Wretched despair produced a pitiful growl in his throat. “Anastasia, help me.”
Come on boy. She wouldn’t want you to give up, not now.
Angry at the injustice of her memory being used against him, he glanced over his shoulder. Erentz’s lights were almost out of sight as she raced away. He saw a halo of darkness eclipse the thin slices of fading light behind him. His legs almost gave out at the sight.
Keep going. I’ve got you a way out.
He took a couple more fumbling steps before the personality’s words even registered. Where?
Next lift shaft. The door is jammed open.
Dariat could see very little now. It wasn’t just the lack of light, his vision was misted with grey. Only his memory placed the lift shaft for him, and that was being reinforced by the personality. Four or five metres ahead, and on his left.
How’s that going to help?he asked
Simple, the lift is stalled ten stories down. You just jump. Land on top, and walk through the door. You can do that, you’re a ghost.
I can’t,he wailed. You don’t understand. Solid matter is hideous.
While the visitor right behind you is . . . what?
Sobbing he ran his hand along the wall, and found the open lift door. The visitor was sliding smoothly and silently towards him; chilling him further. He sank to his knees, perched right on the edge as if in prayer.
Not ten stories. That’ll kill me.
Exactly which of those solid bones in your transparent body do you think you’ll break? Listen to us you little shithead, if you had any scarp of decent imagination at all you’d just float up to the lobby. Now JUMP!
Dariat could actually sense the polyp dying all around him as the visitor swept towards him. Lady Chi-ri, help me.he topped over the lip and into the eternal lift shaft.
Erentz sprinted as hard as she could back down the vestibule. Something was stopping her frantic muscles from delivering their best. She felt feeble. She felt nauseous. The rucked carpet did its devious best to trip her.
Keep going,the personality implored passionately.
She didn’t actually look round. Didn’t need to. She knew something was coming after her. The floor was vibrating as a heavy body pounded along. Strident screeches were repeated again and again as some claw or fang ripped across the polyp. And cold was penetrating her suit as if there was no insulation at all. Without ever looking back, she waved the laser pistol behind her and fired off a series of wild shots. They had no apparent effect on her pursuer.
Affinity showed her the group up in the lobby. Her relatives were snatching up their weapons, thumbing the safeties. Tolton, in ignorance from his lack of affinity, was becoming frantic, shouting: “What? What?”
You are approaching the hole in the floor,the personality warned.
“Shit!” She intended it as a defiant bellow. It came out as a whimper. Her body was twice its proper weight. The weakness seemed to amplify her fear, clotting her mind with dread.
An easy jump,the personality promised. Don’t stop running. It’s just a question of timing and sure footing.
Where’s Dariat?she asked suddenly.
Four more paces. Concentrate.
It was as though she was already losing her balance, leaning too far forward and having to windmill her arms to keep upright. The edge wobbled towards her. Her knees were bending and she didn’t know why.
Now!
The personality’s command fired her muscles. Erentz leapt across the hole, flinging her arms forward. She hit the floor on the other side, and collapsed, tumbling painfully. Elbows and knees managed to hit every jutting chunk of rubble.
Get up. You’re almost there. Come on!
Groaning in anguish, she staggered to her feet. As she turned, her wrist beams shone back across the hole. Erentz screamed. The Orgathe itself had come after her. Still the largest and strongest of all the dissociated collective, it clawed its way along the vestibule after the small fleeing entity. There was no way it could fly in here. Even though it was diminished in physical size by the separation of the others, the vestibule was too narrow for its wings to be extended. As it was, the Orgathe had to hunch in on itself to avoid the ceiling.
Fury powered it now. Fury at being ripped from the nourishment. It had been
Erentz jerked into motion again. Pure adrenaline-rush terror overrode her recalcitrant leg muscles. She sprinted for the open lift door. A gust of buffeting air told her the Orgathe had sprung across the hole behind her. There wasn’t going to be enough time to fasten the cable straps to her harness.
She slammed into the wall at the side of the lift doors, spinning round to face the Orgathe. It had obscured itself in folds of darkness again. Only the purposeful ripples slithering across the nebulous surface hinted at the terrible menace contained within. She fired the laser pistol, simply to see the darkness stiffen around the beam’s impact point. A wavering dawn of pink light bloomed behind the Orgathe, making a mockery of the weapon.
The flare,the personality urged. Fire the flare at the bugger.
Erentz had nothing else left. All there could be now was a jump into the shaft, and hope the fall killed her before the Orgathe caught her. She brought the slim launcher tube up, pointing it at the centre of the ethereal darkness, and pulled the trigger.
A pathetically small spark of incandescence plunged into the vast Orgathe. It spasmed uncontrollably,
