Somewhere Out There

Pripyat Soul · 01-04-2011, 12:18 AM

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Noah seemed to consider Pripyat's inquiry and the boy wasn't too pleased with the man's answer. Nothing Good. Ocean eyes searched the other's face, waiting for further explanation and he was not disappointed. Rape, murder and all sorts of sins and injustices seemed to lurk out across the waters, or so Noah reported. His credentials he gave, he had come from somewhere outside Phoenix Valley, somewhere across the ocean perhaps. And his words made him think of the unpleasant lady in Inferni. She had been hostile for no reason really, and if she could treat him so there really was little keepings others from treating the innocent worse.

Phoenix Valley was nothing like that. It was nothing like Inferni, which a dark cloud seemed to hang over. The Valley was a sanctuary, not just to him but to many it seemed. Everyone he came across in the Valley was pleasant and kind. Many of them seemed to have past baggage, but they were healing here. Even those who did not live in the Valley healed here, Bindu had gone but Pripyat could remember the strange girl who had boarded in the ranch house for many nights. It was hard to imagine wanted to be outside the haven, out where bad things could happen, but even Noah's description of all the awful things that could happen did not make Pripyat want to stay inside the comfort of Phoenix Valley forever.

“Maybe all those bad things happen out there because there is no one willing to stop them?” Surely there were more good guys than bad guys out there. More heros than villains. Or maybe there were just more ordinary people than villains. Maybe they needed a hero. Pripyat thought about peace keeping between the packs again, but maybe that wasn't enough. They could keep peace between each other, but they would really have to start caring about one another to expel all the cruelty from the world. They would have to come to the aid of one another. Or they would have to support those who did. Maybe Pripyat could be one of those good guys. One of those heros.

“Have you ever done anything really great? Like saved someone or anything?” Perhaps it was a strange question to ask, but Noah was patient and the boy liked to listen to the man speak. And the man didn’t seem to mind, so Pripyat saw nothing wrong with opening up to the grizzled man as much as he wished. In a way, perhaps because of their scars, either on their bodies or on their souls (it was perhaps their past that made them such good listeners), Noah reminded Pripyat of Jefferson, and it was a comfort to talk so easily to the adult.

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