Sea Sick: A Horror Novel(63)

All those women. Children, too. It turns my stomach to think that I helped save the life of a murdering rapist last night. A sick, child-killing demon. I bet he’ll be proud when he realises he’s been caught. He’ll probably end up as some sort of celebrity. Freddy Krueger in the flesh.

Vicky thought about her own daughter, Heather, and imagined the monster violating and killing her. She thought about all the poor mothers that had been given the news that their children had been ripped apart by a sadistic murder – a predator of innocent flesh.

It’s him who deserves to die. Why should he still breath air when so many are gone because of him?

Vicky felt weary. She was only four hours into her ten hour shift, but it suddenly felt like she hadn’t slept in months. Working in a hospital, Vicky was exposed to the horrors of society on a daily basis, but never before had she been in the presence of such pure, uninhibited evil.

I need to look into the monsters eyes. I need to see what’s there.

Vicky didn’t know what had possessed her, but she had a burning desire to go visit Nigel Moot. She leapt up from her chair and spun around. An orderly entered the room as she left it, but she was too consumed with her own thoughts to say hello.

Out in the corridor she saw that Tom was still sat diligently outside room 7. She managed to smile at him.

“You okay?” he asked her.

She nodded. “Little bit shocked, but I’m okay.”

Tom glanced up at the window of the room behind him. “Are you going to be able to do your job, considering what you know?”

Vicky huffed. “Hey, I still have a duty of care, whatever he may have done. Just make sure you give this guy what he deserves.”

“You can count on it.”

Vicky entered room 7. Suddenly the room she had been in a hundred times felt cloying and oppressive. The room’s occupant lay peacefully in the bed, almost angelic in his vulnerable state. Vicky looked down at the sleeping man’s face and did something she had not expected to do.

She spat.

The sudden impact of her saliva on the man’s cheek jolted him from his unconsciousness. He eyes snapped open and he looked around startled. Vicky’s breath caught in her chest and she stumbled backwards.

Nigel Moot managed to focus his eyes and stared right at her. His eyelids fluttered for a moment and then he said, “She stabbed me. That f*cking whore…she stabbed me!”

Vicky felt anger flush through her body. “That whore? Is that what you call all the woman you rape and murder?”

Nigel’s eyes went wide and he seemed to gather his senses more with each passing second. He seemed panicked, but also, somewhere in his expression was a glimmer of smugness.

He’s looking forward to the opportunity to gloat. He doesn’t regret a thing.

“You’re a monster,” she said.

A slight grin found its way to Nigel’s lips and he said, “You have no idea, sweetheart. Maybe when I’m feeling better I’ll f*ck you, too. Maybe even your daughter if you have one. I like ‘em young.”

Vicky grinned. She had no idea why, but she suddenly felt herself filled with glee. It was the power of the situation. She knew that, despite all of this monster’s posturing, he had beaten.

Until he gets his day in the sun and the Press start giving him all the page space he’s ever wanted. He’s a loser right now in this hospital bed, but once he leaves…

Vicky stepped towards the man’s bed. “I’m just going to check your drip. You’ve been out for almost twenty-four hours and haven’t been able to imbibe liquids directly. You’re on a morphine feed also. That’s why you can’t feel any pain. That’s also the reason why it won’t hurt when I euthanize you like a dog.”

Nigel’s eyes split wide. “What?”

He went to scream out, but Vicky shoved her hand over his mouth. In his weakened state he was unable to fight her off. With her free hand, Vicky turned the valve on the morphine release. She smiled as lethal amounts of the opiate flowed down the IV tube. She stared into Nigel’s eyes as he began to fade, slipping into an embrace that would have felt exactly like sleep.

But the f*cker won’t wake up this time.

Vicky made sure that the last words Nigel Moot heard were hers. She whispered into his ear. “When you get to Hell, it’s going to be you that gets treated like a whore.”

As soon as she was sure he was dead. Vicky left the hospital to go and tell her husband what’s she’d done.





CABIN MATES


“I feel well rough, innit,” said Conner, necking back his first beer of the morning. “We must have drank a brewery last night, man.”

Steve nodded his head, his eyes half closed. “Tell me about it! My head is banging.”

“Well, you know what the best thing to do is,” Mike said. He dug into his luggage and produced a full bottle of tequila. “Hair of the dog, baby!”

Conner grinned wide. “Sound. We need to go get Claire later, though. She’ll probably be sunning herself by now.”

Mike sucked his teeth. “I don’t even know why you brought her along, man. We could be knee-deep in * by now.”

Conner flicked the back of his hand against Mike’s head making his friend wince. “She’s my bird. You just hatin’ ‘cus you ain’t got no fine bitch of your own.”