sk.carrie-第30部分

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'I　can　see　the　blood　draining　back　into　you。　Slower。'
'…Thy　Kingdom　e…'
'Your　feet　and　hands　like　marble；　like　alabaster。　White。'
'…Thy　will　be　done…'
'My　will；　Momma。　Slower！'
'…on　earth…'
'Slower。'
'…as　。。。　as　。。。　as　it。。。'
She　collapsed　forward；　hands　twitching。
'…as　it　is　in　heaven。'
Carrie　whispered：　'Full　stop。'
She　looked　down　at　herself；　and　put　her　hands　weakly　around　the　haft　of　the　knife。
（no　o　no　that　hurts　that's　too　much　hurt）
She　tried　to　get　up；　failed；　then　pulled　herself　up　by　Momma's　stool。　Dizziness　and　nausea　washed　over　her。　She　could　taste　blood；　bright　and　slick；　on　the　back　of　her　throat。　Smoke；　acrid　and　choking；　was　drifting　in　through　the　windows　now。　The　flames　had　reached　next　door；　even　now　sparks　would　be　lighting　softly　on　the　roof　that　rocks　had　punched　brutally　through　a　thousand　years　before。
Carrie　went　out　the　back　door；　staggered　across　the　lawn；　and　rested
（where's　my　momma）
against　a　tree。　There　was　something　she　was　supposed　to　do。　Something　about
（roadhouses　parking　lots）
the　Angel　with　the　Sword。　The　Fiery　Sword。
Never　mind。　It　would　e　to　her。
She　crossed　by　back　yards　to　Willow　Street　and　then　crawled　up　the　embankment　to　Route　6。
It　was　1：　15　A。M。
It　was　11：20　P。M。　when　Christine　Hargensen　and　Billy　Nolan　got　back　to　The　Cavalier。　They　went　up　the　back　stairs；　down　the　hall；　and　before　she　could　do　more　than　turn　on　the　lights；　he　was　yanking　at　her　blouse。
'For　God's　sake　let　me　unbutton　it…'
'To　hell　with　that。'
He　ripped　it　suddenly　down　the　back。　The　cloth　tore　with　a　sudden　hard　sound。　One　button　popped　free　and　winked　on　the　bare　wood　floor。　Honky…tonkin'　music　came　faintly　up　to　them；　and　the　building　vibrated　subtly　with　the　clumsy…enthusiastic　dancing　of　farmers　and　truckers　and　millworkers　and　waitresses　and　hairdressers；　of　the　greasers　and　their　townie　girl　friends　from　Westover　and　Motton。
'Hey…'
'Be　quiet。'
He　slapped　her；　rocking　her　head　back。　Her　eyes　took　on　a　flat　and　deadly　shine。
'This　is　the　end；　Billy。'　She　backed　away　from　him；　breasts　swelling　into　her　bra；　flat　stomach　pumping；　legs　long　and　tapering　in　her　jeans；　but　she　backed　toward　the　bed。　'It's　over。'
'Sure；'　he　said。　He　lunged　for　her　and　she　punched　him；　a　surprising　hard　punch　that　landed　on　his　cheek。
He　straightened　and　twitched　his　head　a　little。　'You　gave　me　a　shiner；　you　bitch。'
'I'll　give　you　more。'
'You're　goddam　right　you　will。'　They　stared　at　each　other；　panting；　glaring。　Then　he　began　to　unbutton　his　shirt；　a　little　grin　beginning　on　his　face。
'We　got　it　on；　Charlie。　We　really　got　it　on。'　He　called　her　Charlie　whenever　he　was　pleased　with　her。　It　seemed　to　be；　she　thought　with　a　cold　blink　of　humour；　a　generic　term　for　good　cunt。
She　felt　a　little　smile　e　to　her　own　face；　relaxed　a　little；　and　that　was　when　he　whipped　his　shirt　across　her　face　and　came　in　low；　butting　her　in　the　stomach　like　a　goat；　tipping　her　on　to　the　bed。　The　springs　screamed。　She　pounded　her　fists　helplessly　on　his　back。
'Get　off　me！　Get　off　me！　Get　off　me！　You　fucking　greaseball；　get　off　me！'
He　was　grinning　at　her；　and　with　one　quick；　hard　yank　her　zipper　was　broken；　her　hips　free。
'Call　your　daddy？'　he　was　grunting。　'That　what　you　gonna　do？　Huh？　Huh？　That　it；　ole　Chuckie？　Call　big　ole　legal　beagle　daddy？　Huh？　I　woulda　done　it　to　you；　you　know　that？　I　woulda　dumped　it　all　over　your　fuckin　squash。　You　know　it？　Huh？　Know　it？　Pig　blood　for　pigs；　right？　Right　on　your　motherfucking　squash。　You…'
