pzb.drawingblood-第72章
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he was able to make out rows of seats around him； slumped bodies and nodding heads； bloody images flickering across a wide screen。 A movie theater。
The film appeared to be a posite of any number of works by Italian splatter film directors； but with an all…male； homosexual cast； set to a screeching saxophone soundtrack。 A boy carefully rolled a condom onto another's erect penis； raised a pair of huge gleaming scissors and snipped the whole thing off； then pressed his mouth to the raw hole and drank the fountaining blood。 A white man masturbated over a prostrate black man； ejaculated a pearly stream of maggots into the straining； glistening ebony back。
Zach saw that most of the other filmgoers were seated in pairs。 Here and there a head bobbed gently in a lap； half…concealed by a dirty overcoat。 Zach watched the movie for a few more minutes。 Just as he was starting to get interested； someone slid into the aisle seat next to him and put a warm hand on his leg。
He turned with a well…rehearsed fuck off on his lips。 This was a situation he'd encountered at the movies ever since he could remember； and he wasn't enough of a slut to let some anonymous pervert jack him off； hardly ever。
But instead of letting the words fly； Zach just stared。 The person sitting beside him was Calvin。
The guitarist wore a charcoal suit with a black turtleneck sweater underneath。 His gaunt grinning face seemed to float on the gloom of the theater。 His blond hair was slicked back； giving him a vulpine look。 The pressure of his fingers increased。 He leaned over to whisper； and his lips brushed Zach's ear。 〃Do you want this as bad as I do？〃
No； I just want Trevor； thought Zach。 He opened his mouth to say so； and what came out was 〃Hell； yes。〃 Then Calvin's mouth was attacking Zach's； Calvin's hand was sliding up to his crotch； tugging at his zipper； freeing his eager； treacherous dick。 Calvin's fingers squeezed and stroked him expertly。 Zach wrapped his arms around Calvin's neck and kissed back hard。 Their tongues exchanged molten secrets。
This was all we ever wanted from each other anyway； Zach thought； a down…and…dirty； no…strings…attached fuck。 What was so wrong with that？ He couldn't remember why they had stopped the first time。
The skin of his balls was tightening； his dick aching and throbbing。 Zach broke the kiss and gasped for breath。 Over Calvin's shoulder he caught a glimpse of the movie screen。 A hand was sliding up and down the shaft of a penis he recognized as his own。 The camera panned back until he could see a tangle of naked limbs； including an arm whose biceps was tattooed with a little cartoon character Zach could just make out as Krazy Kat。 He guessed Mr。 Natural hadn't been invented yet in this universe。 Well； he thought incoherently； Krazy Kat was a fag。
The camera zoomed back in on the hand。 Its quickening rhythm matched Calvin's。 Zach felt himself getting ready to let go hard。 The screen filled with glistening purple flesh； huge slippery fingers。 Then e was pulsing from the enormous lips of the movie penis； and from his own aching dick as well。
But Zach saw only what was happening onscreen。 The e made a deadly rainbow arc in the air； landed on the hand； and began to dissolve the skin。 Tiny holes appeared where it hit； sizzling and spreading； reducing the layers of flesh and muscle to blackened lace。 The matter dripped off the framework of the bones； oozed down the shaft of the penis。 Still the huge skeletal fingers stroked。 And still Calvin's hand moved in his lap。
Calvin leaned in for another kiss and Zach saw his face； no longer just gaunt but emaciated。 Zach shrank back against the seat as Calvin's skin blossomed with purple lesions like the ones he had seen on his own face in the bathroom mirror。 Calvin's tongue was a dead dry sponge thrusting between his lips； questing toward Zach's mouth； seeking moisture。
Then it wasn't Calvin at all； it was the clerk from the convenience store in Mississippi。 Leaf。 Those elegant cheekbones were hideously exaggerated now； those honey…colored eyes were like chips of topaz set in a ruined mosaic。 His lips twitched as he leaned toward Zach。 He stroked Zach's thigh with a disintegrating hand。
〃Oh；〃 he whispered； 〃just e over here and let's fuck 。 。 。〃
Then he was the person before that。 And then he was the person before that。 And then she was the person before that。 And they just kept changing； and they just got worse 。 。 。
Zach shoved himself out of his seat and stumbled backward down the row。 He tripped over a tangle of feet and turned to apologize； but the pair of faces that tilted up to him were blotched with purple； horribly withered。 He saw his lover pushing itself up； supporting itself on the seat backs； making its way slowly toward him。 Above the blaring soundtrack Zach heard labored breathing； dry； painful coughing。 All over the theater other figures were beginning to stir； to rise。
Zach turned and ran。 He vaulted over the tangled legs； sprinted up the aisle； and burst out into the lobby。 A set of glass doors led out onto the street。 At the last second before he grasped the handle； Zach knew they would be locked。 He would be trapped here in the lobby with the zombies ing for him； and when they got him they would smear him across the glass like a crushed strawberry。 He had seen enough movies to know what happened when the zombies got you。
But the doors weren't locked； and Zach slammed through them at high speed。 On the far side of the street； pausing to push his glasses up and catch his breath； he glanced across at the theater。 Its facade was lavishly decorated in art deco tiles and marble； deep crimson； jade green； jet black。 The marquee was wrought of fluted； gleaming chrome like a 1930s dream of the future。 On its sign was spelled out…in red block letters a foot high…THE GARDEN OF EARTHLY DELIGHTS。
〃Cute；〃 he snarled； and started walking fast； looking behind him every half block or so。 The street remained empty。 He guessed the zombies were quarantined in the theater。
Zach held his hands up in front of his face and stared at the palms。 The lines in them were dark pink； healthy…looking enough though slightly damp with sweat。 He had always heard that if you were really sick； the lines in your palms turned gray。
But he felt fine。 Was the place trying to scare him with its rotting mirror images and its wank…house zombies？ Or was it trying to warn him of something？
If he ever got out of here； Zach decided； he was going straight to the nearest health clinic and getting a blood test。 He didn't want one； but he thought maybe it was time to start considering things other than what he wanted。
Soon he was far from the theater。 The deserted streets felt half…familiar。 This place wasn't New Orleans； but Zach thought New Orleans had been used to flavor it like a spice。 He could see it in the gas lamps on the corners； the high curbs； even a cast…iron balcony or a gate leading into a shadowy courtyard here and there。 The night air was cool on his face； though it smelled nothing like the alcoholic haze of the French Quarter。 The odor here was more like Toxic Alley； the poisonous stretch of the Mississippi River between New Orleans and Baton Rouge； a faint ghost of chemicals and burning oil。
He saw a fountain bubbling fitfully in a tiny concrete park and stopped to rest。 The fountain struck him as odd； and after a moment Zach realized why： there were no coins on the bottom； not even pennies。 He had never seen a public fountain without pennies on the bottom。 Instead there seemed to be a few small faceted jewels； so translucent in the clear water that Zach could hardly be sure they were there at all。
Well； you're in a hallucination now； he thought。 And it isn't even your own。 Better get used to seeing some weird shit。
He stared at his feet and suddenly registered that they were clad in shoes he'd never seen before； two…toned wingtip loafers polished within an inch of their lives。 For the first time he thought to check out the rest of his outfit。
Some kind of suit； he'd thought in the theater。 But what a suit！ It was woven from nubbly…textured cloth of the palest shell pink； cut loose and b
