sk.theshining-第85部分

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Nothing　at　the　end　but　a　bolted　door；　and　nowhere　left　to　run。
　　But　the　pole　was　still　there；　still　leaning　against　the　wall　where　Daddy　had　left　it。
　　Danny　snatched　it　up。　He　craned　his　neck　to　stare　up　at　the　trapdoor。　There　was　a　hook　on　the　end　of　the　pole　and　you　had　to　catch　it　on　a　ring　set　into　the　trapdoor。　You　bad　to…　There　was　a　brand…new　Yale　padlock　dangling　from　the　trapdoor。　The　lock　Jack　Torrance　had　clipped　around　the　hasp　after　laying　his　traps；　just　in　case　his　son　should　take　the　notion　into　his　head　to　go　exploring　up　there　someday。
　　Locked。　Terror　swept　him。
　　Behind　him　it　was　ing；　blundering　and　staggering　past　the　Presidential　Suite；　the　mallet　whistling　viciously　through　the　air。
　　Danny　backed　up　against　the　last　closed　door　and　waited　for　it。
　　　
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　　Wendy　came　to　a　little　at　a　time；　the　grayness　draining　away；　pain　replacing　it：　her　back；　her　leg；　her　side　。　。　。　she　didn't　think　she　would　be　able　to　move。　Even　her　fingers　hurt；　and　at　first　she　didn't　know　why。
　　（The　razor　blade；　that's　why。）　Her　blond　hair；　now　dank　and　matted；　hung　in　her　eyes。　She　brushed　it　away　and　her　ribs　stabbed　inside；　making　her　groan。　Now　she　saw　a　field　of　blue　and　white　mattress；　spotted　with　blood。　Her　blood；　or　maybe　Jack's。　Either　way　it　was　still　fresh。　She　hadn't　been　out　long。　And　that　was　important　because…　（？Why？）　Because…　It　was　the　insectile；　buzzing　sound　of　the　motor　that　she　remembered　first。
　　For　a　moment　she　fixed　stupidly　on　the　memory；　and　then　in　a　single　vertiginous　and　nauseating　swoop；　her　mind　seemed　to　pan　back；　showing　her　everything　at　once。
　　Hallorann。　It　must　have　been　Hallorann。　Why　else　would　Jack　have　left　so　suddenly；　without　finishing　it　。　。　；　without　finishing　her？
　　Because　he　was　no　longer　at　leisure。　He　had　to　find　Danny　quickly　and　。　。　。
　　and　do　it　before　Hallorann　could　put　a　stop　to　it。
　　Or　had　it　happened　already？
　　She　could　hear　the　whine　of　the　elevator　rising　up　the　shaft。
　　（No　God　please　no　the　blood　the　blood's　still　fresh　don't　let　it　have　happened　already）　Somehow　she　was　able　to　find　her　feet　and　stagger　through　the　bedroom　and　across　the　ruins　of　the　living　room　to　the　shattered　front　door。　She　pushed　it　open　and　made　it　out　into　the　hall。
　　〃Danny！〃　she　cried；　wincing　at　the　pain　in　her　chest。　〃Mr。　Hallorann！　Is　anybody　there？　Anybody？〃　The　elevator　had　been　running　again　and　now　it　came　to　a　stop。　She　heard　the　metallic　crash　of　the　gate　being　thrown　back　and　then　thought　she　heard　a　speaking　voice。　It　might　have　been　her　imagination。　The　wind　was　too　loud　to　really　be　able　to　tell。
　　Leaning　against　the　wall；　she　made　her　way　up　to　the　corner　of　the　short　hallway。　She　was　about　to　turn　the　corner　when　the　scream　froze　her；　floating　down　the　stairwell　and　the　elevator　shaft：
　　〃Danny！　e　here；　you　pup！　e　here　aced　take　it　like　a　man！〃　Jack。　On　the　second　or　third　floor。　Looking　for　Danny。
　　She　got　around　the　corner；　stumbled；　almost　fell。　Her　breath　caught　in　her　throat。　Something　（someone？）　huddled　against　the　wall　about　a　quarter　of　the　way　down　from　the　stairwell。
　　She　began　to　hurry　faster；　wincing　every　time　her　weight　came　down　on　her　hurt　leg。　It　was　a　man；　she　saw；　and　as　she　drew　closer；　she　understood　the　meaning　of　that　buzzing　motor。
　　It　was　Mr。　Hallorann。　He　had　e　after　all。
