Misery(103)

"Here!" Paul Sheldon cried deliriously. "Here, in here, please, I'm in here!"

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There was yet another novelistic roundness in this denouement: they were the same two cops who had come the other day to question Annie about Kushner, David and Goliath. Only tonight David's sport-coat was not only unbuttoned, his gun was out. David turned out to be Wicks. Goliath was McKnight. They had come with a search warrant. When they finally broke into the house in answer to the frenzied screams coming from the parlor, they found a man who looked like a nightmare sprung to life.

"There was a book I read when I was in high school," Wicks told his wife early the next morning. "Count of Monte Cristo, I think, or maybe it was The Prisoner of Zenda. Anyway, there was a guy in that book who'd spent forty years in solitary confinement. He hadn't seen anybody in forty years. That's what this guy looked like." Wicks paused for a moment, wanting to better express how it had been, the conflicting emotions he had felt - horror and pity and sorrow and disgust - most of all wonder that a man who looked this bad should still be alive. He could not find the words. "When he saw us, he started to cry," he said, and finally added: "He kept calling me David. I don't know why."

"Maybe you look like somebody he knew," she said.

"Maybe so."

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Paul's skin was gray, his body rack-thin. He huddled by the occasional table, shivering all over, staring at them with rolling eyes.

"Who - " McKnight began.

"Goddess," the scrawny man on the floor interrupted. He licked his lips. "You have to watch out for her. Bedroom. That's where she kept me. Pet writer. Bedroom. She's there."

"Annie Wilkes?" Wicks. "In that bedroom?" He nodded toward the hall.

"Yes. Yes. Locked in. But of course. There's a window."

"Who - " McKnight began a second time.

"Christ, can't you see?" Wicks asked. "It's the guy Kushner was looking for. The writer. I can't remember his name, but it's him."

"Thank God," the scrawny man said.

"What?" Wicks bent toward him, frowning.

"Thank God you can't remember my name."

"I'm not tracking you, buddy."

"It's all right. Never mind. Just... you have to be careful. I think she's dead. But be careful. If she's still alive... dangerous... like a rattlesnake." With tremendous effort he moved his twisted left leg directly into the beam of McKnight's flashlight. "Cut off my foot. Axe." They stared at the place where his foot wasn't for long long seconds and then McKnight whispered: "Good Christ."

"Come on," Wicks said. He drew his gun and the two of them started slowly down the hall to Paul's closed bedroom door.

"Watch out for her!" Paul shrieked in his cracked and broken voice. "Be careful!" They unlocked the door and went in. Paul pulled himself against the wall and leaned his head back, eyes closed. He was cold. He couldn't stop shivering. They would scream or she would scream. There might be a scuffle. There might be shots. He tried to prepare his mind for either. Time passed, and it seemed to be a very long time indeed.

At last he heard booted feet coming back down the hall. He opened his eyes. It was Wicks.

"She was dead," Paul said. "I knew it - the real part of my mind did - but I can still hardly be - " Wicks said: "There's blood and broken glass and charred paper in there... but there's no one in that room at all." Paul Sheldon looked at Wicks, and then he began to scream. He was still screaming when he fainted.

Part IV Goddess

Chapter 1

"You will be visited by a tall, dark stranger," the gipsy woman told Misery, and Misery, startled, realized two things at once: this was no gipsy, and the two of them were no longer alone in the tent. She could smell Gwendolyn Chastain's perfume in the moment before the madwoman's hands closed around her throat.

"In fact," the gipsy who was not a gipsy observed, "I think she is here now." Misery tried to scream, but could no longer even breathe.

- Misery's Child

"It always look dat way, Boss Ian," Hezekiah said. "No matter how you look at her, she seem like she be lookin" at you. I doan know if it be true, but the Bourkas, dey say even when you get behin" her, the goddess, she seem to be lookin" at you."

"But she is, after all, only a piece of stone," Ian remonstrated.

"Yes, Boss Ian," Hezekiah agreed. "Dat what give her her powah."

- Misery's Return

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umber whunnnn

yerrrnnn umber whunnnn

fayunnnn

These sounds: even in the haze.

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Now I must rinse she said, and this is how it rinses out:

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None after Wicks and McKnight carried him from Annie's house on a makeshift litter, Paul Sheldon was dividing his time between Doctors Hospital in Queens and a new apartment on the East Side of Manhattan. His legs had been re-broken. His left was still in a cast from the knee down. He would walk with a limp for the rest of his life the doctors told him, but he would walk, and eventually he would walk without pain. His limp would have been deeper and more pronounced if he had been walking on his own foot instead of a custom-made prosthesis. In an ironic sort of way, Annie had done him a favor.