The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

Chapter 7

"Please...speak to me." Arthur desperately groaned inside a compacted and cold, dark room.

His long legs were nearly touching his chin. The man could see faint traces of his breath every time he breathed in and out. The air inside his dwelling was thin and vapid. Just making the slightest move was a strenuous ordeal. But within all and such rancor, the man persisted in talking; he kept on and on incessantly beseeching until his throat began to go dry.

Arthur could see his hands within the scant light that dared to creep in through various apertures inside his compartment. In his eyes they appeared more like alien appendages than his own body parts. For the first time in his life he didn't even recognize either of them.

"I call upon thee, my lord. Come to me and—

"Why do you call upon me?" The voice sounded annoyed.

Arthur's attention at that very second lit up with the exuberance of a child's wonderment. Forgetting that he was inside such a tiny containment, the man attempted to sit up only to bump the top of his head against the ceiling.

"I...I call upon you for aid." He stretched out his arms as far as he could. "I call upon you for strength; I long to feel its power in my veins once more."

"But I once granted you aid and strength, and you perverted it." The voice calmly uttered.

"But someting happened."

For a few moments it was totally silent, and then the voice said, "You failed me. You and your sister."

"But it was not my fault." Arthur implored. "Am I to be blamed for dis?"

"You failed in your efforts. Besides...I have another charge in mind."

"Please, grant me another opportunity!" He grieved. "Please, do not pass me by!"

"And just why should I do such a thing? Especially after I made you a god?"

Arthur sat and pondered for something rational to say that would hopefully appease his master. "I...I shall not fail thee again."

them. All of them have been eliminated. I made you far more. I made you in my image, and you failed me for the last

worthy. I have served thee for years. I have delivered

"But you never gave me that woman and

send me back to her home, and

is in your homeland." The voice cut

just lost all semblance of hope.

"What are you willing to do in

up, Arthur urgently replied, "Anyting, my lord! I am and always have been your beloved servant! I shall dispatch of both her and her

he shall see his fate soon.

"No!" He eagerly said aloud. "I shall never fail

her to suffer more

signal, but after two whole minutes of waiting the man's body grew listless once more before the sound of heavy metal

what appeared to be a cell before dragging him across the massive deck of a cargo ship that was

Bushard, wearing only a sleeveless undershirt and a pair of torn blue jeans with no shoes, was freezing in the open autumn

his mid to late seventies, while his

Arthur was cold. His beard was waving to and fro in the salty air. He could hardly keep from shaking

stares on their faces as if they

"This is him?" Captain Howell

"Yes, sir," the

before asking him, "So tell me, old timer, just how did you manage

for a second or two, Arthur replied, "I seek to go back to

The captain said out loud.

his head, Arthur said, "I am a

The burly man kicked the back

to eat three of my crewmen; three good men who had families," the captain patiently explained.

Looking up at the captain, Arthur gasped, "But I be a victim of

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