Blood flowed down his cheek and he knew that he was doomed, the creature followed him still, after all this time. Why wasn’t it dead?
“I killed you, I bloody killed you, you monster!” He reached for his power sword, he fumbled with the switch and the power cell came to life.
He could see its presence now, he could feel its eyes as cold as the world he had fled to, deep deep blue spheres of incarnate death. It must stand at least twice the size of a man, and a hundred-fold stronger, he had never seen it in the flesh, just felt its psychic presence, and in his dreams, always in his dreams. Every time he slept and every time he woke he felt it as if it was next to him and every time he saw it in his dreams it was gone when he woke. The members of his crew had all seen it, as they were all dead now, he had found the corpse’s of all his comrades, all of them, they had all met their ends, one after another, after another. Any other man would have lost his sanity, but he had already seen wonders and mysteries that few could brag about.
But now wasn’t the time for recollecting on past times, all he could remember was the sorrow and the pain. For ten cursed years this ‘thing’ had chased them, cornered them one by one until only he was left, and now, on this arid and long dead frozen world he would face this thing, and he would fail. He was going to die and no one; not even the God Emperor of Mankind could save him. He prayed every day and every night and at every meal but he knew now that there was nothing he could do but fight, like all the others before him.
“Spawn of night! In the name of the Emperor show yourself!” he screamed, his raw throat barley managing. He stood on the top of a frozen plain; glaciers reflected the light of the cold sun and the terrible wind tugged at his long coat.
He readied his pistol, stood, and waited.