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GOOD VERSUS EVIL - part 10

Paul Morrow opened his eyes. Why could he see? There was nothing put an eerie dark blackness around him. Where was the 'light' coming from?

He was lying down on his back, he moved to a sitting position and shook his head trying to remember. He could recall seeing a mirror image of himself grinning at him. An unsettling grin that shook him to the core, because it was so unprofoundly unnatural.

Then the corridor was no longer there. Just the darkness eating away at the light until nothing was left, like a candle being snuffed out.

He could feel his heartbeat in his chest, but he couldn't hear it echoing in his ears. He felt cold. A strange cold like it was dry, but damp at the same time.

The atmosphere smelt of nothing...was it an atmosphere? Was he still on Alpha? Had he been propelled to some distance part of the cosmos?

He thought about Sandra. Was she here as well? Was ANYBODY else here with him, or was he now totally and utterly alone?

He closed his eyes and opened them again. Then he called out...WHERE...AM...I...?

But no sound escaped his lips. They moved why he had voiced the words, but there was no audible sound to alert anyone.

He swallowed down deeply, and walked ahead. He walked on and on, but it was like walking on into the nothingness. Nothing changed. The dark around him. Nothing but the mind blowing dark.

But if it was so dark, why could he see ahead too the dark? When he held out his hands infront of himself, why could he see them as like it was clear as day?

So many questions.

Then he closed his eyes tight and yelled out nothing in particular...just a surge...a reaction of complete frustration and despair.

And there she was...

Sandra...

She was sitting there, at her station. Her. The chair...her desk...he white desk lamp and console.

Her back was to him...and she was absolutely still. Paul tilted his head and moved towards her until he was only a few inches away.

If he raised his arm, his hand could touch her shoulder.

"Sandra"

But there was still no sound escaping from his dry lips.

"SANDRA?!"

He had raised his voice. His facial expression would show this, but still no sound.

Sandra was absolutely still.

So he moved forward and placed a hand over her shoulder.

Her arm disintegrated, it fell away to dusk.

Paul's hand came to his face as a reaction of shock. Then he moved around and came to her front and looked up to her.

Her face. It was mummified, like it had been sitting in that chair for hundreds of years. But her hair was neat and beautifully black like it had always had been.

He closed his eyes again. The feeling of complete despair now at breaking point because he could not even begin to understand what all this meant.

Then he turned away from her, and standing behind him, was something that was akin to the grimm Reaper. Something shadowery in a dark long cloak, and a hood you couldn't see beyond.

Paul stared at it.

It didn't move. It was stock still.

Then it raised an arm and pointed to the yonder. Paul turned and saw something come out from the darkness. Shadowery creeps. Things he couldn't even start to describe. Things that had two arms and two legs but the face you instantly forgot.

Hands clawed him and he was pushed and pulled through the darkness. And up head of him was a black and white leather chair.

He was made to sit in the chair and the things had gone...like they had just dissolved into the darkness.

The chair was had belonged to commander Koenig. It was from his office.

And suddenly the shrieking...the screaming of a thousand choruses. They invaded his ears until they were bleeding.

Streaks of blood running down his neck.

He clamped his hands over his ears and leaned forward in the chair.

The figure in the dark robe was there. Like it just materialised out from the darkness. No face. Just the hood.

Paul looked up and couldn't speak. His mouth was like it had been sewn up from the inside.

His hands. His hands!

His hands were skin and bone. He cupped his face and he could feel the wrinkles...the straggerly hair that was now appart of him.

And then...

The hood...it was gone and he was grinning at him...HIS FACE...grinning back at him, like it was laughing at him...taking the mickey out of him...having a right laugh at his expense...like he was some kind of victorian circus attraction.

And then Dr Russell was there. Standing beside the cloaked figure that had his features. She was grinning as well and donned the same dark flowing garb.

Her grin was gone...she was pointing at him...her eyes cold.

The being that looked like him came forward and it's face was now only inches from his own, leaning in on him.

The grin...the grin...the eyes...eyes unblinking, that locked hold to his own.

And it was talking to him...no audible sound, just some words that came to his own mind...

ONE BODY...ONE LIFE...ONE EXISTANCE...

AND HE YELLED OUT, LIKE HIS VERY MIND WAS BEING TORN OUT...AS EVERYTHING AROUND HIM TURNED TO WHITE...AND THERE WAS NOTHING AT ALL.

A/N I am pleased with myself...Two chapters out in one month! Let me know if your mind is in completely warped.