She　had　suddenly　ceased　to　resist。　He　paused；　staring　down　at　her；　and　she　had　an　odd　smile　on　her　face。　'You　wanted　it　this　way　all　along；　didn't　you？　You　miserable　little　scumbag。　That's　right；　isn't　it？　You　creepy　little　onenut　low…cock　dinkless　wonder。'
His　grin　was　slow；　crazed。　'It　doesn't　matter。'
'No；'　she　said。　'It　doesn't。'　Her　smile　suddenly　vanished；　the　cords　on　her　neck　stood　out　as　she　hawked　back　…　and　spat　in　his　face。
They　descended　into　a　red；　thrashing　unconsciousness。　Downstairs　the　music　thumped　and　wheezed　（'I'm　poppin　little　white　pills　an　my　eyes　are　open　wide/Six　days　on　the　road　and　I'm　gonna　make　it　home　tonight！'）；　c/w；　full　throttle；　very　loud；　very　bad；　five…man　band　wearing　sequined　cowboy　shirts　and　new　pegged　jeans　with　bright　rivets；　occasionally　wiping　mixed　sweat　and　Vitalis　from　their　brows；　lead　guitar；　rhythm；　steel；　dobro　guitar；　drums；　no　one　heard　the　town　whistle；　or　the　first　explosion；　or　the　second；　and　when　the　gas　main　blew　and　the　music　stopped　and　someone　drove　into　the　parking　lot　and　began　to　yell　the　news；　Chris　and　Billy　were　asleep。
Chris　woke　suddenly　and　the　clock　on　the　night　table　said　five　minutes　of　one。　Someone　was　pounding　on　the　door。
'Billy！'　the　voice　was　yelling。　'Get　up！　Hey！　Hey！'
Billy　stirred；　rolled　over；　and　knocked　the　cheap　alarm　clock　on　to　the　floor。　'What　the　Christ？'　he　said　thickly；　and　sat　up。　His　back　stung。　The　bitch　had　covered　it　with　long　scratches。　He'd　barely　noticed　it　at　the　time；　but　now　decided　he　was　going　to　have　to　send　her　home　bowlegged。　Just　to　show　her　who　was　boss。。
Silence　struck　him。　Silence。　The　Cavalier　did　not　close　until　two；　as　a　matter　of　fact；　he　could　still　see　the　neon　twinkling　and　flicking　through　the　dusty　garret　window。　Except　for　the　steady　pounding
（something　happened）
the　place　was　a　graveyard。
'Billy；　you　in　there？　Hey！'
'Who　is　it？'　Chris　whispered。　Her　eyes　were　glittering　and　watchful　in　the　intermittent　neon。
'Jackie　Talbot；'　he　said　absently；　then　raised　his　voice。　'What？'
'Lemme　in；　Billy。　I　got　to　talk　to　you！'
Billy　got　up　and　padded　to　the　door；　naked。　He　unlocked　the　old…fashioned　hook…and…eye　and　opened　it。
Jackie　Talbot　burst　in。　His　eyes　were　wild　and　his　face　was　smeared　with　soot。　He　had　been　drinking　it　up　with　Steve　and　Henry　when　the　news　came　at　ten　minutes　of　twelve。　They　had　gone　back　to　town　in　Henry's　elderly　Dodge　convertible；　and　had　seen　the　Jackson　Avenue　gas　main　explode　from　the　vantage　point　of　Brickyard　Hill。　When　Jackie　had　borrowed　the　Dodge　and　started　to　drive　back　at　12：30；　the　town　was　a　panicky　shambles。
'Chamberlain's　burning　up；'　he　said　to　Billy。　'Whole　fuckin　town。　The　school's　gone。　The　Centre's　gone。　West　End　blew　up　…　gas。　And　Carlin　Street's　on　fire。　And　they're　saying　Carrie　White　did　it！'
'Oh　God；'　Chris　said。　She　started　to　get　out　of　bed　and　grope　for　her　clothes。　'What　did…'
'Shut　up；'　Billy　said　mildly；　'or　I'll　kick　your　ass。'　He　looked　at　Jackie　again　and　nodded　for　him　to　go　on。
'They　seen　her。　Lots　of　people　seen　her。　Billy；　they　say　she's　all　covered　with　blood。　She　was　at　that　fuckin　prom　tonight。。。　Steve　and　Henry　didn't　get　it　but　。。。　Billy；　did　you　。。。　that　pig　blood　。。。　was　it…'
'Yeah；'　Billy　said。
'Oh；　no。'　Jackie　stumbled　back　against　the　doorframe。　His　face　was　a　sickly　yellow　in　the　light　of　the　one　hall　lightbulb。　'Oh　Jesus；　Billy；　the　whole　town…。'
