Hide or Seek

The person was there and was stronger than ever and killing everyone and everything around me. We took the battle into the sandy field, and there we fought. I hit the person, and the person hit me. Over and over, we hit each other. We fought for hours on hours. I still could not see who the person was. We had gone all over this field of brown sand, up one hill and down the next. We found ourselves in an area with quicksand pits. I had gotten the upper hand and was able to knock this person into one of them. The person began to sink into the sand fast. I started to walk away because I had won. I turned to see the person sinking deeper and deeper. The person cried out for mercy and asked me to save them. In a moment of compassion, I did. I had finally recognized the person was a male. I reached my hand out and took his, and his face was covered with the wet sand. I pulled with all the strength I had left, trying to save him now. Knowing that he could still try to kill me, I helped him anyway. I pulled him out to where he was safe, and we lay there totally exhausted. We could hear each other breathing so hard. No words were spoken during this time.

Well, it was time to face this person I had come to fear my whole life. This was the one that had been trying to kill Bubby. While talking, I asked why he was trying to kill me. He told me he had felt the pain of the little boy and mine so long he wanted to help stop it, and the only way he knew how was to put Bubby to rest. I cried and was dumbfounded that this was the only way he thought he could help.