。 It touched the thickest of the tentacles first； the one that had been investigating in Myron's direction。 It indented its hide… skin； whatever…and then pierced it。 A black goo began to spurt from it。 it writhed madly； whipping across the concrete storage…area floor like an obscene bullwhip； and then it seemed to flatten out。 A moment later it was gone。 The others began to withdraw。
One of them had a five…pound bag of Gaines dog food； and it wouldn't let go。 The descending door cut it in two before thumping home in its grooved slot。 The severed chunk of tentacle squeezed convulsively tighter； splitting the bag open and sending brown nuggets of dog food everywhere。 Then it began to flop on the floor like a fish out of water； curling and uncurling； but ever more slowly； until it lay still。 I prodded it with the tip of the broom。 The piece of tentacle； maybe three feet long； closed on it savagely for a moment； then loosened and lay limp again in the confused litter of toilet paper； dog food； and bleach cartons。
There was no sound except the roar of the generator and Ollie； crying inside the plywood partment。 I could see him sitting on a stool in there with his face clutched in his hands。
Then I became aware of another sound。 The soft； slithery sound I had beard in the dark。 Only now the sound wasmultiplied tenfold。 it was the sound of tentacles squirming over the outside of the loading door； trying to find a way in。
Myron took a couple of steps towards me。 〃Look；〃 he said。 〃You got to understand…〃
I looped a fist at his face。 He was too surprised to even try to block it。 It landed just below his nose and mashed his upper lip into his teeth。 Blood flowed into his mouth。
〃You got him killed〃' I shouted。 〃Did you get a good look at it？ Did you get a good look at what you did？〃
I started to pummel him； throwing wild rights and lefts； not punching the way I had been taught in my college boxing classes but only hitting out。 He stepped back； shaking some of them off； taking others with a numbness that seemed like a kind of resignation or penance。 That made me angrier。 I bloodied his nose。 I raised a mouse under one of his eyes that was going to black just beautifully。 I clipped him a hard one on the chin。 After that one； his eyes went cloudy and semi…vacant。
〃Look；〃 he kept saying； 〃look； look；〃 and then I punched him low in the stomach and the air went out of him and he didn't say 〃look； look〃 anymore。 I don't know how long I would have gone on punching him； but someone grabbed my arms。 I jerked free and turned around。 I was hoping it was Jim。 I wanted to punch Jim out； too。
But it wasn't Jim。 It was Ollie； his round face dead pale； except for the dark circles around his eyes…eyes that were still shiny from his tears。 〃Don't； David；〃 he said。 〃Don't hit him anymore。 it doesn't solve anything。〃
Jim was standing off to one side； his face a bewildered blank。 I kicked a carton of something at him。 It struck one of his Dingo boots and bounced away。
〃You and your buddy are a couple of stupid assholes；〃 I said。
〃e on； David；〃 Ollie said unhappily。 〃Quit it。〃
〃You two assholes got that kid killed。〃
Jim looked down at his Dingo boots。 Myron sat on the floor and held his beer belly。 I was breathing hard。 The blood was roaring in my ears and I was trembling all over。 I sat down on a couple of cartons and put my head down between my knees and gripped my legs hard just above the ankles。 I sat that way for a while with my hair in my face； waiting to see if I was going to black out or puke or what。
After a bit the feeling began to pass and I looked up at Ollie。 His pinky ring flashed subdued fire in the glow of the emergency lights。
〃Okay；〃 I said dully。 〃I'm done。〃
〃Good；〃 Ollie said。 〃We've got to think what to do next。〃
The storage area was beginning to stink of exhaust again。 〃Shut the generator down。 That's the first th
