CHASING THE LIGHT

CHAPTER 5

      EVIL IS ALL THERE IS
                  ★★★
'Crazy,
How monsters lurk in the light. And we mistake them for saints.'  ~Nia
                  ★★★

What do we think of villains?
Wrong doers, bad people, wicked people that commit crimes.

   "I've been trying to get closer to her." Katie says from across the counter in the kitchen.

   I lean back on the dining table and groan. "Why do you need to do that?"

   She smiles."It's nice to have connections."

   I watch her keenly. She's carefully chopping carrots into small circles.
  
   I just think villains are misunderstood heroes. But wait, are they really?
  
   "I don't think she likes her predicament very much."
   
   "What makes you think so?" I ask.

   "Just a gut feeling."

   That could explain why she bailed at my question last minute.

    Villains, are people willing to sacrifice anything to get what they want.

    To me, I respect villains very much.

    "She's invited us for dinner today. Think you could make it?"

   I sit up and sigh. "I really don't want to Katie."

   "Why do you keep acting this way?" Her voice sounding upset.

   "I'm not acting any way. I just told you the truth. I don't want to." I sternly say.

   We both give each other long hard stares.

   I'm certainly not her tool. She can't control my every move.

   She groans loudly and carries on cooking.

   "You can't even do this for me?" She looks at me with pleading eyes.

   I stand up and make my way out.

   "Where are you going?" She calls out.

   "To get some air."
  
   Villains are people painted bad by weaklings. People brave enough to do anything to achieve their goal. I see nothing wrong with that. I grab my coat and pack my straight hair into a ponytail.

   Yes, I was never one to care about superheroes. Right from childhood, I've always hated them. That sick mentally of always saving the day was bullshit. No one, would waste their time for someone they don't even know in the first place.

    I walk along the sidewalk, occasionally waving at people I know.

   Oh how far you've fallen Nia.

   I hated them.

   I hated people who try to act like superheroes.

   They're hypocritical.

   I hated hypocrites.
  
   I walk along passing by houses till I come across her house.

   It's been a while.

   "Walaikum Salam." Her voice resonates from my knock.

   The door flies open and a tiny head pops out.

   "Sister Nia." The seven year old lunges forth, almost knocking me over.

   "How're you Zainab?" I ask with a smile.

   "I knew you'd come." She says proudly.

   I smile in response and enter the small house.

   There, I could spot her. Wearing a lose gown, with a veil clumsily wrapped around her brown hair.