'Carrie　trashed　the　whole　town？　Carrie　White？　You're　full　of　shit。'　He　said　it　calmly；　almost　serenely。　Behind　him；　Chris　was　dressing　rapidly。
'Go　and　look　out　the　window；'　Jackie　said。
Billy　went　over　and　looked　out。　The　entire　eastern　horizon　had　gone　crimson；　and　the　sky　was　alight　with　it。　Even　as　he　looked；　three　fire　trucks　screamed　by。　He　could　make　out　the　names　on　them　in　the　glow　of　the　street　light　that　marked　The　Cavalier's　parking　lot。　
'Son　of　a　whore；'　he　said。　'Those　trucks　are　from　Brunswick。'
'Brunswick？'　Chris　said。　'That's　forty　miles　away。　That　can't　be　。　。　。'
Billy　turned　back　to　Jackie　Talbot。　'All　right。　What　happened？'
Jackie　shook　his　head。　'Nobody　knows；　not　yet。　It　started　at　the　high　school。　Carrie　and　Tommy　Ross　got　the　King　and　Queen；　and　then　somebody　dumped　a　couple　of　buckets　of　blood　on　them　and　she　ran　out。　Then　the　school　caught　on　fire；　and　they　say　nobody　got　out。　Then　Teddy's　Amoco　blew　up；　then　that　Mobil　station　on　Summer　Street…！'
'Citgo。'　Billy　corrected。　'It's　a　Citgo。'
'Who　the　fuck　cares？'　Jackie　screamed。　'It　was　her；　every　place　something　happened　it　was　her！　And　those　buckets　。。。　none　of　us　wore　gloves。。。'
'I'll　take　care　of　it；'　Billy　said。
'You　don't　get　it；　Billy。　Carrie
'Get　out。'
'Billy…'
'Get　out　or　I'll　break　your　arm　and　feed　it　to　you。'
Jackie　backed　out　of　the　door　warily。
'Go　home。　Don't　talk　to　nobody。　I'm　going　to　take　care　of　everything。'
'All　right；'　Jackie　said。　'Okay。　Billy；　I　just　thought…'
Billy　slammed　the　door。
Chris　was　on　him　in　a　second。　'Billy　what　are　we　going　to　do　that　bitch　Carrie　oh　my　Lord　what　are　we　going　to…'
Billy　slapped　her；　getting　his　whole　arm　into　it；　and　knocked　her　on　to　the　floor。　Chris　sat　sprawled　in　stunned　silence　for　a　moment；　and　then　held　her　face　and　began　to　sob。
Billy　put　on　his　pants；　his　tee　shirt；　his　boots。　Then　he　went　to　the　chipped　porcelain　washstand　in　the　corner；　clicked　on　the　light；　wet　his　head；　and　began　to　b　his　hair；　bending　down　to　see　his　reflection　in　the　spotted；　ancient　mirror。　Behind　him；　wavy　and　distorted；　Chris　Hargensen　sat　on　the　floor；　wiping　blood　from　her　split　lip。
'I'll　tell　you　what　we're　going　to　do；'　he　said。　'We're　going　into　town　and　watch　the　fires。　Then　we're　ing　home。　You're　going　to　tell　your　dear　old　daddy　that　we　were　out　to　The　Cavalier　drinking　beers　when　it　happened。　I'm　gonna　tell　my　dear　ole　mummy　the　same　thing。　Dig。'
'Billy；　your　fingerprints；'　she　said。　Her　voice　was　muffled；　but　respectful。
'Their　fingerprints；'　he　said。　'I　wore　gloves。'
'Would　they　tell？'　she　asked。　'If　the　police　took　them　in　and　questioned　them…'
'Sure；'　he　said。　'They'd　tell。'　The　loops　and　swirls　were　almost　right。　They　glistened　in　the　light　of　the　dun；　flyspecked　globe　like　eddies　on　deep　water。　His　face　was　calm；　reposeful。　The　b　he　used　was　a　battered　old　Ace；　clotted　with　grease。　His　father　had　given　it　to　him　on　…his　eleventh　birthday；　and　not　one　tooth　was　broken　in　it。　Not　one。
'Maybe　they'll　never　find　the　buckets；'　he　said。　'If　they　do；　maybe　the　fingerprints　will　all　be　burnt　of。　I　don't　know。　But　if　Doyle　takes　any　of　'em　in；　I'm　heading　for　California。　You　do　what　you　want。'
'Would　you　take　me　with　you？'　she　asked。　She　looked　at　him　from　the　floor；　her　lip　puffed　to　negroid　size；　her　eyes　pleading。
He　smiled。　'Maybe。'　But　he　wouldn't。　Not　any　more。　'e　on。　We're　going　to　town。'
They　went　d