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."

entire family, and look what happened to them. All of them have been eliminated. I

He pleaded. "I am worthy. I have served thee

you never gave me

me back to her home,

"She is in your homeland." The voice cut him

limp, like he had just lost all semblance of hope. The man dropped his hands as his stomach

"What are you willing to do in order to

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

the child for now; he shall see his fate soon.

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

want her to suffer

a deep quiet inside the space in which Arthur was sitting. His eyes gawked all over, awaiting a voice, sign or signal, but after two whole minutes of waiting the man's body grew listless once more before the sound of heavy metal twisting and churning beside him erupted. Within a matter of seconds a

collar and yanked him out of what appeared to be a cell before dragging him across the massive deck of a cargo ship that was sailing out in the middle

a pair of torn blue

matching full beard made him look as if he were in his mid to late seventies, while his

shut door. For the first time in years Arthur was cold. His beard was waving to and fro in the salty air. He could hardly

young, bearded white captain and a larger white man right behind him. They both came out of the room with studious stares on their faces as if they were ready to tear Arthur apart. But it was the captain who stood face to face with Arthur while

him?" Captain Howell

sir," the burly man

"So tell me, old

for a second or two, Arthur replied,

"Jamaica?" The captain said out loud. "Buddy, these are

am

be kidding me!" The burly man kicked the back of Arthur's

only got on this boat illegally, but you also killed and attempted to eat three of my

captain, Arthur gasped, "But I be

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