Serpent's kiss

why he felt this way and he didn't give a damn why he felt this way. He just did.

So even squashing a rat gave Gus considerable pleasure.

He wiped the blood, hair, and flecks of bone off the head of the flashlight-he'd knocked the light out for good this time- and then looked once more at the steps.

Up at the top of them, the dragging sound was still going on.

And so was the occasional flash of amber light.

Gus had no idea what this was. During his first trips to the tower, he'd even wondered if he might not be imagining the amber light, if it might not be some kind of illusion.

But no; now almost every time he came through the vent shaft, he saw the intermittent glow coming down the stairs like a ghost just starting to take shape.

Then, as now, it would be gone.

He went over to the stairs and set one foot on the first step. He could feel his heart begin to race, his body grow sleek and pasty with sweat.

In the now claustrophobic darkness (he often told Dr. Milner that he feared they would someday bury him alive), he raised his eyes to the gloom.

What made the dragging sound?

What caused the amber glow? And then he heard a new noise-a kind of snapping sound, the crack a whip makes when it meets flesh.

And he got scared.

This happened to him every time he came here. He'd just get curious about the tower-and what was up at the top-and then he'd get scared.

Because the one time he'd gone all the way to the top of the tower, Gus had seen what actually happened in the room up there.

It was just a small stone room, with a hole in the wall near the lone, mullioned window. That's where the snake came from. Or maybe it wasn't a snake exactly.

But anyway, it came coiling out of the hole, seeming to go on forever, and it angled across the floor to where the naked woman stood.

Gus couldn't keep his eyes off her.

The only woman he'd ever seen naked was his mother and he'd always felt terrible about that.

This woman was named Sally. She was from the third floor, too. She was the one with the slash marks on her wrists. Sometimes at the table she'd start sobbing and saying, I almost did it; I almost did it, but then the muscle boys in the white uniforms would come and take her back to her room and give her the same sharp quick silver needle they always gave Gus.

But tonight she was up here.

And in the soft moonlight through the window he could see her breasts with the big brown nipples and her tidy little thatch of pubic hair (and Gus wondered what it would be like to touch and lick her down there; exciting, he somehow knew, exciting).

And the snake, its slanted eyes throwing off an almost blinding amber light, was coiling, coiling around her leg and coiling, coiling up her body.

And she threw her head back and began touching herself between the legs and laughing and crying at the same time.

And the snake continued to coil around her body, up around her belly and then around her breasts and then angling up over her chest to where it began to feed into-

Her mouth.

She was swallowing the snake.

And as the serpent worked its way down inside her, Gus could see the amber glow begin to shine through the flesh of her belly.

The stench almost made him throw up.

The stench was horrible. All he could think of was the way dead animals left a long time in the basement always smelled.

And somehow every foot of that snake fitted into her belly, she writhed to the enormous size of it slithering down inside her. All he could think of was a scene he'd seen on TV once when a python had swallowed a small pig, the way the jaws came unhinged so the snake could swallow the animal whole.

And for a brief moment, the radiant glow came not from her belly, but her eyes-her eyes looked just the way the snake's had.

And then even that was gone.

There was just the darkness.

And then she sensed him.

She didn't even look in his direction.

But he knew she'd become aware of him.

Gus went back down the stairs through the gloom to the duct opening. He crawled inside so quickly and carelessly that he cut his hands on the edges of the sheet metal. But he kept moving, moving.

She was somewhere behind him.

He didn't want her to swallow him.

He was horrified of her swallowing him.

Two days later they found Mr. Conrad in the shower. Something had dug both his eyes out and ripped off his penis so that there was just a bloody hole there.

That night they found Sally sitting up in her bed.

She was playing with Mr. Conrad's limp, ragged penis.

There wasn't a trial, just a hearing, after which Sally was put on the third floor where rooms were more like cages and where you were fed through slots in the door and where no matter how hard you screamed or cried they never let you out.

A new director was appointed. Hastings House spent the next three years staging a variety of public relations events. On Christmas Eve, for instance, they had the most docile patients dress up like elves to serve dinner to two hundred orphans. There was a lot of TV coverage.

Gus was eager to tell everybody what he'd seen. Especially the part about how her eyes became just like the snake's and how she'd taken the entire snake inside her. But nobody paid much attention to him, of course.

If he wasn't talking about Sally and the serpent, then he was talking about this nice man he'd once met from Uranus. Somehow, most of Gus's words ran together. About the only other guy who'd believe him was a janitor named Telfair, whom Gus knew had also been to the tower at least a few times.

It wasn't really a date, of course, but it was a sort of pretend date…

From her bedroom window Marie saw Richie's car coming down the driveway and stopping at her apartment complex. Picking up her red jacket, she walked out into the living room where her mother was watching the last of the local news.

'Night, Mom,' Marie said.

Her mother looked up. 'Don't forget this is a school night.'

'I won't.'

'And-' Her mother paused, as if afraid to speak her mind. 'And be careful.'

'I know it's not a good neighbourhood, Mom. That's why I'm always careful.''

Her mother's gaze did not leave Marie's face. 'I don't mean just the neighbourhood. I mean that boy, too.' She hesitated again. 'I don't want to see you just-disappointed over anything.'

I don't want to see you get your heart broken. That's what her mother was really saying. No doubt about that.

Marie leaned over and kissed her mother tenderly on the forehead. Her mother meant well. There was no meanness or mendacity in her heart.

She went to the door, waved goodbye, and went out.

In the hall she saw Mrs. Rubens. The older lady, who always wore the same sparkly rhinestone eyeglasses and the same shade of dire red lipstick, looked her over and whistled. 'You must have a date tonight!'