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SINS OF THE FATHER.....Hang on to your seat..you're going for a ride!!!! Pammierose |
I know this is long, but hang in there till the end, it is worth it!!!!!
The Sins of The Father
Cheap whiskey was his life. The streets were his playground. The clothes he wore, were wrinkled and his hair disheveled. Sitting there motionless on the corner, it was easier for the passersby to place some change in his cup or a dollar in his lap as opposed to stop and offer him real help.
"Get off the street you bum!" He heard from a passing car. He looked up to see the face of indifference and guilt as the motorists turned the corner.
The Cop on his beat walked briskly passed with no eye contact. He had grown indifferent, desensitized by his job. Thousands each day passed him in the busy street as they went about their busy jobs. No time for a derelict. No time for humanity. The only person stopping to help was The Men Of God and they had selfish reasons. Being such an expedient world meant there was a shortage of souls in heaven. Did you know there's a quota on souls saved? No one cared: No one dared ask him his story. No one but him.
As he bent over to add a few things to his cup, The man asked "What has led you to this life Old Man?"
Looking up in the strangers eyes, He said "Go away, I don't need a lecture!"
"No lecture here old man. I just thought you had a story to tell!" The stranger offered. "I have some free time to listen."
The old man mumbled to himself and sounded quite insane. Then he blurted out "You cant have my soul. Go get your own. It's all I have left." And with that, he turned facing another direction.
As the stranger walked around into his view again he offered "Well, I just thought you might need to talk!"
"Talk? Why would I talk to you, you callous snob?" The old man replied.
The stranger thought for a second and added "Because I am here and I'll listen!"
The old man looked up into the stranger's eyes. He was dressed quite neatly and something about his demeanor told him the stranger had a great peace about him. He sensed that he was sincere and meant well.
"You don't have enough time to listen young man. Go about your business but thanks for asking." Then the old man went about raving again as if he talked to another there. The young man looked behind him but there was no one there. As he turned back to the old man, he placed his hand on his shoulder.
"I have plenty of time. I'm off work already. Do you want something to eat? A cup of coffee perhaps?" He asked.
The derelict replied "Yes, but they wont let me in their anymore."
The young man took him by the arm helping him rise and without uttering a word they entered the coffee shop. The cook behind the counter looked at him and yelled.
"I thought I told you to stay out of here you bum." Screamed the cook.
The stranger turned to look at the cook all the while seating the old man. The cook looked into his eyes, froze a second then turned back to the meal he was cooking. He never uttered a word after that.
The waitress came, took their order and left quickly. Conversations abounded all around them and it made the old man's head spin. He felt trapped by people and inside he felt like running and screaming from the society he had entered. Outside there was chaos. You could count on one thing from chaos: Change. That in itself was constant and provided stability to an otherwise insane world. It gave him peace knowing that his misery would change shortly into another one. He always had hope that his next minute would be better than his last. It never worked out that way though. Each was the same but that in itself gave him a peace of sorts.
The waitress brought the pair a cup of coffee and split just as quickly. The old man soon felt trapped by the coffee shop and started to rise but the stranger grabbed his arm.
"Sit still. I will protect you." That gave the old man a sense of being: A purpose. For the time being he had a place. He was rooted and no harm could befall him. He sipped his coffee as the stranger spoke to him.
"I can offer you something, old man. I can offer you your life back."
"No one can do that. I am lost. I have been lost ever since..........." and he paused.
The stranger asked "Ever since when? What happened?"
The old man's head began to spin again. Inside visions of his broken past emerged. He no longer knew what part of it was real or what part of it was the result of years of abuse that the bottle had ravaged on his mind. He placed his hands on his ears and shook his head back and forth.
"No! NO!" He cried. "Leave me alone!" This he cried out to the voices now resounding in his skull as well as to the stranger. "I don't want to relive again."
"The stranger took his hand in his and said "Let me help you old man. Tell me your pains!"
That's when he broke down. All of the past rolled from his lips and the stranger listened intently. It seemed he did indeed care.
"I deserted my family. I had two young boy's years ago. My wife was good to me at first but after a few years my business failed and she grew bitter. I couldn't take it anymore so I left and left no reason why. I just couldn't take it anymore. My children then were about 3 and 4. Oh how they must have grown up bitter towards me after all the years."
