Stories - Pusher (continued).
Pusher
Story. [Continued. Start at number 85. ]
(C) Oleg Malakhov (Stever)
Figure: (c) Alexey Antipov (Goblin)
Part of 1.2.
What happened next, did not enter into his plans. Exactly
a second to throw a man in a black cloak moved slightly to the
left. The guy who stood at the edge of the platform, saw the
incident on his person and instinctively flinched in the same
direction. As a result, the young man finally lost his balance,
and it incurred in advance. He tried to stop but to no avail.
If some ill fate pushed him straight toward the train. Inhuman
cry announced the platform. The young man fell onto the rails
and turned over, face up. His distraught eyes fixed on his face
blond guy who looked on with dismay what is happening. And at
that moment the train all its force crashed in it. A woman in
the crowd screamed shrill ...
In the first few moments the young man is absolutely nothing
not felt. He saw the train smashed his left leg,
then both hands and pulled ahead of him, gradually tearing
pieces. Consciousness did not leave a young person, but the
pain does not felt. Only a sense of terrible injustice happened
penetrated right through him. After some time he caught a
little muffled, but at the same time very shrill sound. "The
woman - thought the young man (although, of course, quite
difficult in such a specific situation to apply the term
"Thought", because all the thoughts and feelings now come and
gone not, as usual). - On the platform was a woman. She
screamed. That sound ... It permeates ...". Suddenly, in the
eyes of the young man grew dark, and he felt like falls
somewhere. At this moment the train destroyed what once was his
head.
First came an unearthly sense of calm, which, however, did
not last long, giving way to fully clarify the mind. The young
man regained his gift to see and feel all around. True, getting
these very good opportunities, he came concluded that it would
be better still remained as it was before. A saw a young man as
follows: he now was not in a subway station, on a very crowded
street, not far from the roadway. Something about this
situation seemed to him vaguely familiar, but what he realized
later, when he saw among the people, prepared to cross the
road, myself. He saw his own face, frozen in anticipation of
the killing, but vigorously trying to keep an indifferent and
even somewhat bored expression, its cold as ice, his eyes and
biting sneer twisted his lips - his own lips. Understanding
what was happening came over the young man at once, like an
avalanche, rapid and adamant in his powerful and moving. He
understood that is not in his body, but rather, in the body
one of his many victims. All this was completely insane, but
nonetheless it was a young man very well perceive the
surrounding environment. But the most frightening was that he
was quite unable to control the body, which he did not
voluntarily appeared. And this body quick step nearing the edge
of the sidewalk. The young man wanted scream and throw away
from the road, but he had such an opportunity, for someone
else's body and did not think to obey him. He saw juggernaut
racing at high speed along the carriageway and coming to him.
Under the wheels of the truck to him, apparently, and was
destined to perish. The young man gave to a monstrous force,
which was to him scream. But what it could give? Consciousness
of a man in whose body it was, likely to work separately from
his own consciousness. It is even possible that man has no clue
that he shares his inner world with another living creature.
Besides him, as and temporarily lodged in him an outsider,
faced a quick death. And, indeed, less than three seconds, as
the strongest impetus sent back to the body, which has become a
haven at once for two individuals, in advance. A second later
the body was torn to pieces. A monstrous hit once separated the
head from the spine, and she flew off to the side, falling to
the pavement and Split, like a nut. Everything else just turned
into a mess of pieces of flesh and bone, richly flavored with
blood. The truck was trying to stay long enough, and it was
enough time to make the pitiful remains, most recently, former
ordinary human being into something absolutely unimaginable. At
the mere sight of this mass of many of the people standing on
the sidewalk, felt strong and persistent urge to vomit. And
some of the literally twisted inside out.
At this time the young man felt the pain. He felt that
each cell of the foreign body, all the sensations which he
perceived as their own, exploded from the inside, loaded him
into the abyss of terrible pain, from which mutnel mind. But
that the most interesting and original, it still retained the
ability to normally think and feel, though, and would give
anything for it to permanently lose it, because the pain was
seen all too real. Though it was cut to pieces alive, but,
rather, do not even cut, and slowly cuts or simply torn ...
