Finding Patch

Chapter 19

Finally! I'm seriously trying to work through this. I'm so very sorry. 

The eyes can play tricks on one to the point the mind actually believes what it sees. The eyes can send a falsified image to the mind. The story makes itself up as the sight before thee opens to the possibilities of the realization of probability of its own reality; reality of it all mimicking the mirrored images within the mind as it dances around the falsifications within the depths drawn out inside the labyrinth of chaos.

Chaos so controlled inside the windows of Hell. The Creator sees all there is before him for he is the master of the labyrinth within the chaotic Hell. Yet the mind knows of nothing for nothing matters and all exist to matter.

Life flourishes to exist within each intertwining domains and to grow into a new world. Life means so much more than what people give it correct for. There is no difference between lives. Each life holds an invisible thread to the next life. Each intertwining the threads with others building and developing new life.            

What is a life? Is it the air pushing into lungs, the heart beating? Would it be the personality of someone? What will be if the life we think we have only exists in some paradox universe inside someone else’s mind? Chase screamed out into the open darkness where Patch let him sit and change back to his human form. The Hell Hounds circled into a giant ball off his side. Shaking his head master? Patch said he was their master. How could he master over someone when he had no memory of it?

“Patch,”

“I am,” Patch look over the large valley towards the smaller area where his mate sat. “I am within reach.”

Chase nodded and took his word for it. There was no way possible he would question his mate now. Especially not after what his mate has been through with him. His eyes narrowed on the little winged man flying over the space between them, Leo was his name. Chase wasn’t for sure why but he knew Leo was a part of Patch as if Patch made the little winged man to help control his temper.

“I know Patch holds a temper, more like a rage.” Chase mumbled.

“If that’s what you want to call it my dear little wolf.” Patch mumbled back.

“Have I always been a wolf?” Chase curiously asked.

“Of course, you are made from the matter like all living things. Once you are created a certain way you cannot be uncreated that way unless you die.”

“But you said I was murdered,” Chase folded his arms over his body. “How is it I am still alive in this time?”

“Oh that is simple when you unlock my memories,” Patch teased.

Chase bit his lip as he tried to understand everything Patch was telling him. He did not understand how something to be if it was not to be to begin with. Yet it was possible for Patch was the creator, the creator of what was unknown to him however, he had all the answers within his mind.

He asked Patch how the Earth Clan played into this, Patch snapped at him to stay away from the Earth Clan. They were traitors, fifthly scum that needed his foot in their asses. Chase promised he would.

“Hmm Patch,” Chase watched as Tommy and Trent made their way through the thick black web like mess.

“Chase, clear the path for them and stop being the Lord of Torment for a moment. Trent is injured.” Patch began to walk over towards him when the fear struck Chase.

With his wide eyes and fear, the black web like mess cleared away instantly. Patch smiled and winked, Chase could not believe he created the mess. The Hell Hounds smelled the air as they became alert of someone walking towards the masters. Leo landed on Patch’s shoulder, Patch held out his hand for Chase to enter. Leaping high into the air and landing beside his mate, Chase looked around.

He was stunned about how easily he could project himself into the air to anywhere he wanted in the world. Yet the fear he held was present during all of this and it sung loudly to the world. The Hell Hounds knew when he was in fear and they reacted to it. They protected what was theirs and he and Patch was theirs.

“Just wait until I explain those are your creation,” Patch whispered and Chase gasped as Trent and Tommy finally made the last leg of the journey. “What happened to you?”

Trent held many little bruises over his arms, neck and a few on his face. Blacken flesh charred his left arm and tears tore at his right arm. Patch turned him around and ripped his shirt from his body, the wings underneath fanned out for the Creator to see the damage.

“Trenton, what happened to you?” Patch cradled the man to his chest and lifted him up with ease. “I sense this battle was different. Release the images to me; allow me to see the battle you’ve fought.”

“I lost,” Trent’s voice was barely auditable however, Patch heard him clearly.

“I shall prepare a bed for you,” Patch looked over towards the light, “Yes; there is where you shall lay until you are healed.”

His wings unfolded from his back and curled around Trent. The power in his legs caught the eye of Chase has he pushed him and Trent off the ground. Every muscle well defined to the very God like body he held. His massive wings cradled Trent to his body as if Trent was an infant in need of a mother’s care.

‘Caring, Patch is caring towards Trent,’ Chase watched Tommy nod and smile before he followed them to the lighted area Patch took Trent. ‘Trent gave in to him as if it’s always been.’

“It has,” Leo landed on his shoulder. “You must realize you’ve woken the master, the creator, the true Leo of Angel Blood.”

“Which means?” Chase snapped.

“You must waken your memories to free Patch for we need him now. Earth Clan attacked a member of Leo of Angel Blood; master shall not have a member of any attacking the Angels.”

 Chase narrowed his eyes, “Angels, yet something deeper.” His words were more towards himself than the little winged man on his shoulder, “How is it you know my thoughts?”

“Master since me over, he needs to care for Trenton. Your minds hold a link; you cannot hide a thought for the master.”

“Of course,” Chase let that sink in for a moment before asking, “Is Trent okay?”

“His skin is healing,” Leo, answered. The young wolf’s mind kept him interested more in what he was doing than what the master was doing with the angel.

“I think I’m going to go back with the Hell Hounds,” Chase turned around to find the Hell Hounds waiting at his feet. “Okay well then,” instead of following what the fight or flight response told him to do, he sat down and wiggled his way through the Hounds. They moved around him as if they knew what he was doing.

“They do,” he whispered to himself.

Chase knew then he had to uncover the hidden memories.

Top side the Earth Clan decided to awaken a new reigning demon, the Death Leo of Blood known to the creatures. To Patch he knows him as Brother.