In the previous episode, Alyssa Cane was attacked by a skeletal warrior who tried to buy time for its master, Pallas. The undead villain is trying to escape into the real world but readers voted that only his soul would make it.
Knowing he must be stopped, Alyssa sprints for her computer. The colossal arm of Pallas tries to crush her in hopes of stopping the young heroin. She throws herself out of the way, tumbling across the floor as the massive skeletal hand smashes through her floor. The entire house shakes violently from the blow, knocking items off her wall, including a full standing mirror. It shatters next to her, shards leaving gashes across her arms.
Ignoring the stinging pain of torn flesh, she crawls up to her bed. Alyssa grabs the screen, pulling it down to stop Pallas freeing himself. His limb thrashes around in her basement, getting caught in the Christmas ornaments. She presses down, putting her body into it. Pallas roars from the game world, causing the house to tremble. Alyssa can feel him push against her, like a beast trying to escape its cage.
“I CANNOT BE STOPPED BY A MERE HUMAN!”
Yet, it is this mere human that will stop him. Enraged screams echo as she shuts her laptop. Though Pallas does not escape the game, his arm remains in the real world. It rips out of the basement, and manages to grab Alyssa before she can react. The boney limb disintegrates with each passing second, squeezing the life out of the girl. She wails in pain as her ribs creak from the pressure.
Alyssa does not give up, pushing the enormous fingers away from her, struggling to survive. Time is on her side, the limb unable to keep up its strength as it turns to ash. It lets go of her. She hits the floor, gasping for air.
The remnants of Pallas crumble to dust. Just before it vanishes, a strange light bursts from the skeletal core. It blinds Alyssa. She groans, seeing spots until it finally vanishes. Once she can see, she finds her room in shambles. She gets to her feet just as her parents scramble in.
“Honey, are you alright?” her mother asks, throwing her arms around her daughter.
Alyssa winces from her sore ribs, but is able to hide it, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“That earthquake came out of nowhere,” her father remarks, looking at the hole in her room. “Thank goodness you’re safe, sweetheart.”
Her mother looks at her husband, “What are we going to do? The house is a mess.”
“We’ll get a hotel for the night,” he answers. “We can deal with this in the morning.”
The three of them leave her bedroom. Alyssa eyes the broken mirror lying on her floor. That is when she sees something that stops her. In the reflection, a strange figure hangs over her. It is a man wrapped up in flames of red. An all too familiar three-faced skull gazes at her, the mouths grinning as it is charred black.
“Alyssa, what’s wrong?” her mother asks.
Looking to her mother, she takes her eyes off the mirror for a second. Turning back, she finds that the haunting image is gone.
“It’s nothing,” she remarks, walking out of the room.
Miles away from the suburban neighborhoods is a large forest, stretching across the mountain range. Amongst the sea of trees is the armored knight, Tartarus. Breaking free of the police blockade, he finds himself taking refuge among the evergreens. His armor is tarnished from the gunfire.
Frustrated, he lets out another sonic-like screech that uproots hundreds of trees. He growls like a monster, as something stirs inside him. Out of his control, his metal claws reach for his helmet. His head thrashes to shake them off. Razor sharp talons sink into the metal helm and rip it off his face. Tartarus snarls as he loses control of the body.
Darrel stands in the middle of the forest. The armor sheds off him like snake-skin. All that remains of the knight is the metal gauntlet.
“Finally,” he sighs. “That’s the last time you get the drop on me.”
Tartarus falls silent to his remark, which brings a smile to the young man’s face. Fingers fumble through his pocket. He grabs his cellphone. Quickly Darrel calls his dad.
“Son?” he hears on the other end.
“Yeah dad,” Darrel says, “I’m alright.”
His father lets out a sigh of relief, but then asks, “Son, what happened?” Vote below on what will happen next or if reading in email click Take our Poll.