　　She　eased　to　her　knees　beside　him；　offering　up　an　incoherent　prayer　that　he　was　not　dead。　His　nose　was　bleeding；　and　a　terrible　gout　of　blood　had　spilled　out　of　his　mouth。　The　side　of　his　face　was　a　puffed　purple　bruise。　But　he　was　breathing；　thank　God　for　that。　It　was　ing　in　long；　harsh　draws　that　shook　his　whole　frame。
　　Looking　at　him　more　closely；　Wendy's　eyes　widened。　One　arm　of　the　parka　he　was　wearing　was　blackened　and　singed。　One　side　of　it　had　been　ripped　open。　There　was　blood　in　his　hair　and　a　shallow　but　ugly　scratch　down　the　back　of　his　neck。
　　（My　God；　what's　happened　to　him？）
　　〃Danny！〃　the　hoarse；　petulant　voice　roared　from　above　them。　〃Get　out　here；　goddammit！〃　There　was　no　time　to　wonder　about　it　now。　She　began　to　shake　him；　her　face　twisting　at　the　flare　of　agony　in　her　ribs。　Her　side　felt　hot　and　massive　and　swollen。
　　（What　if　they're　poking　my　lung　whenever　I　move？）　There　was　no　help　for　that；　either。　If　Jack　found　Danny；　he　would　kill　him；　beat　him　to　death　with　that　mallet　as　he　had　tried　to　do　to　her。
　　So　she　shook　Hallorann；　and　then　began　to　slap　the　unbruised　side　of　his　face　lightly。
　　〃Wake　up；〃　she　said。　〃Mr。　Hallorann；　you've　got　to　wake　up。　Please　。　。　。
　　please　。　。　。〃　From　overhead；　the　restless　booming　sounds　of　the　mallet　as　Jack　Torrance　looked　for　his　son。
　　
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　　Danny　stood　with　his　back　against　the　door；　looking　at　the　right　angle　where　the　hallways　joined。　The　steady；　irregular　booming　sound　of　the　mallet　against　the　walls　grew　louder。　The　thing　that　was　after　him　screamed　and　howled　and　cursed。　Dream　and　reality　had　joined　together　without　a　seam。
　　It　came　around　the　corner。
　　In　a　way；　what　Danny　felt　was　relief。　It　was　not　his　father。　The　mask　of　face　and　body　had　been　ripped　and　shredded　and　made　into　a　bad　joke。　It　was　not　his　daddy；　not　this　Saturday　Night　Shock　Show　horror　with　its　rolling　eyes　and　hunched　and　hulking　shoulders　and　blood…drenched　shirt。　It　was　not　his　daddy。
　　〃Now；　by　God；〃　it　breathed。　It　wiped　its　lips　with　a　shaking　hand。　〃Now　you'll　find　out　who　is　the　boss　around　here。　You'll　see。　It's　not　you　they　want。　It's　me。　Me。　Me！〃　It　slashed　out　with　the　scarred　hammer；　its　double　head　now　shapeless　and　splintered　with　countless　impacts。　It　struck　the　wall；　cutting　a　circle　in　the　silk　paper。　Plaster　dust　puffed　out。　It　began　to　grin。
　　〃Let's　see　you　pull　any　of　your　fancy　tricks　now；〃　it　muttered。　〃I　wasn't　born　yesterday；　you　know。　Didn't　just　fall　off　the　hay　truck；　by　God。　I'm　going　to　do　my　fatherly　duty　by　you；　boy。〃　Danny　said：　〃You're　not　my　daddy。〃　It　stopped。　For　a　moment　it　actually　looked　uncertain；　as　if　not　sure　who　or　what　it　was。　Then　it　began　to　walk　again。　The　hammer　whistled　out；　struck　a　door　panel　and　made　it　boom　hollowly。
　　〃You're　a　liar；〃　it　said。　〃Who　else　would　I　be？　I　have　the　two　birthmarks；　I　have　the　cupped　navel；　even　the　pecker；　my　boy。　Ask　your　mother。〃
　　〃You're　a　mask；〃　Danny　said。　〃Just　a　false　face。　The　only　reason　the　hotel　needs　to　use　you　is　that　you　aren't　as　dead　as　the　others。　But　when　it's　done　with　you；　you　won't　be　anything　at　all。　You　don't　scare　me。〃
　　〃I'll　scare　you！〃　it　howled。　The　mallet　whistled　fiercely　down；　smashing　into　the　rug　between　Danny's　feet。　Danny　didn't　flinch。　〃You　lied　about　me！　You　connived　with　her！　You　plotted　against　me！　And　you　cheated！　You　copied　that　final　exam！〃　The　eyes　glared　out　at　him　from　beneath　the　furred　brows。　There　was　an　expression　of　lunatic　cunning　in　them。　〃I'll　find　it；　too。　It's　down　in　the　basement　somewhere。　I'll　find　it。　They　promised　me　I　could　look　all　I　want。〃　It　raised　the　mallet　again。
