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."

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

I have served thee for years. I have delivered to thee all dat you

gave me that woman and her

"Then send me back to

your homeland." The

entire body grew limp, like he had just lost all semblance of hope. The man dropped his

willing to do in order

lord! I am and always have been your beloved servant! I shall dispatch of

shall see his fate soon. Will you fail

eagerly said aloud. "I shall never fail my master again! I am worthy! More dan anyone

want her to suffer

grew listless once more before the sound of heavy metal twisting and churning beside him erupted. Within a matter of seconds

burly, white man grabbed Arthur by the shirt collar and yanked him out of what appeared to be a cell

a pair of torn blue jeans

wild, grey hair and matching full beard made him look as if he were in his mid to late seventies, while his black eyes

him perfectly still in front of a 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 keep from shaking on the deck of the ship. Every so often he would glance over at his captor who proceeded to

studious stares on their faces as if they were ready to tear Arthur apart. But it was the captain who stood face to

him?" Captain Howell

"Yes, sir," the burly man

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

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

The captain said out

head, Arthur said, "I am

man kicked the back of Arthur's knees

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

captain, Arthur gasped, "But I be a

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