The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove Chapter 22~23

twenty-twoTheoThe w whollys of mollies trailer were plastered with plastic film posters. He stood in the middle of the life conviction room among the scattered videotapes, magazines, and junk mail and slowly sullen. It was her, molly. She hadnt been lying forevery this period. Most of the posters were in foreign languages, save ein truth one feature a younger molly in various states of undress, holding weapons or fighting pauperization out bad guys, her hair flying in the wind, a nuked-out city or a desert littered with hu troops skulls and blow out cars in the back finisground.The adolescent male part of Theo, the part that every populace tries to bury more thanover carries to his grave, reared up. She was a movie star. A hot movie star And he knew her, had in detail lay out handcuffs on her. If thither was only a locker room, a street corner, or a second-period study hall where he could brag astir(predicate) it to his friends. barely he didnt really encount er any friends, except for Gabe whitethornbe, and Gabe was a grown-up. The lewd moment passed and Theo felt guilty around the way he had tough Molly patronizing her and condescending to her the way many people siturated-boiled him when he tried to be approximately(a)thing besides a pothead and puppet.He kneeled wipe out to a bookshelf filled with videotapes, found one labeled KENDRA WARRIOR BABE OF THE pop outLAND (ENGLISH), and slipped it into the VCR and turned on the television. thus he turned collide with the lights, place his guns on the coffee table, and do waste on Mollys vomit up to anticipate. He watched as the Crazy Lady of true pine Cove participationd mutants and keystone Pirates for half an hour onward he drifted off to sleep. His mind essential a deeper escape from his problems than the movie could provide.Hi, Theo.He came awake startled. The movie was assuage casting a flickering light all over the room, so he couldnt have been sleeping that lo ng. She stood in the doorway, half in shadow, expression very much bid the char on the television screen. She held an breach decease at her side.Molly, Ive been waiting for you.Howd you akin it? She nodded toward the television.Loved it. I never realized. I was unspoilt so tiredMolly nodded. I wont be long, I on the nose came to substantiate approximately clean clothes. Youre wel come after to stay here.Theo didnt receipt what to do. It didnt seem alike(p) the time to grab one of the pistols off the table. He felt more embarrassed than threatened.Thanks, he said.Hes the last one, Theo. After him there arent any more of his kind. His time has passed. I work out thats what we have in common. You dont sleep with what it is to be a has-been, do you?I think Im what they send for a never-was.Thats easier. At least youre always looking up the ladder, non mess. Coming win is scarier.How? Why? What is he?Im not sure, a firedrake whitethornbe. Who k at one times? She leaned back against the doorway and sighed. But I digest kinda express what hes in bear witnessection. I make its because Im nuts. Who would have purpose that would come in handy, huh?Dont maintain that about yourself. Youre saner than I am.Molly laughed, and Theo could see her movie-star teeth shine in the light of the television. Youre a neurotic, Theo. A neurotic is someone who thinks something is wrong with him, but everyone else thinks he is normal a psychotic thinks somethings wrong with her. Take a poll of the locals, I think Id come out in the latter(prenominal) category, dont you?Molly, this is really dangerous halt youre messing with.He wont yearn me.Its not mediocre that. You could go to jail fair(a) for having that machine gun, Molly. People are acquiring killed, arent they?In a manner of speaking.Thats what happened to Joseph Leander, and the guys working the drug lab, expert? Your prodigal brother ate them?They were going to hurt you, and Steve was hungry. Seem ed like gravid timing to me.Molly, thats finish offTheo Im nuts. What are they going to do to me?Theo shrugged his shoulders and sit down back on the couch. I dont know what to do.Youre not in a position to do anything right now. Get some rest.Theo cradled his head in his hands. His cell phone, still in the pocket of his flannel shirt, began ringing. I could sure use a scratch right now. on that points some Smurfs of Sanity in the cupboard over the cash in ones chips neuroleptics Dr. Val gave me, antipsychotics theyve done wonders for me.Obviously.Your phone is ringing.Theo pulled out the phone, flipped it unmannerly, hit the answer button and watched as the incoming number ap peared on the disp adjust. It was Sheriff Burtons cell phone number. Theo hit disconnect.Im fucked, Theo said.Molly picked up Theos .357 Magnum from the table, held it on Theo, consequently picked up Joseph Leanders automatic. Ill give these back before I go. Im going to get some clean clothes and som e girlie things out of my bedroom. You be okay here?Yeah, sure. His head was still hung. He spoke into his lap.Youre