Page 29 of Dima's Vision
“You want me to fuck you the same way you fucked those little kids, hmmm Massimo? You want to beg and scream and cry like they did?” She pulls her snub nose revolver out, looking at it with affection. “No, actually, I don’t want to hear any excuses out of you, because there aren’t any.”
Kristie taps him twice on the cheek before she grips his face in her hand, squeezing so hard her fingers tips dig into his fleshy cheeks.
“Open wide, Massimo.”
He fights to keep his mouth closed, but it’s no use. Especially when Kristie forces the barrel of her snub nose revolver between his lips.
“Dici addiu, pezzu ’i merda.” She gently squeezes the trigger, the pop of the gun slightly muffled by Massimo’s lips around the muzzle as the back of his head explodes. Kristie braces herself, knowing the whispers are going to hit her at any moment now.
Lights fire behind my eyes and I stumble, my back hitting the wall as my head is filled with whispers, snippets of conversations I was never a part of.
“-her skin clammy as I lick the side of her face, tears running down -”
“- No! Please!” she begs so sweetly as I press her face into the filthy mattress. -”
“- I’ll pay you $50,000 for a little boy if you let me watch -”
“- Maddigan wants to see everything, make sure you do it in front of the camera-”
Bile rises in my stomach and I lean to the side, emptying the contents of my stomach onto the floor as I slide down the wall, my legs giving way.
“Dima! Are you OK?” Kristie comes into view, her hazel eyes huge in her soft face.
Not full of concern, no, full of fucking terror.
“I’m-” I cough. “I’m fine, just, fuck. The whispers.” I grip my head in my hands, eyes tightly shut.
“What did you just say?” Kristie whispers, voice hollow.
“What?” I look up, eyes meeting hers.
“Did you just say whispers?”
I stare at her as the voices in my head dissipate. “I, I heard them. The whispers. The feeling in the pit of my stomach as I heard it all. The filth, the evil.” My voice hoarse, eyes searching hers.
“Shit.” She kneels in front of me, between my legs. “Dima, when you have a vision, how does it feel?”
My brows pull together in confusion. “I feel a throbbing behind my eyes and in the back of my head. My vision goes a little hazy and then I see what the fates show me. Almost like I’m watching a movie.” Her face pales even more. “Kristie,” I start cautiously. “What’s wrong?”
“I think I had a vision,” she whispers. “Earlier, when I was watching Gretchen. The same thing happened. My vision went funny and I got a headache, I thought it was a migraine coming on.”
I sit upright, shuffling forward a little so I can touch her, let the feel of her beneath my hands ground me.
“What did you see?”
“I saw a mansion. Big, white columns. You were standing against one, watching a woman who looked a fuck load like me. But you somehow knew it wasn’t me because your eyes found me across the lawn. You smiled at me and I wanted to smile at you,but over your shoulder, behind you was someone who looked like Maddigan, but, shit, I don’t know how to explain it. It was him, but not him. Like they were wearing a Maddigan mask or something. What does that mean? Is what you see what is going to happen?”
I lean my head back, trying to make sense of this all. I mean, not only did I hear the whispers, but Kristie had a vision. Somehow our gifts have morphed, been shared, fuck I don’t know.
“I had the same vision, but from my perspective. I never saw or felt anyone behind me.” I think back to what I saw, what I felt. “I felt a coldness behind me, maybe it was what you saw?”
She nods, chewing her lip. “OK. OK. So, let’s just accept that us sharing a gift is weird and question that later.” I nod, because there’s a fuck ton to unpack on top of what I just heard. “So, you know what I saw. What did you hear?”
“I heard a lot of shit I wish I didn’t. But more importantly I heard Maddigan’s name mentioned.”
She closes her eyes, dropping her head. “Yeah, I heard it too.”
“What do you want to do? I’ll follow your lead.” I say gently, squeezing her hand in mine,
