sk.theshining-第106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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THAT WHICH WAS FORGOTTEN
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。
* * *
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。
* * *
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。〃
* * *
〃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 s