bumming me out, Theo.Sorry.Molly was gone from the room for only five minutes, in which time Theo tried to get a handle on what had happened. Molly returned with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She was wearing the Kendra costume, com-plete with thigh-high boots. Even in the dim light from the television, Theo could see a ragged scar over her breast. She caught him looking.Ended my career, she said. I bet now they could fix it, but its a little late.Im sorry, Theo said. I think you look beautiful.She smiled and shifted some(prenominal) of the pistols to one hand. Shed contribute the assault rifle by the door and Theo hadnt til now noticed. You ever nip special, Theo?Special?Not like youre better than everyone else, on the nose that youre different in a good way, like it manages a difference that youre on the orbiter? You ever feel that way?I dont know. N o, not really.I had that for a while. Even though they were cheesy B movies and even though I had to do some humiliating things to get into them, I felt special, Theo. Then it went away. Well, now I feel that way again. Thats wherefore.Why what?You asked me why before. Thats why Im going back to Steve.Steve? You call him Steve?He looked like a Steve, Molly said. I have to go. Ill leave your guns in the bed of that red motortruck you stole. Dont try to follow, okay?Theo nodded. Molly, dont let it kill anybody else. Promise me that.Promise to leave us alone?I cant do that.Okay. Take care of yourself. She grabbed the assault rifle, kicked open the door, and stepped out.Theo heard her go down the steps, pause, then come back up. She popped her head in the door. Im sorry you never felt special, Theo, she said.Theo forced a smile. Thanks, Molly.GabeGabe stood in the foyer of Valerie Riordans home, looking at his hiking boots, then the white carpet, then his boots again. Val had gone int o the kitchen to get some fuddle. Skinner was wandering round outside.Gabe sat down on the marble floor, unlaced his boots, then slipped them off. Hed once been into a level-nine clean room at a biotech facility in San Jose, a place where the air was sc stoppagebed and filtered down to the micron and you had to wear a plastic bunny suit with its own air umbilical to neutralise contaminating the specimens. Strangely, hed had a similar printing to the one he was feeling now, which was I am the harbinger of filth. Thank God Theo had made him lavish and change before his date.Val came into the sunken living room carrying a tray with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She looked up at Gabe, who was standing at the edge of the stairs as if ready to wade into molten lava.Well, come on in and have a seat, Val said.Gabe took a tentative step. prim place, he said.Thanks, I still have a lot to do on it. I suppose I should just hire a decorator and have done with it, but I like decision pi eces myself.Right, Gabe said, taking another step. You could play handball in this room if you didnt mind destroying a lot of antiques.Its a cabernet from Wild Horse Vineyard over the hill. I hope you like it. Val poured the wine into stemmed bubble glasses. She took hers and sat down on the velvet couch, then work upd her eyebrows as if to say, Well?Gabe conjugate her at the other end of the couch, then took a tentative drink of the wine. Its nice.For a local cheapie, Val said.An awkward silence passed between them. Val made a show of tasting the wine again, then said, You dont really believe this stuff about a sea lusus naturae, do you, Gabe?Gabe was relieved. She wanted to talk about work. Hed been afraid that she would want to talk about something else anything else and he didnt really know how. Well, there are the tracks, which look very authentic, so if they are fake, whoever did them analyze fossil tracks and replicated them perfectly. Then theres the timing of the rat migration, plus Theo and your patient. Estelle, was it?Val set down her wine. Gabe, I know youre a scientist, and a discovery like this could make you rich and famous, but I just dont believe theres a dinosaur in townspeople.Rich and famous? I hadnt thought about it. I guess there would be some recognition, wouldnt there?Look, Gabe, you deal in challenging facts, but every day I deal with the delusions and constructions of peoples minds. They are just tracks on the ground, probably like that Bigfoot hoax in Washington a few years ago. Theo is a chronic drug user, and Estelle and her boyfriend wolffish are artist types. They all have overactive conceptions.Gabe was put off by her judgment of Theo and the others. He thought for a second, then said, As a biologist, I have a guess about imagination. I think its bonny obvious that misgiving fear of loud noises, fear of heights, the capacity to learn fear is something that weve adapted over the years as a survival mechanism, and s o is imagination. Everyone thinks that it was the with child(p) strong caveman who got the girl, and for the most(prenominal) part, that may have been true, but physical strength doesnt explain how our species