"Shaun Hutson - Shadows" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hutson Shaun)

Beneath his palms, the flesh of her abdomen began to undulate in small, almost
imperceptible, movements at first but then stronger, more urgent motions.
A bulge appeared just below her navel, the skin stretching to accommodate the
pressure from within.
Mathias was shaking now, his hands still positioned mere inches from the
woman's stomach. Perspiration sheathed his forehead and face, glistening in
clear droplets on the light hair of his arms.
There was another movement, another undulation, this time an inch or two
above-her pubic mound.
Lucy West made no sound. No movement.
Mathias grunted something unintelligible, his fingers curling inward slightly
as the third bulge began to streich the flesh until it was shiny. And finally,
his eyes swivelled in the sockets until they were glaring down at his own
hands.
At the movement beneath those hands.
His entire body jerked spasmodically, as if someone were pumping thousands of
volts of electricity through him. His eyes narrowed to steely slits, his teeth
clenched together until his jaw began to ache.
The skin just below Lucy West's navel began to split open.
Like tearing fabric, it began as a tiny hole then gradually lengthened into a
rent about five inches long.
Mathias began to breathe rapidly, his cheeks puffing with each sharp
exhalation. He noticed a pungent odour as a second tear began to form beneath
the first.
There was no blood. Only the smell. A rancid stench of pus which rose like an
invisible cloud to envelop him.
He watched as the third razor-thin cut began to open.
Still Lucy West did not move.
Mathias drew in a deep, almost agonised breath and held it, his face contorted
unnaturally for interminable seconds. The sensation of heat which he felt in
his fingertips began to spread until it seemed to fill his entire body. He
felt as if he were on fire. More sweat dripped in salty beads from his face.
He glared down at his hands.
At her stomach.
At the three long thin splits in her flesh. 'Yes,' he grunted, his fingers
twisting inward like hooked claws.
Something began to move in the cut above her pelvis. Something thick and
solid. It was ovoid in shape, a reeking egg-shaped lump which nudged through
the cleft of flesh as if coaxed by Mathias. His eyes bulged madly in their
sockets as he saw the growth and his body began to shake with increased
intensity.
From the cut below her navel another bloodied clot of dark brown matter began
to rise.
The three narrow tears drew back like obscene lips, expelling their foul
contents, and Mathias reached feverishly for the three rotting growths,
scooping them into his hands like so many putrescent eggs.
His fingers closed around the lumps and a single droplet of pus dribbled
through and ran down his arm as he raised both hands into the air above the
unmoving body of Lucy West.
Mathias kept his eyes fastened on the trio of wounds, now slightly reddened at