Born With His Tattoo

The Battles Of The Minds

Human's POV

I stood in the middle of the sidewalk, watching as people walked past, left to right. Back and forth, most rushing to get to the next place. Others simply on their phones, no connection. Strangers stayed strangers as each didn’t care enough to help the other one out.

I begin to wonder when this happened. I begin to look back, to determine when all this started. I came up with nothing, deep down inside it happened in front of my eyes.

It happened slowly over the years, making me aware of the problems this has brought to us. 

While we were over booming countries or fixing their mistakes, our country fell apart. We come together when we are under attack, nothing else. It seemed like our problems came down to one thing, not just rights or greediness. 

I blame the lack of communication. People aren’t willing to open their minds or place themselves in the other’s shoes. 

Not very many people are willing to research the facts and know what’s happening in their own country. Most don’t care, they’ll be dead in so many years. They won’t have to face these problems anyways. 

That’s not the right mindset but that doesn’t stop them from having it. Everything is broken but little to no one is doing anything to change this but the people who are trying to make a difference aren’t getting the support they need.  

Here sixty-seven years old just sat in a room spying on the supernatural to come up with a plan of attack. To take away lives but do we really have the right too?

I, then again questioned the fact as to why I was here once again in the same position. I found myself acting like everyone else. 

I begin to doubt the fact that I was here for my freedom and safety, and more for what’s supposed to happen. I was supposed to be here, this was my job and my belief didn’t matter. 

By Evangeline’s words, I sought to find a better life. I still didn’t know everything. Maybe peace could come, or maybe I was overthinking and this was what I was supposed to do. 

I sighed before turning my back on the people, only to walk back into a room to determine these people's faith. Did they care though? 

I stepped into a room and took up my duty for the people. I took my seat at the same table as the others do. With that, others begin to file in. I promised myself I would listen to slightly more than I have.

“War.” 

That one simple word could change every single life caught in the crossfire. I begin to notice the flaws in not only my country but others. 

“We need to kill them off before they can kill us.” Another stated. 

“It should start with Evangeline. We are in this place because of her.” 

“I disagree,” I started pulling in my side. “this would have happened eventually and well she was the one this time.”

“So, you're saying we have too much freedom.” 

“No, that’s not what I’m saying,” I argued with the vampire. At this point, I didn’t understand why she was still here. This didn’t affect her. 

“I’m saying that it’s the state of mind. Yes, freedom might help but you can’t stop people from thinking what they’re thinking.” I continued on. 

“Kio, do you really think talking will solve everything?”

I rethought my stance, it’s hard to stand strong with your belief. I now understood why people were so quick to change their opinion. I used to promise myself never to do that, but here now as I stand, did I really want to earn enemies? I know that right isn’t always easy, but it’s not my fight to fight. I have seen what people could do if pushed, and I’m not willing to receive those consequences. 

“No, never mind. I guess Evangeline got into my mind. War is the only answer.”