cre-ated civilization. I think there was always some scrawny dreamer session at the edge of the firelight, who had the ability to imagine dangers, to look into the future in his imagination and see possibilities, and therefore sur-vived to pass his genes on to the next generation. When the big ape men ended up running off the fall or getting killed while trying to lumber a mas-todon into obligingness with a stick, the dreamer was standing back thinking, Hey, that magnate work, but you invite to run the mastodon off the cliff. And, then hed mate with the women left over after the go-getters got killed.So nerds rule, Val said with a smile. But if fear and imagination make you more highly assumed, then someone with paranoid delusions would be ruling the universe of disc ourse. Val was getting into the theory of it now. How strange to talk to a man who talked about stems, not property and soulfulnessal agendas. Val liked it. A lot.Gabe said, Well, we didnt look out on that by far with Hitler, did we? Evolution takes some missteps sometimes.Big teeth worked pretty well for a while, then they got too big. Mastodons tusks got so large they would focussing the animals neck. And youve probably noticed that there are no saber-toothed cats around anymore.Okay, Ill buy that imagination is an evolutionary leap. But what about falloff? lecture about mental conditions, she couldnt help thinking about what shed done to her patients. Her crimes circled in her mind, trying to get out. Psychiatry is looking more and more at mental conditions from a physical point of view, so that fits. Thats why were treating depres-sion with drugs like Prozac. But what evolutionary purpose is there for depression?Ive been thinking about that since you mentioned it at dinner , Gabe said. He drained his wineglass and moved closer to her on the couch, as if by being closer, she would share in his excitement. He was in his fragment now. A lot of animals besides humans get depressed. higher(prenominal) mammals like dolphins and whales can die from it, but even rats seem to get the Blues. I cant figure out what purpose it serves. But in humans it mogul be like nearsightedness civilization has protected a biologic weakness that would have been weeded out by natural dangers or predators.Predators? How?I dont know. Depression mogul slow the prey down, make it react slight quickly to danger. Who knows?So a predator might actually evolve that preyed on depressed animals? Right and its me, Val thought. If I havent been preying on depressed people, what have I been doing? She suddenly felt ashamed of her home, of the pure materialism of it. here was an incredibly bright man who was concerned with the pure pursuit of knowledge, and she had interchange her int egrity for some antiques and a Mercedes.Gabe poured himself another glass of wine and sat back now, thinking as he spoke. Interesting idea. I suppose there could be some sort of chemical or behavioral stimulus that would trigger preying on the depressed. Low serotonin levels tend to raise libido, right? At least temporarily?Yes, Val said. Thats why the entire town has turned into horndogs, she thought.Therefore, Gabe continued, youd have more animals mating and passing on the depression gene. Nature tends to evolve mechanisms to remain in balance. A predator or a disease would naturally evolve to keep the depressed commonwealth down. Interesting, Ive been feeling especially horny lately, I wonder if Im depressed. Gabes eyes snapped open wide and he looked at Val with the full-blown terror of what he had just said. He gulped his wine, then said, Im sorry, IVal couldnt stand it anymore. Gabes faux pas opened the gate, and she stepped through it. Gabe, we have to talk.Im really sorr y, I didnt mean toShe grabbed his arm to stop him. No, I have to tell you something.Gabe braced himself for the worst. Hed fallen out of the lofty world of theory into the awkward, gritty world of first dates, and she was going to drop the Dont get the wrong idea bomb on him.She gripped his arm and her nails dug into his bicep hard enough to make him wince.She said, A little over a month ago, I took almost a third of the people in pine tree Cove off antidepressants.Huh? That wasnt at all what hed expected. My God, why?Because of Bess Leanders suicide. Or what I thought was her suicide. I was just going through the motions in my practice. Writing prescriptions and pile up fees. She explained about her arrangement with Winston Krauss and how the pharmacist had refused to put everyone back on the drugs. When she finished, to wait for his judgment, there were tears welling up in her eyes.He put his fortify around her tentatively, hoping it was the right thing to do. Why tell me this? She melted against his chest. Because I trust you and because I have to tell someone and because I necessitate to figure out what to do. I dont want to go to jail, Gabe. perhaps all my patients didnt need to be on antidepressants, but a lot of them did. She sobbed on his shoulder and he began to stroke her hair, then pushed up her chin and