sk.theshining-第99部分
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She looked down the stairs again。
Her right hand was sweating against the wooden handle of the knife； she switched it to her left； wiped her right palm against the pink terrycloth of her robe； and switched the knife back。 Almost unaware that her mind had given her body the mand to go forward； she began down the stairs； left foot then right； left foot then right； her free hand trailing lightly on the banister。
（Where's the party？ Don't let me scare you away； you bunch of moldy sheets！
Not one scared woman with a knife！ Let's have a little music around here！ Let's have a little life！） Ten steps down； a dozen； a baker's dozen。
The light from the first…floor hall filtered a dull yellow down here； and she remembered that she would have to turn on the lobby lights either beside the entrance to the dining room or inside the manager's office。
Yet there was light ing from somewhere else； white and muted。
The fluorescents； of course。 In the kitchen。
She paused on the thirteenth step； trying to remember if she had turned them off or left them on when she and Danny left。 She simply couldn't remember。
Below her； in the lobby； highbacked chairs hulked in pools of shadow。 The glass in the lobby doors was pressed white with a uniform blanket of drifted snow。 Brass studs in the sofa cushions gleamed faintly like cat's eyes。 There were a hundred places to hide。
Her legs stilted with fear； she continued down。
Now seventeen； now eighteen； now nineteen。
（Lobby level； madam。 Step out carefully。） The ballroom doors were thrown wide； only blackness spilling out。 From within came a steady ticking； like a bomb。 She stiffened； then remembered the clock on the mantel； the clock under glass。 Jack or Danny must have wound it 。 。 。 or maybe it had wound itself up； like everything else in the Overlook。
She turned toward the reception desk meaning to go through the gate and the manager's office and into the kitchen。 Gleaming dull silver； she could see the intended lunch tray。
Then the clock began to strike； little tinkling notes。
Wendy stiffened； her tongue rising to the roof of her mouth。 Then she relaxed。
It was striking eight； that was all。 Eight o'clock 。 。 。 five； six； seven 。 。 。
She counted the strokes。 It suddenly seemed wrong to move again until the clock had stilled 。
。 。 。 eight 。 。 。 nine 。 。 。
（？？ Nine ？？） 。 。 。 ten 。 。 。 eleven 。 。 。
Suddenly； belatedly； it came to her。 She turned back clumsily for the stairs； knowing already she was too late。 But how could she have known？
Twelve。
All the lights in the ballroom went on。 There was a huge； shrieking flourish of brass。 Wendy screamed aloud； the sound of her cry insignificant against the blare issuing from those brazen lungs。
〃Unmask！〃 the cry echoed。 〃Unmask！ Unmask！〃 Then they faded； as if down a long corridor of time； leaving her alone again。
No； not alone。
She turned and he was ing for her。
It was Jack and yet not Jack。 His eyes were lit with a vacant； murderous glow； his familiar mouth now wore a quivering； joyless grin。
He had the Toque mallet in one hand。
〃Thought you'd lock me in？ Is that what you thought you'd do？〃 The mallet whistled through the air。 She stepped backward； tripped over a hassock； fell to the lobby rug。
〃Jack…〃
〃You bitch；〃 he whispered。 〃I know what you are。〃 The mallet came down again with whistling； deadly velocity and buried itself in her soft stomach。 She screamed； suddenly submerged in an ocean of pain。 Dimly she saw the mallet rebound。 It came to her with sudden numbing reality that he meant to beat her to death with the mallet he held in his hands。
She tried to cry out to him again； to beg him to stop for Danny's sake； but her breath had been knocked loose。 She could only force out a weak whimper； hardly a sound at all。
〃Now。 Now； by Christ；〃 he said； grinning。 He kicked the hassock out of his way。 〃I guess you'll take your medicine now。〃 The mallet whickered down。 Wendy rolled to her left； her robe tangling above her knees。 Jack's hold on the mallet was jarred loose when it hit the floor。 He had to stoop and pick it up； and while he did she ran for the stairs； the breath at last sobbing back into her。 Her stomach was a bruise of throbbing pain。
〃Bitch；〃 he said through his grin； and began to e after her。 〃You stinking bitch； I guess you'll get what's ing to you。 I guess you will。〃 She heard the mallet whistle through the air and then agony exploded on her right side as the mallet…head took her just below the line of her breasts； breaking two ribs。 She fell forward on the steps and new agony ripped her as she struck on the wounded side。 Yet instinct made her roll over； roll away； and the mallet whizzed past the side of her face； missing by a naked inch。 It struck the deep pile of the stair carpeting with a muffled thud。 That was when she saw the knife； which had been jarred out of her hand by her fall。 It lay glittering on the fourth stair riser。
〃Bitch；〃 he repeated。 The mallet came down。 She shoved herself upward and it landed just below her kneecap。 Her lower leg was suddenly on fire。 Blood began to trickle down her calf。 And then the mallet was ing down again。 She jerked her head away from it and it smashed into the stair riser in the hollow between her neck and shoulder； scraping away the flesh from her ear。
He brought the mallet down again and this time she rolled toward him； down the stairs； inside the arc of his swing。 A shriek escaped her as her broken ribs thumped and grated。 She struck his shins with her body while he was offbalance and he fell backward with a yell of anger and surprise； his feet jigging to keep their purchase on the stair riser。 Then he thumped to the floor； the mallet flying from his hand。 He sat up； staring at her for a moment with shocked eyes。
〃I'll kill you for that；〃 he said。
He rolled over and stretched out for the handle of the mallet。 Wendy forced herself to her feet。 Her left leg sent bolt after bolt of pain all the way up to her hip。 Her face was ashy pale but set。 She leaped onto his back as his hand closed over the shaft of the Toque mallet。
〃Oh dear God！〃 she screamed to the Overlook's shadowy lobby； and buried the kitchen knife in his lower back up to the handle。
He stiffened beneath her and then shrieked。 She thought she had never heard such an awful sound in her whole life； it was as if the very boards and windows and doors of the hotel had screamed。 It seemed to go on and on while he remained board…stiff beneath her weight。 They were like a parlor charade of horse and rider。 Except that the back of his redand…black…checked flannel shirt was growing darker； sodden； with spreading blood。
Then he collapsed forward on his face； bucking her off on her hurt side； making her groan。
She lay breathing harshly for a time； unable to move。 She was an excruciating throb of pain from one end to the other。 Every time she inhaled； something stabbed viciously at her； and her neck was wet with blood from her grazed ear。
There was only the sound of her struggle to breathe； the wind； and the ticking clock in the ballroom。
At last she forced herself to her feet and hobbled across to the stairway。
When she got there she clung to the newel post； head down； waves of faintness washing over her。 When it had passed a little； she began to climb； using her unhurt leg and pulling with her arms on the banister。 Once she looked up； expecting to see Danny there； but the stairway was empty。
（Thank God he slept through it thank God thank God） Six steps up she had to rest； her head down； her blond hair coiled on and over the banister。 Air whistled painfully through her throat； as if it had grown barbs。 Her right side was a swollen； hot mass。
（e on Wendy e on old girl get a locked door behind you and then look at the damage thirteen more to go not so bad。 And when you get to the upstairs corridor you can crawl。 I give my permission。） She drew in as much breath as her broken ribs would allow and half…pulled； half…fell up another riser。 And another。
She was on the ninth； almost halfway up； when Jack's voice came from behind and below her
