Angel's Devils

Chapter 6: Parting

Heath sat on the damp soil too nervous to sleep. He watched the old man snore as he thought about different outcomes. Personally, he really didn’t want to think at all of what the different possibilities of them running away might be, but because he was so stressed all his mind could think of is what if he got caught.

“Don’t…” Avery mumbled in his sleep and Heath snapped out of his thoughts and stared directly at the troubled expression on the wise face. “Don’t take my son, please. Take me.” The look of sorrow upon his face made Heath look up at the closed top that had patches of sun rays peeking in. He could no longer look at Avery’s expression. He felt like it mimicked his thoughts in so many ways that he couldn’t explain. “Please don’t take my son,” Avery continued, “Let him go!” With a jolt the old man rose and was sobbing.

To his unfortunate lack of comforting abilities Heath sat clueless looking as the wise man sobbed. Then slowly, Heath crawled to Avery and placed an arm around the weak scrawny shoulders of his and softly murmured, “There, there.”

“They took him away!” Avery sobbed into his wrinkled thin hands, “They took my boy away, and I couldn’t do anything about it but hide! I’m a horrible excuse of a father.”

“No you’re not,” Heath said lifting his gaze from the thin man and looking across the hole.

“Yes I am!” Avery half shouted, “First I let my wife leave me, and then I let my only child get taken away.”

Heath was lost of words, for some reason all he remembered was his father ad how he abandoned them. He took his arm away rapidly and hugged his knees to his body. For the first time since he’s been running away, he realized how bad and corrupted things were. Their country was supposed to be the country where all riches were divided, where there were no rich and poor, where everything is equal. However, the truth was that there was a huge gap between the rich and poor, corruption in The Heads, and finally, his country has been invading other countries and corrupting them also, not only that, but enslaving the people and taking their riches away. Worse, his own country will take any young men and women indirectly by force to join the army.

“I’m a horrible man!” Avery wailed.

“We all are,” Heath muttered with bitterness, “Sadly we all are. When we see animals we call them beasts and savages, but for what? The truth is, we are the beasts and savages, we destroy, we kill, and we do anything for money and power. Isn’t that how the world is?”

“Wise words my boy,” Avery whispered wiping his tears away, “Wise words indeed. We create monsters in stories, but behind each story is a truth untold. Believe me, these monster stories and movies reflect indirectly to our corrupted society. One cannot wander around privately with their own business anymore, no; one is always being watched by the Big Men. Or what I believe; The Big One.”

Heath looked at him in confusion, “Isn’t that the same thing?”

A chuckle left Avery’s lips, “No.”

“I don’t understand?” Heath said smiling slightly. “The big One and The Big Men are almost the exactly the same except one is plural and the other is singular.”

“Is that what you think?” Avery looked at him amused, “Then I shall not tell you the other huge difference between the two, I will let you figure that one by yourself.”

“Why can’t you tell me now?” Heath asked slightly annoyed and curious.

“Ah,” Avery said shaking his head, “It won’t be the same if I tell you. I can’t explain it as well as you figuring it out yourself. I can answer questions about it later on, yes, but explaining, that I cannot do.”