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."

favor to your entire family, and look what happened to them. All of them have been eliminated. I made you far more.

"I am worthy. I have served thee for years. I have

"But you never gave me that woman

"Then send me back to

in your homeland."

like he had just lost all semblance of hope. The

to do in order to

replied, "Anyting, my lord! I am and always have been your beloved servant! I

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

aloud. "I shall never fail my master again! I

want her to

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 bright light exploded into the space

grabbed Arthur by the shirt 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

only a sleeveless undershirt and a pair of torn blue jeans

he were in his mid to late seventies, while his black eyes could hardly adjust to the brightness of the daytime, despite it

air. He could hardly keep from shaking on the deck of the ship. Every so often he would glance over at his captor who proceeded to knock on the door. The man waited while looking back at Arthur with the most apprehensive glare on his face, as though

stares on their

him?" Captain

"Yes, sir," the burly man

The captain looked at Arthur once more before asking him, "So tell me, old timer, just how

Arthur replied, "I seek

captain said out loud. "Buddy, these are American

Arthur said, "I am a political refugee

The burly man kicked the back of Arthur's knees causing the man to

got on this boat illegally, but you also killed and attempted to eat three of my crewmen; three good men who had families," the captain patiently explained. "You

captain, Arthur gasped, "But I be a victim

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