The Alien Orb (23 page)

The speed of him was the main thing that
they had underestimated the last time and that he had managed to
get out into the wood and have his footprints covered up by the
snow, and with them running after him fast through the tunnel.

When Bryson saw his footprints he was
surprised again! Though they were normal shoe marks their placement
was strange and placed differently than he had seen before! Yet it
could have been him rushing through the deep snow and through the
blizzard, and he still seemed to Bryson
’
s disappointment to be still
traveling at a fast pace and he wondered where the hell he was
going to out there anyway.

He had survived in the wood the last time
and seemed to know it and where he was going. If only the
helicopter would turn up!

Their confidence was suddenly
increased by the discovery of the killer
’
s blood on some of the snow, showing
that he had been wounded and that they had not imagined it, and
they collected some and examined it and Bryson was amazed that it
actually looked different and as though the person had something on
the wound that had altered it somehow
–
and he wondered if they would trace
and catch him if he got away.

Through one of the police communicators he
listened to the police back at the castle communicate with the
police somewhere else and he listened to their exchanges with
interest and heard them mention a helicopter coming out.

When it finally appeared it was far darker
and they saw its light racing over the trees, going towards the
castle, and he wondered how long it would take to reappear over
them. He wondered where the guy was going to and why he thought
there was no danger being there in the wood at night? Had the guy
originally intended to stay in the castle at night? And where was
he going to now?

He decided to accept that the person knew of
the disturbances and deaths that had occurred in the wood and
wondered if he had made a mistake being there at night or if he had
some means of avoiding it, and Bryson started considering all the
things available to him. Yet there were few and going by the
direction that they were going in that he might pass part of one of
the tunnels or there might be another, if there was an entrance to
it there.

When he saw one of the police with a map of
the region he examined it and saw that there was a small place
about twenty miles out across the wood in front of them and he
wondered if the guy intended to go there, and he thought he might
have made a mistake as if he reached there surely they could be
waiting for him. Yet would the guy attempt to get there at night or
did he have a hiding place?

The heavy blizzard, going deep into the
thick wood, started obscuring their view the darker that it got and
they tried to catch up with the guy more.

The snow glowed brightly in their lights,
from their lights beaming out, and Bryson spotted the beam of light
from police helicopter beam through the wood as it followed their
path to them, and he wondered what would happen?

It was turning too dark and he grew tired
from the evening spent searching the castle and he remained
confused at what the police knew about the disturbances there and
if they would make the mistake of staying there in the dark night
and he could not think of a proper way to tell them of the dangers
that existed there!

To his disappointment the helicopter
flew straight overhead blowing up all the snow at them and throwing
the blizzard about it, and it raced away into the distance, and he
tried to hear what one of the others in front of him was talking
about on his communicator, but could not, and was happy to see the
helicopter return and stop at a place ahead of them
–
where he saw it
land on an empty region of ground in the trees.

Away in the distance they watched three of
the police using their lights to search for something beside the
helicopter, and the police around Bryson all tried to see what was
happening, through all the trees, and they raced towards them.

T
he policeman with the communicator hollered
to them to go faster
–
now with his communicator blaring out at
full volume with the frantic voices of the police over at the
helicopter.

Another policeman eventually grabbed it and
started to use it to speak to one of the men there, that he knew,
who told them to come over as fast as they could.

Chapter 20

The Death

Bryson rushed over to the helicopter,
going in front of the rest of the police, determined to find out
what happened, and was blinded by the helicopter
’
s bright light blasting
through the blackness and he waited until he saw where the police
from the helicopter were and moved over to them, standing away in
the distance around something in the vegetation.

Bryson rushed over, sensing that it was
needed for some reason, almost blinded by the mixture of intense
lights and darkness, considering everything that he was up against
and attempting to observe every place at the one time.

He listened and all he noticed was the wind
blowing the trees about the police ahead, with snow blowing around
wildly.

Then just before he reached them he darted
over to them and one of them turned and shone his torch over him,
and one of the other police there acknowledged that he knew Bryson
and that he was with them.

In all the
footsteps in the snow Bryson suddenly noticed the killer’s
footprints and that they staggered around and he saw that he had
collapsed where the police were standing around, and he saw a trail
of blood to him, from him clearly being shot by them.

They had
attempted to fix his wound with bandages, and when Bryson stood
beside them he saw that he was close to death.

Yet the police still had their hands on
their guns at their sides!

By their reactions he was sure that they did
not have a clue what they were dealing with for some reason and he
searched for the reason. It was dark, within the grounds of the
castle, and they had chased a vicious killer and had shot him.

From the helicopter they had easily traced
him out into the dark wood, blanketed in deep snow.

The clothing of the killer was thick
and wrapped around him, almost entirely covering him, and Bryson
froze trying to see his face
–
expecting him to pull out a gun and start a
gun battle.

