Hi there, this is the last chapter of A father's desire...it was pretty intense for me trying to get the right feel for the characters, a last conversation between this two…I took a Zippo reference from a epalladino story, I found it fascinating….
It was a lot of work, but I really hope you like it.
Enjoy.
Sgt. Whitman was a heavy build soldier in his mid forties which had the awful habit of smoking cigar, he was the one that came with the idea of the name of Hellboy; but it was the baby charisma that really catch on with the squad, he was born to be a blue collar leader…a guy's guy… later on I gave Hellboy my Zippo so he could pretend to be cool while stealing yellow paper from my office pretending to be smoking, I was careless and his little misbehavior with fire cost me an office and almost a first heart attack…later we realize that he was fireproof…ever since that day he carries that Zippo with him…it is one of many little things.
-"I know that you feel conflicts inside my son"- Prof. Broom told him in whispers while holding his face, Hellboy had his eyes closed; Abe could fell the sadness creeping inside the room, he was swimming close to the glass and he felt a cold wave that wasn't physical, there was a lot of pain in the room and he couldn't tell from who, his Rubik's cube slipped from his fingers.
-"I tried to see her Father"- Hellboy told Prof. Broom in whispers.-"I guess I violated the rules"-Hellboy then added
-"Son, it wasn't our decision, it was hers alone… you have to respect that"- Loving is not about protecting the ones you loved, is about caring for what's best for them…even if that doesn't include you.
The glass that Hellboy was holding in his left hand suddenly explodes inside his fist and he opens his eyes angry and frustrated. "She could have a setback father…and…"
-"You want to be there if that ever happened"- Prof. Broom responded while retracting his arm so Hellboy can move… Hellboy was pretty shaken up; he stood up and began walking in circles around the room.
-"Yes, exactly"- Hellboy responded with determination in his voice.
-"Son I can't tell you what to do, the heart has reasons that the mind doesn't understand"- Dr. Broom responded peacefully to Hellboy.
-"You're telling me that I have to let her go?"- Hellboy countered with an ironic tone.
-'"Leaders make decision based upon the need of the group, they don't enforce their own"- "One day you will understand this" told Prof. Broom obviously aggravated by Hellboy lack of self control.
-When father may that be? - Hellboy skin had turned fiery red.
-When you become a man- Prof. Broom responded while raising his voice.
Hellboy didn't know what to say…He felt like an entire building collapsed over him… he took a piece of his black t-shirt to wrap it around the bloody hand and carry the wet overcoat and gun holster in his right hand.
A second later the library alarm started to buzz… Tom Manning and the agents have arrived after a night of chasing a ghost.
-"Sorry father"- Hellboy said in almost inaudible tone, "I'll be leaving now" he said on a higher tone, there was no sarcasm in his voice now.
-"Security protocol has been breached agent Hellboy, you're confined to your quarters until further notice"- Prof. Broom added in an impersonal yet professional tone…It was a formal reprimand from a superior officer.
Hellboy quickly left the room and Abe approached the glass…there is something odd sensed Abe, Prof. Bloom life force seems to be quickly diminishing, like his life is drawn out of him… he feels impotent to help him, but knows that probably can't.
Prof. Broom felt a sharp pain coming from inside his chest; he looked up at the statue of the Archangel while praying for just a little more time. The pain started to diminish and he was able to breathe a little better now… His forehead was sweaty and his palms were shaking, it'll be over soon he told himself, he looks for his crucifix in his vest pocket….he wraps it around his right hand.
He sat on the couch…he hold the cane firmly and closed his eyes in despair. He fears like every father before him, to leave his son alone in this world, only his tears and the statue were witnesses of the Professor final prayer.
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