Emerson didn't react at all. He kept feeding, his face buried in the mid-section of the now silent nurse like a vulture looking for entrails. Pankiewicz noticed her, however. He turned around, still on all fours on the stained hospital floor, and stared at her. Only his eyes were visible. The rest of his face was dripping gore.
He stumped toward her on his knees, his head drifting to one side. He moved slowly, so slowly but she couldn't stop shaking with fear, couldn't get up. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see her own death creeping ever closer.
She could still see him.
Maybe' maybe seeing was the wrong word, more like she could sense him, maybe the hairs on the back of her neck were shivering'maybe it was just like the phosphor afterimage you saw when you looked at a bright light and then closed your eyes but' she saw' right through him, saw the inside of him. A kind of x-ray vision. She saw a darkness in him, a roiling cloud of dulled energy that fumed away like fog coming off of dry ice. It filled his shape, made him a figure of shadowy smoke floating on a background of pure white.
What the hell? She glanced over at Emerson and the nurse. The other cop had undergone the same transformation, his body rendered into a boiling silhouette of hazy dimness that sizzled and spat. Nilla saw the nurse, too but not the same way. The nurse's energy oozed from her and run away across the floor in wide rivulets. It wasn't dark, either, but a beautiful radiant gold that shimmered and gleamed and dazzled Nilla's eyes so she almost had to look away. She didn't want to, though: in this perspective the nurse had been transformed into a thing of almost perfect beauty. Nilla wanted to get closer, to touch the dead woman. To bask in that warm effusion of light. To drink of it. To consume it.
She realized she was salivating. She quickly looked down at her own hands, needing to know. Somehow she wasn't surprised to see darkness there, filling the shapes of her fingers, swirling madly in her palms. She looked up at Pankiewicz again and showed him her hands.
No words passed between them. She was pretty sure the policeman would not have understood if she spoke to him. Still, a kind of communion was possible. He could see her dark energy as well as she could see his, she knew that without questioning how she knew it. They shared an awareness. She sensed his mood, his hunger, his confusion. He moved closer to her, half a step, but then sat back on his haunches. He radiated indifference at her. Irrelevance. She was neither food nor threat. He turned around and headed back to the corpse of the nurse.
Nilla sat very still, holding her head with both hands, and watched as they feasted. She saw the moment when the nurse's energy changed, the golden fullness dimming out like a dying candle, shifting through a last flaring shade of blue. Her flame went out and dark smoke billowed up inside her.
The horribly mutilated woman sat up with a wet tearing noise as she unstuck herself from the floor tiles. She looked around for a minute and then pushed the two policemen away. They had lost interest in her the moment her energy changed anyway. Rising on legs of slaughtered meat and gnawed bone the nurse slumped against a wall and started walking, leaning against the wall for support, dragging a blood stain along the plaster. The cops followed close behind. Where they were headed Nilla didn't know. She didn't get up to follow them.
Instead--reluctantly, afraid of what she would discover, but needing to find out anyway, she circled one hand with the fingers of the other and pressed her index finger against the vein in her wrist, trying to find a pulse.
Monster Nation
Chapter Nine
'He's crawling toward me' no, on his arms, his legs don't seem to work anymore, listen, I don't have time'oh my God'his eyes'his eyes'please! Please tell them to hurry!' [911 Emergency Response System call,Gabbs,NV , 3/20/05]