When he saw that he had been handcuffed
Bryson moved to his side to see what the problem was, and saw his
face, and watch heaps of snow falling about him from the pine
trees.

Bryson’s heart
exploded, beating faster than he had ever felt it beat, when he saw
its facial features!

He watched the
figure almost fall over sideways, barely able to stay alive, and he
saw its blood and that it was different.

The other
police that were with Bryson strolled there, not shining their
lights there – as though not daring to – approaching in wonder as
though they were going to meet the devil himself.

When one of
the police standing around him shone his light there they all were
dumbstruck, and wondering what it was?

Bryson stared
down in horror at what he was positive was a genetic cross between
a human and some sort of alien, crippled on the ground!

It resembled
some form of ghost, with it giving weak splutters from its form of
mouth!

“
Do you
know what it is?” one of the police muttered, slightly shivering
and gritting his teeth with the cold.

And they
waited for Bryson to say something!

“
I want
to talk to it first!” he pleaded, and they moved back as he knelt
down beside it.

“
A scientist!
”
its weak voice muttered, and Bryson
nodded in agreement, knowing that it could speak his
language.

“
Where did you come
from?
”
he
asked confused.

“
A gateway threw a few of my species
here years ago! They were trapped here, unable to return.
I
’
m one of
their experiments, and crossed with them and your species! I am the
last of them! They were unable to return after all! They also made
me to handle your species, communicate with your species, your
outside world, and I was to find a way for them to return home!
They built those tunnels you used to find the castle! They were
built to get about the wood safely!
”

“
Were you watching
us?
”

“
I used their technology to detect you
and follow where you were going ...
”

“
Why did you kill the people
here?
”
one
of the police finally asked, amazed at what it was.
“
And where were
you going to?
”

“
They could
’
ve killed me ...! My species were
killed here ...!
”

“
There was a skeleton in a large dome
cavity within the tunnel,
”
Bryson continued.
“
How did that
happen?
”

“
Some of the people of my race still
worshiped ancient gods! They gave the sacrifices to the gods,
believing that they had been punishing them putting them
here!
”

Bryson saw it was weakening and decided to
alter the subject!

“
What were you looking for in the
library that he found? You left all the books
disrupted!
”

“
I have been trying to find a way back
to my world to tell them what happened
–
and you found more information,
which I had to check ...
”

“
Did you discover
anything?
”

It pulled out a crumbled bit of paper and
allowed it to fall at its side, unable to move any further.

Bryson instantly picked it up and examined
it.

“
It
’s
a page from a diary?
There
’
s
nothing really on it?
”

“
It
’s
more! It
’s
definite
proof of
the diary of your ancestor
–
William Randall! I
’ve
been searching for it for most of
my life.
”

He stared down at its body cringing onto
life, with blood pouring from its mouth, and it fell over dead and
Bryson strolled away watching the confused faces of the police,
wondering what they really thought of it.

Chapter 21

Another Death

At a top floor room window Bryson observed
most of the police leaving in helicopters and was amazed to see the
body of the alien being put aboard a military helicopter and
Mitchell shaking hands with a high-ranking officer and Mitchell
handing him his report and being handed documents and his
orders.

Bryson knew there was far more behind it and
Mitchell, and the military being there, and he left it there as he
knew he was going to get information about it! Mitchell was being
far more open than he had been, and would be if he intended to be
secretive, and he wondered what Mitchell would have put in his
report for when he had gone into library tunnel and through the
vortex.

He even considered searching his stuff to
have a look at what he had put down! What had happened to him? Had
it been just the same? He thought of ways to get him to reveal what
he wanted, realizing that it might not be secretive any longer.

What was their story? Why was he there? Why
did they not send in an entire military group to search the place?
It would take them far longer for them to get results the way that
they were working there!

He felt amazed at actually meeting an alien
and one of the builders of the tunnels out there, and the killer
that they had been hunting for, with the police everywhere and the
story being covered by the media in such depth.

The problem now was he never thought the
other death was the alien killer and that something else had
completely drained the body of water and of something else that
they could not recognize.

A glance into the corridor once again showed
him that the archaeologists were scanning regions of the castle
with their equipment as they had said they would.

Bryson was amazed at the destruction some
had made and they had removed the lower ceiling to reveal the
original ceiling, made of solid oak beams, and he considered what
it would be like being upon the castle roof and wondered why they
never searched there?

The wires from the lights had rot and webs
over them and had been easily broken and were in bits scattered
over the floor, and he eyed up the mess wondering why they had not
left it and if someone intended to fix it as they would have no
lights there if they were not repaired.

The place would have to be cleaned up anyway
or left if the place remained with its disturbances, as many more
deaths would follow, and he wondered how the hell they would handle
the situation? Would the military make it a forbidden zone?

Bryson marched along the corridor
occasionally looking into rooms, which the others had clearly
rigorously searched through, and he made an occasional search of
anything that looked interesting to see if he could spot anything
that they had not.