NIGHT EYES – Senator Frank Norton, an aspiring candidate for President of the United States retreats to a nursing home run by his daughter Ashley Norton after a failed assassination attempt only to find more danger waiting for him. Suspecting that her father has another reason for visiting her, Ashley asks Jake McBride, a security guard at the nursing home to keep an eye on him.
Tracy Norton, his youngest daughter, captures one of Norton’s employees and sadistically tortures him hoping to find out where her hated father has gone. His people mistakenly killed her boyfriend. They thought he was one of the assassins. When he refuses to reveal Norton’s location, she electrocutes him. Tracy has many reasons to hate her father.
Continuing her rampage to find her father, Tracy makes friends with one of his secretaries, a lesbian who has just lost her lover. When the girl becomes suspicious of Tracy and fails to tell her where Norton is, Tracy places a plastic bag over her head and suffocates her during a lovemaking session.
An anti-nazi organization called OCTOPUS dispatches a hit team in black helicopters to the nursing home to capture Norton and kill some of the German residents. Tracy Norton heads for the nursing home through rain-soaked woods after an automobile accident. She heads toward Charleston running at thirty miles an hour.
When Ashley discovers that Norton has plans to genetically engineer horrible creatures that will destroy the human race, she joins forces with Tracy, her younger sister and Jake McBride to put an end to his plans. Their trail leads them into dangers and surprises they would have never expected.
The End
Excerpt
As lightning flashed, his mind painted a picture, albeit a grotesque one, from images his eyes sent to his brain. The images his eyes saw were difficult for his troubled brain to believe. In his heart, he knew what he saw must be the truth. Dropping to his knees, he put both of his hands to the sides of his head clamping his head between them like a vice, and screamed madly. Finally, he dropped his trembling hands down between his legs and held them there as he stared at the ancient tree standing in front of him. On his knees, he crawled forward hoping to get a better look although he was tempted to run in the other direction. He was close to it now and the screams coming from the face protruding from the tree haunted him. Two arms flailed around as if they belonged to a disturbed zombie. Norton couldn’t believe what he was seeing or what he heard. Gerald’s head protruded from the tree trunk while two arms were visible from the shoulder joints outward. The rest of him, if anything else existed, was buried in the tree.
Wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him, or if he were insane, he scrambled to his feet sliding in the mud several times before managing to steady himself and stand upright. Norton cautiously walked closer mystified by the human body that had been buried in the trunk of the tree. “Gerald … is that you?”
Gerald’s face was as ashen as a ghost. His eyes were moving erratically while his head shook from side to side as if he were attempting to shake some terrible insect with a big stinger from it. It was clear that he was horrified, in shock and the sounds coming from his mouth were not human. His words were not comprehensible.
Norton wanted to reach out to him and touch him to let him know he was there to help, as he always was, except this time, he could do nothing to help his bodyguard. Something evil had passed this way and that thought chilled him while torrents of rain and bolts of lightning reminded him he wasn’t safe here. His bodyguard was embedded in a tree like a tornado had driven him into that mass of bark and wood. He knew that hadn’t been the case, though, something else had happened here and he had to find out what it was. “Gerald, calm down. I know you’re scared except you have to try and think rationally, if I’m going to help you.”
His hands kept thrashing at invisible enemies as his head bobbed up and down. Gerald was as insane as anyone could be, Norton concluded without any doubt at all in his mind. Gerald’s tongue plunged out of his mouth—like a bullfrog fulfilling its hunger pangs by capturing an unsuspecting insect—and Norton thought he was going to choke on it, or bite it off with his sharp teeth. Grabbing Gerald’s head in both hands, staring into his face, he yelled trying to make himself heard above the roar of the wind and crashing branches. “Gerald, get a hold on yourself, we have to figure this out.”
The distant look in Gerald’s eyes seemed to clear for a moment and he focused on Norton. Still, he seemed like a man who had escaped from a psycho ward. “Help,” he screamed shaking his head again. “Help! Get me out of here. Please. Oh, God … get me out of here.”
“I can’t do anything until you calm down and tell me what happened,” Norton screamed. He wasn’t sure he wasn’t mad himself and that they both weren’t having some kind of weird nightmare. “Damn, Gerald, you’re a friggn’ cyborg with super human strength. Your skeletal structure is made from the toughest biological steel available. We developed it ourselves. Your skin and flesh can regenerate itself in a few hours. How could you fail so miserably? So, stop squirming like an old woman and speak.”
Gerald screamed. His insane cry echoed from deep in the forest. Norton shuddered. What had he done to deserve this? Looking directly at Norton, Gerald slobbered. Snot ran from his nose joining a long river of liquid running from his mouth. “That woman,” he whispered with his eyes wide. “Tracy.” Then his eyes were blank again and it seemed that he had lost track of his thoughts.
Boom! Pain! Blackness!
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