The ship floated coldly through the still void…

For a standard observer anyway. In fact, it was getting more and more speed every second. The metal, which made it a bullet-proof, heavy-weaponed casino, began to shake. No one could hear that sound, though, since there are no oxygen atoms in space. Truth being said, the survivors still trapped in its belly could sense it.

After all, what else could have they done, other than listening to their fate?

***

By this time, Atropos took the form of screeching steel walls caving in, double glass made of silicium shattering. Shards rained down in every room that possessed windows, which was most of them.

Security sealing crashed down, howling sounds of death, sometimes splattering various body parts of those who were already gone.

Screams…

It didn't look like hell, though. After all, only a human witness gifted with the blessing of fantasy would have had such a thought. Most of those remaining were androids… They looked down at their shattered bodies with a calm only hand-made life could have brought.

Just a second before the roof came down, destroying their central units.

Blood and iron melted in a strange danse macabre in these rooms where the void had taken control. And there were more and more of them as time flew by.

***

Far away…

No, not so far, in front of the Ishimura – an attentive spectator could've guessed the name of the ship as it was written on both of its sides – a green planet continued silently its course. In cold-blooded, almost pure, mineral stillness.

The ship didn't pass through the atmosphere, it crashed right in it. In less than a breathe, less than a second, the whole cylinder went on fire. Shoes – or hands, foot, suit – began to melt at the single touch of its insides. The air filled itself with an odd smell of burning pork and melted silicon; and, of course, all alarms went on.

Now, it really looked like Hell, seventh circle to be precise.

A scream seemed to peer through the blaring, it disappeared instantly…

***

Bright…

The whole spaceship became bright. A blasting star in the face of the orange morning sun. A comet singing the Last Requiem of the Titanic.

A reactor popped out.

Something else, smaller this one, detached itself from the main structure.

Metal fell down, shiny mortal snowflakes which stuck themselves in wood… or flesh…

***

Über-Jason stood was currently looking at the roof, letting the blood dripping to the floor from an arm he'd just torn off. Any who is would've sworn he was smiling underneath his metal mask – if he could have, by the way.

That was untrue…

Voorhees was currently waiting…

… for the guttural growl that happened right after. A sound which tasted just like the first bite of the Judgment's Day Meal. Something like the acme growl of a dying Leviathan.

Everything turned red…

Fire.

***

It was the day PI-327 stood still…