kissed her tears.Itll be okay. It entrust.She looked up into his eyes, as if looking for a hint of disdain, then not finding it, she kissed him hard and pulled him on top of her on the couch.A Higher PowerAnd they worshipped the dragon which gave power unto the beast and they worshipped the beast, saying, Who is like unto the beast? Revelation 134Twenty-threeSteveWhat horrors can a dragon dream? A instrument who has, in his own way, govern the planet for millions of years, a creature for whom the mingy man mammals have create temples, a creature who has known no predator but time what could he possibly dream that would frighten him? Call it the knowing? beneath a stand of oak trees, sexually satisfied and with a bellyful of drug dealers, the dragon dreamed a vision of time past. The eternal now that he had always known suddenly had history. In the dream he saw himself as a larva, tucked into the protective pouch nether his mothers tongue until it was safe to venture out under her watchful eye. He saw the hunting and the mating, the forms he had learned to mimic as his quicksilver(prenominal) DNA evolved not through generations, but through regeneration of cells. He saw the mates he had eaten, the three young he had borne as a female, the last killed by a warmblood who sang the Blues. He remembered the chan-ging, not so long ago, from female to male, and he remembered all of it in celluloids, not in mere instinctual patterns and conditioned responses.He saw these pictures in the dream, brought on by the strange mating with the warmblood, and he wondered why. For the first time in his five thousand years, he asked, Wh y? And the dream answered with a picture of all the oceans and swamps, the rivers and bogs and trenches and mountains beneath the sea, and they were all empty of his kind. As sure as if he were floating through the cold black at the end of the universe, where light gives up hope and time chases its tail until it dies from exhaustion, he was alone. awaken does that to some guys.ValOh my God, the rat brains Gabe shouted.It was a different response to lovemaking. Val wasnt sure that she might not be hurt, feeling vulnerable as she was, with her knees in the neighbourhood of her ears, a biologist on top of her, and her panty hose motion off one foot like a tattered battle flag.Gabe collapsed into her arms and she looked over his shoulder to the coffee table to check that they hadnt kicked the wineglasses off onto the carpet.Are you okay? she asked, a little breathless.Im sorry, but I just realized whats going on with this creature.Thats what you were thinking about? Yes, her feelings w ere definitely hurt.No, not during. It came to me in a flash right after. Somehow the creature can attract mammals with lower than normal serotonin levels. And youve got, what, a third of the state running around in antidepressant withdrawal?She was pissed now, not hurt. She dumped him off her onto the floor, stood up, pulled her skirt down, and stepped away. He scrambled into his pants and looked around for his shirt, which lay in shreds behind the couch.He had a tan that ended at the neckline and just below the shoulders the rest of him was milk white. He looked up at her from the gap between the couch and the coffee table with a appeal in his eyes, as if he were looking up from a coffin in which he was about to be buried alive.Sorry, he said.He wasnt looking her in the eye, and Val suddenly realized that he was talking to her open breasts. She pulled her blouse closed, and a battery of insults rose in her mind, ready to be fired, but all of them were mean-spirited and would s erve to do nothing but make them both feel ashamed. He was who he was, and he was sound and real, and she knew that he hadnt meant to hurt her. So she cried. Thinking, Great, crying is what got me into this in the first place.She plopped down on the couch with her face in her hands. Gabe moved to her side and put his arm around her. Im really sorry. Im not very good at this sort of thing.Youre fine. Its just too much.I should go. He started to stand.She caught his arm in a finale grip. You go and Ill hunt you down and kill you like a fanatic dog.Ill stay.No go, she said. I understand.Okay, Ill go.Dont you dare. She threw her arms around him and kissed him hard, pulling him back down onto the couch, and within seconds they were all over each other again.Thats it, she thought, no more crying. Its the crying that does it. This guy is aroused by my pain.But soon they lay in a panting sweaty pile on the floor and the idea of crying was light-years away.And this time Gabe said, That wa s wonderful.Val noticed a wineglass overturned by her head, a cabernet foulness bleeding over the carpet. Is it salt or club pop music?Gabe pulled away far enough to look into her eyes and saw that she was looking at the stained carpet. Salt and cold water, I think. Or is that blood? A drop of sweat dripped off his forehead onto her lips.She looked at him. You werent thinking about that creature that doesnt exist, were you?Just you.She smiled. Really?And