　　〃Yes；　they　promise；〃　Danny　said；　〃but　they　lie。〃　The　mallet　hesitated　at　the　top　of　its　swing。
　　
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　　Hallorann　had　begun　to　e　around；　but　Wendy　had　stopped　patting　his　cheeks。
　　A　moment　ago　the　words　You　cheated！　You　copied　that　final　exam！　had　floated　down　through　the　elevator　shaft；　dim；　barely　audible　over　the　wind。　From　somewhere　deep　in　the　west　wing。　She　was　nearly　convinced　they　were　on　the　third　floor　and　that　Jack…whatever　had　taken　possession　of　Jack…had　found　Danny。　There　was　nothing　she　or　Hallorann　could　do　now。
　　〃Oh　doc；〃　she　murmured。　Tears　blurred　her　eyes。
　　〃Son　of　a　bitch　broke　my　jaw；〃　Hallorann　muttered　thickly；　〃and　my　head　。　。　。〃　He　worked　to　sit　up。　His　right　eye　was　purpling　rapidly　and　swelling　shut。
　　Still；　he　saw　Wendy。
　　〃Missus　Torrance…〃
　　〃Shhhh；〃　she　said。
　　〃Where　is　the　boy；　Missus　Torrance？〃
　　〃On　the　third　floor；〃　she　said。　〃With　his　father。〃
　　
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　　〃They　lie；〃　Danny　said　again。　Something　had　gone　through　his　mind；　flashing　like　a　meteor；　too　quick；　too　bright　to　catch　and　hold。　Only　the　tail　of　the　thought　remained。
　　（it's　down　in　the　basement　somewhere）　（you　will　remember　what　your　father　forgot）
　　〃You　。　。　。　you　shouldn't　speak　that　way　to　your　father；〃　it　said　hoarsely。　The　mallet　trembled；　came　down。　〃You'll　only　make　things　worse　for　yourself。　Your　。
　　。　。　your　punishment。　Worse。〃　It　staggered　drunkenly　and　stared　at　him　with　maudlin　selfpity　that　began　to　turn　to　hate。　The　mallet　began　to　rise　again。
　　〃You're　not　my　daddy；〃　Danny　told　it　again。　〃And　if　there's　a　little　bit　of　my　daddy　left　inside　you；　he　knows　they　lie　here。　Everything　is　a　lie　and　a　cheat。
　　Like　the　loaded　dice　my　daddy　got　for　my　Christmas　stocking　last　Christmas；　like　the　presents　they　put　in　the　store　windows　and　my　daddy　says　there's　nothing　in　them；　no　presents；　they're　just　empty　boxes。　Just　for　show；　my　daddy　says。
　　You're　it；　not　my　daddy。　You're　the　hotel。　And　when　you　get　what　you　want；　you　won't　give　my　daddy　anything　because　you're　selfish。　And　my　daddy　knows　that。
　　You　had　to　make　him　drink　the　Bad　Stuff。　That's　the　only　way　you　could　get　him；　you　lying　false　face。〃
　　〃Liar！　Liar！〃　The　words　came　in　a　thin　shriek。　The　mallet　wavered　wildly　in　the　air。
　　〃Go　on　and　hit　me。　But　you'll　never　get　what　you　want　from　me。〃　The　face　in　front　of　him　changed。　It　was　hard　to　say　how；　there　was　no　melting　or　merging　of　the　features。　The　body　trembled　slightly；　and　then　the　bloody　hands　opened　like　broken　claws。　The　mallet　fell　from　them　and　thumped　to　the　rug。　That　was　all。　But　suddenly　his　daddy　was　there；　looking　at　him　in　mortal　agony；　and　a　sorrow　so　great　that　Danny's　heart　flamed　within　his　chest。　The　mouth　drew　down　in　a　quivering　bow。
　　〃Doc；〃　Jack　Torrance　said。　〃Run　away。　Quick。　And　remember　how　much　I　love　you。〃
　　〃No；〃　Danny　said。
　　〃Oh　Danny；　for　God's　sake…〃
　　〃No；〃　Danny　said。　He　took　one　of　his　father's　bloody　hands　and　kissed　it。
　　〃It's　almost　over。〃
　　
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　　Hallorann　got　to　his　feet　by　propping　his　back　against　the　wall　and　pushing　himself　up。　He　and　Wendy　stared　at　each　other　like　nightmare　surv