Fate

It was those lonely days when the Cruel-man met me in the wasteland.

By then I was used to the regular routine, the one my Last- born brother showed me when the warehouse was still the Old man scientist`s laboratory.

He met me in a spot my brother once took me to. He caught me crying, crying because I couldn’t hold onto reality.

The streets were full of blood, people were fighting for their needs and wants and I couldn’t do anything about it yet I wanted to save the world and its people.

“Every time we meet, there should be tears on your face. What`s the matter, young man?” asked the Cruel-man.

“Nothing I can`t handle, sir.”

“Don’t act tough, young man." he said, "Talk to me.” 

“Says a person who left me to death when I was weak and unable to act tough”, I said with attitude.

“I don’t care how you feel about me. What I know is that you currently need someone to talk to. You must thank God he brought you me.” He sai