a weed-whacker, for some reason.Youre kidding.Uh, yes, Im kidding. I was only thinking of you.So you dont think Im a horrible person for what Ive done?You were trying to do what you thought was right. How could that be horrible?I feel horrible.Its been a long time. Im out of practice.No, not about this. intimately my patients. You really think something could be preying on them?Its just a theory. There may not even be a creature.But what if there is? Shouldnt we call the National Guard or something?I was thinking of call Theo.Th eo isnt even a real cop.He deserves to know.They lay there in silence for a few minutes, staring(a) at the spreading stain on the carpet, feeling the sweat run down their ribs, and listening to the beat of each others hearts.Gabe? Val whispered.Yes.Maybe we should go to couples counseling.Should we get dressed first?You were heartrending about the weed-whacker, werent you?I dont know where that image came from.Theres supposed to be a good couples guy in San Junipero, unless youd rather go to a woman counselor.I thought we were going to call the National Guard.Only if it comes to that, Val said. Thinking, When we tell the shrink about this, Im leaving out the part about the wine spilling.TheoIs there anything more irritating than people who have just been laid? Especially when you have not. Not for a long time.Oh, it was obvious as soon as they came through Mollys front door, waking Theo for the second time that night Gabes grin looking like the oversized grill on an old Chrysler, Val Riordan wearing jeans and almost no makeup the both of them empty-headed and giggling and blushing like children. Theo wanted to puke. He was happy for them, but he wanted to puke.What? Theo said.Gabe was obviously amped and trying not to show it. He put his hands in his pockets to keep from waving them around. I he looked at Val and smiled we think that this creature, if it exists, may be attracted to prey with low serum serotonin levels.Gabe bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited for his statement to sink in. Theo sat there, staring at him, with no discernible change in expres-sion from the weariness hed gaunt since they came through the door. He guessed that he was supposed to say something now.Molly was here, Theo said. The creature exists. It ate Mikey Plotznik, and Joseph Leander, and who knows who else? She said its a dragon.Gabes grin dropped. Thats great. I mean, thats horrible, but its great from a scientific point of view. I have another theory about this s pecies. I think it has some specialized mechanism to meet its prey. Have you been horny lately?Theres no need to be arrogant, Gabe. Im happy you two had a good time, but theres no need to rub it in.No no, you dont get it. Gabe went on to explain about Val Riordans decision to take her patients off antidepressants and how the lowering of serotonin levels could lead to increased libido. So Pine Cove has been full of horny people.Right, Theo said. And I still cant get a date.Val Riordan laughed and Theo glared at her. Gabe said, The rats I found alive near this trailer, where we think the creature might have been, were mating when I found them. There are some species of carnivorous plants that give off a sex pheromone that attracts their prey. In some species, the behavior of the male a display, a dance, a scent will stimulate the ovaries in the female of the species without any physical contact. I think thats whats happened to us.Our ovaries are being stimulated? Theo rubbed sleep from his eyes. I gotta be honest with you, Gabe. Im not feeling it.Val turned to Gabe. Thats not very romantic.Its incredibly exciting. This may be the most elegant predator that the world has ever seen.Theo move his head. I have no home, no job, no car, theres probably a warrant out for my arrest, and you want me to be excited over the fact that we have a monster in town that makes you horny so he can eat you? Sorry, Gabe, Im missing the positive side of this.Val chimed in, It may be the reason that youve been able to quit smoking pot so easily.Pardon me? Easily? Theo wanted to jump off the couch and bitch-slap them both.Were you ever able to go this long before?She could be right, Theo, Gabe said. If this thing feigns serotonin, it could affect other neurotransmitters.Oh good, Theo said. Lets open a detox clinic. Well feed half of the patients to the monster and the other half will recover. I cant wait.Theres no need to be sarcastic, Gabe said. Were just trying to help.Help? He lp with what? Bar fight? I can handle it. Skateboard theft? Im on it. But my legality enforcement experience hasnt prepared me for dealing with this.Thats true, Gabe, Val said. Theos little more than a rent-a-cop. Maybe we should call the sheriff or the FBI or the National Guard.And tell them what? Theo asked. Rent-a-cop? Im not even that now, he thought.He has a point. Gabe said. We havent seen anything.That old Blues singer has, Val said.Theo nodded. We need to find him. Maybe hellHes living with Estelle Boyet, Val said. I have her address in my office.