He lay sleeping. Peacefully. The night still, the air is calm and not a sound made. He had Rachel in his arms. Was a typical night sleep. Nothing eventful throughout the entire day.
But as many know there is no such thing as a truly peacefully night....
He rolled over. Eyes shutting tighter. His breathing slowly began to deepen. His body perspired. Mild twitching, then to slow movements of the leg. Then legs and arms. Then slowly add the head. He sat up breathing heavily and sweating profusely.
He headed for the bathroom. He propped himself up over the sink. He turned the water on and had it mixed between hot and cold water. He put his hands together to make a hand cup, dipped them into the water then splashed his face.
He looked into the Mirror? He could always see into his own soul. See the darkness that would probably one day consume him. He wiped his face down with a hand towel then held his neck.
He looked to the shower and thought why not. So he undressed and got into the shower. He stood under the water, steam rising from the water and the surface of his skin. A hand placed itself upon the wall.
Tilting his head down to let the water run over it. Every droplet that hit him echoed in his mind. Each time he heard one hit his head, he imagined them as a ripple in a lake. Ripple that soon created vast storms that consumed until it was gone.
He opened his eyes slowly and watched the water hit the floor. He tilted his head back and ran his hands over his face. He began to wash off and such.
What was troubling him so badly? Was it trying to be a better father then his old man? Or was it trying to figure out how to be a good father.
He looked into the glass and saw his father?s face, grinning evilly as if waiting for Gabriel to fail. He placed his hand upon the glass and rubbed it over the image. He then looked to his hands as he focused some of his energy there.
The dark aura swishing around his hands, small holes tearing through the darkness as water hit it. He noted how it drained all color from his hand?.As if it encased his hand in a pure blackness.
He let the powers dim and finally fades to nothing. His hand still there, water dropping and rolling off his hand, and more so rolling down his body, he asked himself who he really was.
Can one man take on so much?Do so much that he could never be forgiven for?Spill so much blood in his youth?Have hands so filthy that they can?t become clean again? Well that was one thing he would have to find out. But for now he must stay the course?Learn and grown?
But as many know there is no such thing as a truly peacefully night....
He rolled over. Eyes shutting tighter. His breathing slowly began to deepen. His body perspired. Mild twitching, then to slow movements of the leg. Then legs and arms. Then slowly add the head. He sat up breathing heavily and sweating profusely.
He headed for the bathroom. He propped himself up over the sink. He turned the water on and had it mixed between hot and cold water. He put his hands together to make a hand cup, dipped them into the water then splashed his face.
He looked into the Mirror? He could always see into his own soul. See the darkness that would probably one day consume him. He wiped his face down with a hand towel then held his neck.
He looked to the shower and thought why not. So he undressed and got into the shower. He stood under the water, steam rising from the water and the surface of his skin. A hand placed itself upon the wall.
Tilting his head down to let the water run over it. Every droplet that hit him echoed in his mind. Each time he heard one hit his head, he imagined them as a ripple in a lake. Ripple that soon created vast storms that consumed until it was gone.
He opened his eyes slowly and watched the water hit the floor. He tilted his head back and ran his hands over his face. He began to wash off and such.
What was troubling him so badly? Was it trying to be a better father then his old man? Or was it trying to figure out how to be a good father.
He looked into the glass and saw his father?s face, grinning evilly as if waiting for Gabriel to fail. He placed his hand upon the glass and rubbed it over the image. He then looked to his hands as he focused some of his energy there.
The dark aura swishing around his hands, small holes tearing through the darkness as water hit it. He noted how it drained all color from his hand?.As if it encased his hand in a pure blackness.
He let the powers dim and finally fades to nothing. His hand still there, water dropping and rolling off his hand, and more so rolling down his body, he asked himself who he really was.
Can one man take on so much?Do so much that he could never be forgiven for?Spill so much blood in his youth?Have hands so filthy that they can?t become clean again? Well that was one thing he would have to find out. But for now he must stay the course?Learn and grown?