TKC 302
I am alone with Siri and Leffandir in padded chamber. This
does not thrill me in the slightest. Yet I may have dealt with such a situation
if it had been merely a padded
chamber. The gaping dark hole the men vanished into thrills me even less.
The tapping is much louder and far more insistent. It
becomes a rhythm beating into my every thought, weaving through the beats of my
heart as a refrain of malevolence. Yes, malevolence. I am not comfortable at
all.
Something is wrong.
Leffandir speaks first. “I feel a presence. It wants to
destroy.”
Swallowing, I can only nod. Her words prove to me that I am
not being fanciful; there is something other positioning itself and it may be
to our detriment.
Siri whispers, “That door was sealed away for a reason. We
should have left it alone.”
Hell. She is correct. Why do men always act without
thinking?
A head erupts into our space, causing all three of us to
flinch hard.
Ross grins at us. “Commander Gennerin sent me back for you.
You are to follow.”
Unfortunately the commander is correct also. We cannot stay
here. If the men do not return, we will be trapped. If we choose to follow into
the darkness after too long a delay, we may be lost.
I incline me head. “Lead the way, Ross.”
The head vanishes and, drawing breath as if I will never
again know oxygen, I swiftly step into the darkness and follow. I do not look
back, but am aware of Siri behind me, with Leffandir trailing her.
Ross switches on the small light seated on the shoulder of
his uniform, to my relief. “Keep your torches off,” I hear him say, “and follow
mine.”
He is correct also. Too much light is a dead giveaway. The
possibility exists also that we may need our torches if we are in darkness for
a lengthy stretch; best not to expend them simultaneously.
It sounds as if we are entering a maze created to confuse
us, one erected on a giant world lost in space. No longer does it remotely feel
as we are aboard a ship.
I am not comfortable at all. Something is definitely wrong
here.
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