The Von Bucati Mansion
Part Five: Gravenhurst
By Dan Watt with Joyce Montyro
Author of the books Brackish, Queen of Caelum, Sylvia, and Lucy and the Snivel Chair. Available from Amazon.com
In one of the Crank movies Jason Statham’s character grabs a dismembered hand attached to a gun and uses it. That scene is meant to be so bizarre that it’s funny.
(Part Five: The Von Bucati Mansion)
“Don’t kill him, my love,” I hear Michelle say as I grab the handle of the front door.
IT WON’T OPEN! Not to worry, I have the skeleton key. Geezus I dropped it! Stop shaking! Bob will win the fight; he’s always exercising and eating right. It’s in!
NO! NO! NO! NO! WHY IS ONURIS OUTSIDE THE DOOR?
He’s smaller than me and weirdly built so I’ll just shove him out of my way. He’s smiling at me out of both sides of his mouth.
“Charles!” He says in that echoing voice that sounds both male and female. He just stepped forward is embracing me. “You finally came!”
I don’t want to touch him but I have to go. I’m pushing him aside but he’s not letting go. HE’S PICKING ME UP AND CARRYING ME BACK INSIDE!
“Hi Michelle,” I say in a squeaky voice. That eye inside her head. It looks like mine, like-like Elizabeth’s. “Elizabeth?”
“The flavour I chose for now is strawberry, Charles. Come meet my husband. While you and I could be very distant cousins I doubt you have any of his blood. Sar, meet the newest member of the family.”
The giant grins down at me and I fall to my knees weeping. “I don’t want to die! I did nothing wrong!” WHY WON’T THEY LISTEN TO ME!
He’s patting me on the head, as though I’m a small child, and I appreciate that. Now he’s running his hand over the entire back of my head and resting his fingers and thumb around my neck.
I see Elizabeth in Michelle’s body hugging Onuris. “Oh, my little darling, you are home and safe now. But I need some favours. Can you take out this left eye for me?” Elizabeth looks in my direction. “And get your scalpel ready?”
Onuris’s mouth is over Michelle or Elizabeth’s left eye and he’s sucking. All I can think is that I’d like to wake up from this bizarre dream.
Sar’s fingers and thumb tighten around my neck. “Sleep,” his deep, accented voice says.