dk.coldfire-第67节
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〃Never any indication that you were gifted or…〃 〃No； hell； nothing like that。〃
Jim's sudden nervous agitation； betrayed by his restless movement and his trembling hands； convinced Holly that she had touched on a truth。 He had been special in some way； a gifted child。 Now that she had reminded him of it； he saw in that early gift the seeds of the powers that had grown in him。 But he didn't want to face it。 Denial was his shield。
〃What have you just remembered？〃 〃Nothing。〃
〃e on； Jim。〃
〃Nothing； really。〃
She didn't know where to go with that line of questioning； so she could only say； 〃It's true。 You're gifted。 No aliens； only you。〃
Because of whatever he had just remembered and was not willing to share with her； his adamancy had begun to dissolve。 〃I don't know。〃
〃It's true。〃
〃Maybe。〃
〃It's true。 Remember last night when The Friend told us it was a child by the standards of its species？ Well； that's because it is a child； a perpetual child； forever the age at which you created it…ten years old。
Which explains its childlike behavior； its need to brag； its poutiness。
Jim； The Friend didn't behave like a ten…thousand…year…old alien child； it just behaved like a ten…year…old human being。〃
He closed his eyes and leaned back； as if it was exhausting to consider what she was telling him。 But his inner tension remained at a peak； revealed by his hands； which were fisted in his lap。
〃Where are we going； Holly？〃 〃For a little ride。〃 As they passed through the golden fields and hills； she kept up a gentle attack： 〃That's why the manifestation of The Enemy is like a bination of every movie monster that ever frightened a ten…year…old boy。 The thing I caught a glimpse of in my motel…room doorway wasn't a real creature； I see that now。 It didn't have a biological structure that made sense； it wasn't even alien。 It was too familiar； a ten…year…old boy's hodgepodge of boogeymen。〃
He did not respond。
She glanced at him。 〃Jim？〃 His eyes were still closed。
Her heart began to pound。 〃Jim！〃 At the note of alarm in her voice； he sat up straighter and opened his eyes。 〃What？〃 〃For God's sake； don't close your eyes that long。 You might've been asleep； and I wouldn't have realized it until〃 〃You think I can sleep with this on my mind？〃 〃I don't know。 I don't want to take the chance。 Keep your eyes open； okay？ You obviously suppress The Enemy when you're awake； it only es through all the way when you're asleep。〃
In the windshield glass； like a puter readout in a fighter…plane cockpit； words began to appear from left to right； in letters about one inch high： DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD。
Scared but unwilling to show it； she said； 〃To hell with that；〃 and switched on the windshield wipers； as if the threat was dirt that could be scrubbed away。 But the words remained； and Jim stared at them with evident dread。
As they passed a small ranch； the scent of new…mown hay entered with the wind through the windows。
〃Where are we going？〃 he asked again。
〃Exploring。〃
〃Exploring what？〃 〃The past。〃
Distressed； he said； 〃I haven't bought this scenario yet。 I can't。
How the hell can I？ And how can we ever prove it's true or isn't？〃 〃We go to town；〃 she said。 〃We take that tour again； the one you took me on yesterday。 Svenborg…port of mystery and romance。 What a dump。
But it's got something。 You wanted me to see those places； your subconscious was telling me answers can be found in Svenborg。 So let's go find them together。〃
New words appeared under the first six： DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD。
Holly knew that time was running out。 The Enemy wanted through； wanted to gut her； dismember her； leave her in a steaming heap of her own entrails before she had a chance to convince Jim of her theory…and it did not want to wait until Jim was asleep。 She was not certain that he could repress that dark aspect of himself as she pushed him closer to a confrontation with the truth。 His self control might crack； and his benign personalities might sink under the rising dark force。
〃Holly； if I had this bizarre multiple personality； wouldn't I be cured as soon as you explained it to me； wouldn't the scales immediately fall off my eyes？〃 〃No。 You have to believe it before you can hope to deal with it。
Believing that you suffer an abnormal mental condition is the first step toward an understanding of it； and understanding is only the first painful step toward a cure。〃
〃Don't talk at me like a psychiatrist； you're no psychiatrist。〃
