Four Past Midnight - Stephen King [87]
Oh God, Albert thought. That was his teeth.
Craig flopped and squirmed on the floor. It was terrible to watch him, perhaps more terrible because of the poor light. There was something monstrous and unkillable and insectile about his horrible vitality. His hand closed upon Albert's loafer. Albert stepped away from the letter-opener with a little cry of revulsion, and Craig tried to grasp it when he did. Between his eyes, his nose was a burst bulb of flesh. He could hardly see Albert at all; his vision was eaten up by a vast white corona of light. A steady high keening note rang in his head, the sound of a TV test-pattern turned up to full volume.
He was beyond doing any more damage, but Albert didn't know it. In a panic, he brought the toaster down on Craig's head again. There was a metallic crunch-rattle as the heating elements inside it broke free.
Craig stopped moving.
Albert stood over him, sobbing for breath, the weighted tablecloth dangling from one hand. Then he took two long, shambling steps toward the escalator bowed deeply again, and vomited on the floor.
13
Brian crossed himself as he thumped back the black plastic shield which covered the screen of the 767's INS video-display terminal, half-expecting it to be smooth and blank. He looked at it closely ... and let out a deep sigh of relief.
LAST PROGRAM
COMPLETE,
it informed him in cool blue-green letters, and below that:
NEW PROGRAM? Y N
Brian typed Y, then:
REVERSE
AP29:LAX/LOGAN
The screen went dark for a moment. Then:
INCLUDE DIVERSION IN AP 29? Y N
Brian typed Y.
REVERSE
the screen informed him, and, less than five seconds later:
PROGRAM
COMPLETE
'Captain Engle?'
He turned around. Bethany was standing in the cockpit doorway. She looked pale and haggard in the cabin lights.
'I'm a little busy right now, Bethany.'
'Why aren't they back?'
'I can't say.'
'I asked Bob - Mr Jenkins - if he could see anyone moving around inside the terminal, and he said he couldn't. What if they're all dead?'
'I'm sure they're not. If it will make you feel better, why don't you join him at the bottom of the ladder? I've got some more work to do here.' At least I hope I do.
'Are you scared?' she asked.
'Yes. I sure am.'
She smiled a little. 'I'm sort of glad. It's bad to be scared all by yourself - totally bogus. I'll leave you alone now.'
'Thanks. I'm sure they'll be out soon.'
She left. Brian turned back to the INS monitor and typed:
ARE THERE PROBLEMS WITH THIS PROGRAM?
He hit EXECUTE.
NO PROBLEMS. THANK YOU FOR FLYING AMERICAN PRIDE.
'You're welcome, I'm sure,' Brian murmured. and wiped his forehead with his sleeve.
Now, he thought, if only the fuel will burn.
14
Bob heard footsteps on the ladder and turned quickly. It was only Bethany, descending slowly and carefully, but he still felt jumpy. The sound coming out of the cast was gradually growing louder.
Closer.
'Hi, Bethany. May I borrow another of your cigarettes?'
She offered the depleted pack to him, then took one herself. She had tucked Albert's book of experimental matches into the cellophane covering the pack, and when she tried one it lit easily.
'Any sign of them?'
'Well, it all depends on what you mean by "any sign," I guess,' Bob said cautiously. 'I think I heard some shouting just before you came down.' What he had heard actually sounded like screaming - shrieking, not to put too fine a point on it - but he saw no reason to tell the girl that. She looked as frightened as Bob felt, and he had an idea she'd taken a liking to Albert.
'I hope Dinah's going to be all right,' she said, 'but I don't know. He cut her really bad.'
'Did you see the captain?'
Bethany nodded. 'He sort of kicked me out. I guess he's programming his instruments, or something.'
Bob Jenkins nodded soberly.