Does torture lasted forever, or only a few seconds, the young
man was difficult to determine. And all the pain intensified
and strengthened, slowly but surely reaching its climax, who
reigned for something completely driven ordinary human
feelings. She filled it completely, and after a while the young
man was not able to perceive anything except for her - a huge
and comprehensive. He has to feel all up the very end,
continuously being in full consciousness. And at some point it
seemed to him that he has grasped the essence of pain. Real
pain, not to its pale hue, with which man encountered in
everyday life, thinking that this is the limit. Pain, this
nightmare was the quintessence of all the suffering that the
young man brought to different people for all its full of evil,
violence and killing lives. That is, he also felt for himself
what had to feel all of his victims in the aggregate.
But suddenly, the pain disappeared, leaving behind no trace
a very recent presence. It happened quickly and dramatically.
Quickly and dramatically the young man found his see. In
Basically, this gift is not enough that he gave, so as to
determine their current location seemed to him an almost
impossible task. And the first thing he was able to perceive
and understand with some precision, it is foggy. Dirty-gray and
very dense fog. Strictly speaking, the ability to see the
outside world was lost because of fog that covered her veil all
around. The young man understood that it was on a hard surface
(it even made two timid steps forward to make sure of that), and
seen towering in the distance, still not very clear, the trees.
He immediately decided not to go into too much detail. The main
thing - it's no pain, which returned the young man feared more
than anything else. Once having experienced a strong (and
sometimes very strong) is greater than any in his place would
have been willing to do anything, but does not prevent the
recurrence of pain. Every nerve man keeps the memory of pain
that once tormented him. And this memory is sometimes able to
bring its owner to the extreme. Not for nothing is known, which
is really unbearable pain can deprive a person of any human
remains, turning it into a wild animal that move only primitive
instincts, not burdened by the usual reason, inherent in
people.
The young man tried to pass a few more steps forward,
internally every minute expecting some trick. But it was
normal. Clearly stood around the forest, a young man, probably
was at a small clearing. But relax he still could not.
Presumably, the specificity situation. A young man once asked
himself the question: "Is not I died? Maybe this is the end of
all suffering? "- But then rejects any incoming reply to him,
knowing that to know the truth, it seems, has not yet succeed.
But I must say, for a long time He did not have to wait. No
sooner had he come a little forward and closer to the trees,
hiding in the fog, when suddenly from behind him came a rather
loud crackling branches, broken cheyto brutal foot ... ... The
young man turned sharply back. No one. Only mist. And then on
his shoulder laid a hand vynyrnuvshaya out of the mist, as if
snake. That, of course, screamed and froze in place, paralyzed
struck at him with horror.
- Do not be afraid, - said the owner of that hand. - While
I you do not see any threat. - The voice of a stranger
was low, but surprisingly pleasant.
- Who are you? - Fearfully asked the young man before he saw
standing before him.
- I do - your destiny - said in response to a stranger and
walked out fog. He was a tall man, about fifty-fifty-five.
Blue-black hair was pulled neatly locks up,
baring low and a rather large forehead. Cold-blue eyes, the
stranger seemed to emit their own inner light. Their
polunasmeshlivy, semi-serious look was directed at the young
man.
- I do - your destiny - repeated the stranger, and added: I'm
afraid that is not the most pleasant.
- What do you do to me? - Screamed the young man, stepping
back.
- Explain what is good or bad, - replied the stranger, and
His tone of more or less peaceful joined threatening. - What
there is good and what is evil. What you can do and what not to.
The last words he almost shouted. Then raised his right hand
and touched her forehead to the young man before he had time to
jump to the side. Consciousness momentarily left him, and he
completely shut down ...
As such, the new state of vision in the young man continued
to work as usual. Just disappeared all the previous situation,
and he was transported to another place. Lighting here was not
much better than in a forest glade, moreover, it was electric.
The young man was on rails. They stretched forward at all
visible to the human eye distance. And as it turned out, the
back was the same picture. These rails were enclosed in a
semi-circular brick tunnel. Lighting also created several
lights attached on both sides of the vaults tunnel. Silence
reigned, not prolonged, however, for a long period of time.
Indeed, as already mentioned, the young man was on rails. And
he did not have to have special intelligence and imagination to
understand what happens further. It is quite clear that further
appeared that usually moves on rails. Train. A real train. Just
do not quite normal, given its unique appearance. Conventional
trains are made of metal. The same has been made of bones. More
precisely, no bones, human skulls ...
And here the young man's mind for the first time began to
give strong glitches. Sheer enormity of unreality and going
from the start caused him simply unimaginable horror, and then
something finally and irrevocably pushed in fatally tormented
mind ...
[To be continued].
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