He was taking refuge in anger； in that arctic glare； trying to intimidate her as he had tried on previous occasions when he'd not wanted her to get any closer。 Hadn't worked then； wouldn't work now。
Sometimes men could be so dense。
She said； 〃I interviewed a psychiatrist once。〃
〃Oh； terrific； that makes you a qualified therapist。〃
〃Maybe it does。 The psychiatrist I interviewed was crazy as a loon himself； so what does a university degree matter？〃 He took a deep breath and let it out with a shudder。 〃Okay； suppose you're right and somehow we do turn up undeniable proof that I'm crazy as a loon〃 〃You aren't crazy； you're…〃 〃Yeah； yeah； I'm disturbed； troubled； in a psychological box。 Call it whatever you want。
If we find proof somehow…and I can't imagine how then what happens to me？ Maybe I just smile and say； Oh； yes； of course； I made it all up； I was living in a delusion； I'm ever so much better now； let's have lunch。〃 But I don't think so。 I think what happens is。 。 。
I blow apart； into a million pieces。〃
〃I can't promise you that the truth； if we find it； will be any sort of salvation； because so far I think you've found your salvation in fantasy not in truth。 But we can't go on like this because The Enemy resents me； and sooner or later it'll kill me。 You warned me yourself。〃
He looked at the words on the windshield； and said nothing。 He was running out of arguments； if not resistance。
The words quickly faded； then vanished。
Maybe that was a good sign； an indication of his subconscious acmodation to her theory。 Or maybe The Enemy had decided that she could not be intimidated with threats…and was struggling to burst through and savage her。
She said； 〃When it's killed me； you'll realize it is part of you。
And if you love me； like you told me you did through The Friend last night； then what's that going to do to you？ Isn't that going to destroy the Jim I love？ Isn't that going to leave you with just one personality…the dark one； The Enemy？ I think it's a damned good bet。 So we're talking your survival here as well as mine。 If you want to have a future； then let's dig to the bottom of this。〃
〃Maybe we dig and dig…but there is no bottom。 Then what？〃 〃Then we dig a little deeper。〃
As they were entering town； making the abrupt transition from deadbrown land to tightly grouped pioneer settlement； Holly suddenly said aloud： 〃Robert Vaughn。〃
Jim twitched with surprise； not because she had said something mystifying but because that name made an immediate connection for him。
〃My God；〃 he said； 〃that was the voice。〃
〃The voice of The Friend；〃 she said； glancing at him。 〃So you realized it was familiar； too。〃
Robert Vaughn； the wonderful actor； had been the hero of television's The Man from U。N。C。L。E。 and exquisitely oily villain of countless films。
He possessed one of those voices with such a rich timbre and range that it could be as threatening； or as fatherly and reassuring； as he chose to make it。
〃Robert Vaughn；〃 Holly said。 〃But why？ Why not Orson Welles or Paul Newman or Sean Connery or Fred Flintstone？ It's too quirky a choice not to be meaningful。〃
〃I don't know；〃 Jim said thoughtfully； but he had the unnerving feeling he should know。 The explanation was within his grasp。
Holly said； 〃Do you still think it's an alien？ Wouldn't an alien just manufacture a nondescript voice？ Why would it imitate any one particular actor？〃 〃I saw Robert Vaughn once；〃 Jim said； surprised by a dim memory stirring within him。 〃I mean； not on TV or in the movies； but for real； up close。 A long time ago。〃
〃Where； when？〃 〃I can't。 。 。 it won't。 。 。 won't e to me。〃
Jim felt as if he were standing on a narrow spine of land between two precipices； with safety to neither side。 On the one hand was the life he had been living； filled with torment and despair that he had tried to deny but that had overwhelmed him at times； as when he had taken his spiritual journey on the Harley into the Mojave Desert； looking for a way out even if the way was death。 On the other hand lay an uncertain future that Holly was trying to paint in for him； a future that she insisted was one of hope but which looked to him like chaos and madness。
And the narrow spine on which he stood was crumbling by the minute。
He remembered an exchange they'd had as they lay side by side in his bed two nights ago； before they had made love for the first time。
He'd said； People are always more。 。 。 plex than you figure。
Is that just an observation。 。 。 or a warning？ Warning？ Maybe you 're warning me that you 're not what you seem to be。
After a long pause； he had said； Maybe。
And after her own long pause；
