Finding Patch

Chapter 16

Purgatory a place where hell collides with the moral soul. Patch found himself walking the muddy dark space again without any idea where he was going or why he was there. The mere idea of not knowing haunted him in the awakening hours. Lilly fast asleep on the bed, he knew this for he could see her in the dim light. Strange how purgatory split from reality to several levels below earth. He knew nothing of how this could be.

“Master shall I go to Lilly?”

Patch held out his hand and allowed the little man land on him. He looked down at the wings, his wings, the same wings he held. Patch was learning more about himself yet knew nothing of the reason why he was purgatory, why the chains would appear around his wrists and ankles or why he could not break free of them.

“Yes, see to it she is unharmed.”

“I shall,” Leo bowed his head and flew away.

He paused enough to see Leo enter the dim light spot off to the corner of purgatory. He shall protect her, Leo would never allow a harmful hand to come down upon what he loves.

Love, such a strange word to him. Love meant human emotions, meant having the ability to care for someone other than yourself. Having the ability to show someone they hold a piece of you. Heart, heart only beats; pumps the blood from one area to another. So why do they said, the heart breaks when pain comes or a loved one dies. Death is merely a chapter of life ending and beginning another. Death of the human vessel is nothing more than returning home to where life began. Was it possible for the heart to mimic the mind, to feel what the mind cannot comprehend?

It was no poetic to say I love you with all of my mind yet the heart does not actually feel the pain or love. It’s the mind that sends the emotion, it’s the mind that comprehends what is happening. When someone causes vase pain, it’s the mind that checks out and causing your body to go haywire. Your breathing speeds up because of the message sent to your heart and lungs. They begin to work as one and seek out what the mind needs. Pain, sorrow; a heartbreaking cry.

How can one man feel this and another does not? Patch stopped moving, he looked down at his hands. The chains; silver and thick, dark and solid. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw nothing of what he needed or wanted to see. All he saw was what purgatory wanted him to see.

“I am the Creator as he is me, I am him.” Patch repeated similar words to what he told Chase. “I have held punishment within myself for I turned my back when needed most. I placed myself in purgatory for I am the demon within all.”

“You are not,” Leo flew back to his shoulder. “You more than a demon or angel could ever dream of being.”

“I am both,” Patch inhaled a breath. “What caused me to place myself here in this man made hell.”

“You made me vow to allow you to figure out what happened,” Leo’s head hung low.

“My family lies within punishment with me,” Patch really was not speaking to Leo it was more of him thinking out loud. “Why would they bear punishment without a crime?”

“You committed a crime, just one you held justice in doing so.” Leo whispered.

“Leo, you are not helping.”

“Sorry,” Leo knew his words would cause frustration within Patch.

“How is Lilly?”

“Asleep yet dreaming of lights and you.”

“Good, you need rest, go lie down.” Patch order him to do so and he did. Leo would never disobey a command from Patch; only if he truly needed to do so.