He began to ramble after that reciting all his wrongs. The stranger listened and the old man felt a sense of comfort in his presence. They ate soup together and finished their coffee. Then the stranger placed enough money on the table to account for the bill and a sizable tip. They left the coffee shop together strolling down the now night time streets. Neon lights illuminated the night sky and the streets had taken on a new demeanor. Prostitutes walked the corners and the store front barkers now sold flesh. Each one touting that his club had better and younger girls than the last.
The old man looked at the stranger. "I must go now. It is not safe at night for me. Around here I have been beaten up a lot and so I have a place I hang out to sleep."
The stranger looked at him "Well, I'll walk you there then. Cant have that."
The old man turned walking down the alley, the stranger following. It was dark there and as they walked the stranger began to ask questions.
"What was your son's name?" He asked.
"Uhhh, I believe it was Josh. Yes, Josuah!" He replied proudly having remembered it. "He was a bright boy. He'd probably be about your age now. As a matter of fact he could be you. He even had blond hair like you do. Or at least that's how I remember him. The other boy was a year younger than him. His name was Jacob."
They paused a second hearing a noise ahead in the alley. It was a trash can lid moving. Then someone came walking towards them from the cover of darkness. The kind stranger stepped in front of the old man as the menacing figure approached. Only his silhouette could be distinguished in the dark: That and his eyes. The old man cried out.
"It's my past."
He looked at the figure approaching him. The eyes appeared in the dark with a threatening red hue to them. Then as he approached closer they began to glow more red and ominous.
"That's not your past old man. That's just a vagrant too."
The old man followed closely behind the stranger until the threatening figure stopped blocking their path. He looked up his eyes still red and asked: "Is that him?"
The kind stranger turned and backed away from the old man. He looked into his frightened eyes and responded "Yes, That's the one that deserted us."
As the old man looked at his friends face his eyes too began to glow red and he froze in panic only moving to back himself into the wall out of protection.
The strangers both advanced on him and the one friend he had made that day plunged his hand into the chest of the old man. The blood of his father at first squirted from his chest then oozed out on the sleeve of the stranger. He looked into his sons eyes still glowing red with revenge.
"I'm sorry son. I'm sorry!"
The stranger closed his hand forcefully crushing his fathers heart. He watched as the light disappeared from his eyes and the body slumped on his strong arm. Then still looking into the dead man's eyes replied "I don't want your excuses, father."
He tossed the body into a pile of debris nearby then turned looking at his brother. His brother tasted the blood on his hands. Then the large wings of fallen angels spread behind the pair and they disappeared into the night. Only the flapping of their wings broke the silence.
Hugs...Pammierose |
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| Alias | Date | Reply |
| Lady*Luck |
8/19/2004 1:38:00 PM |
Whoa...that sent goosebumps through me.. |
| PrincessJen |
8/19/2004 1:39:00 PM |
I dont know if i like this story..lol It seems kinda sad |
| Pammierose |
8/19/2004 1:47:00 PM |
Hahaha Hi LL, I know ;) Awww it's ok Jen, it's only fiction. Hugs, |
| KatieBugsMom |
8/19/2004 2:28:00 PM |
wow. that was sad. -Lindsay |
| KatScan |
8/19/2004 2:37:00 PM |
such hate and anger...Im glad that this is in horror and is fiction... |
| 6655321 |
8/19/2004 3:34:00 PM |
wow...that was crazy but really good. thanks for posting.-PsYcHoTiCbEaSt |
| Royal Furriness |
8/19/2004 7:23:00 PM |
Very sad and depressing I dont know how to feel about this one i am lost for words |
| Apy |
8/20/2004 2:59:00 AM |
Awesome story! :) |
| jUbY |
8/20/2004 6:07:00 PM |
didn't expect that. i actually thot the stranger would be an angel given a human form to help the man out. meh. good story tho! =) |
| TinaPooh |
8/22/2004 4:51:00 PM |
Wow. That's so sad. Turned out different than what I thought it would. BeeBop |
| Chella |
10/28/2004 10:00:00 AM |
I'm Lost..LOL |
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