Faith
By Alone Dreaming
Rating and Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Warnings: None.
Author's Note: Finally, something I can write that doesn't need to be double spaced, turned in and graded.
His Mom had faith in God and his Dad had faith in their Mom. Therefore, for the first few years of his life, his Dad had faith in God. As a child he had faith in what his parents saw fit so when his mother leaned over his bed, pressed a kiss on his forehead and said, "The angels are watching out for you, my dear," he believed her.
"Never lose faith," she whispered. And put the seed of belief in his heart.
Then his Mom died in a fiery murder and his father lost the thing he had faith in. Suddenly, there was no more going to church, or saying prayer at night or giving praise for the good things in life. God became a myth and the demons Mom said God protected people from became glaringly real. While proof of evil piled up in front of him, proof of good faded away. Instead of being a soldier in a war for good with thousands of crusaders and an all powerful being on his side, he was a mercenary for necessity alone except for his family. Life proved to him that faith in the unseen got you killed. The seed that had burrowed into his heart slowly began to dry up, until there was nothing there but a husk. He didn't have time, patience or even, proof that such a seed could help him. The only things he could believe in were the things that were there, palpable and available. Fairy tales, make believe, angels, God were for special people who were meant for more, who could focus on other things than what was necessary.
So, one night, bent over his sleeping brother's bed, he whispered, "Never lose faith, Sammy, for the both of us," and he transferred the seed to Sam.