The Agathon: Reign of Arturo (41 page)

“Help me!” he shouted into the void of nothingness. He was in hell. He was paying for his sins. There was a universal truth and he was being taught a lesson. Another flash of vision struck his mind. He was on a ship. Talking to a strange looking alien life form. It was his voice, but not his voice. The sound of the giant footsteps boomed all around him as he floated freely in the darkness. His other self was saying something. He closed his eyes and calmed the terror in his mind to try to hear what he was saying.

“She will finish this” his other voice said.

“She is too dangerous to keep alive” responded the strange alien being.

“When she is finished, I will kill her,” said the other Tyrell.

The voices faded into the darkness as something grabbed his leg in the darkness. A giant claw-like appendage. He turned, but saw nothing. He screamed at the nothing and tried to wriggle free, but it was no use. A booming voice exploded from the dark.

“Keep your place!” it said.

The noise of it rattled his brain and the claw-like fingers dug into his unseen leg. Tyrell screamed again.

“Somebody help me!” he yelled, knowing nobody would answer. He wished he was dead, truly dead. Something terrible had captured him. Something dark. It had him firmly in its grasp and would never let him go. He felt its breath close to his face and it smelled acrid. It smelled like death. And it had wanted Carrie Barrington.