The Angel's Humanhood

3. The Deadly Ignorance

Munching over the snack provided by the angry stranger, Wahag realized that he will have to eat again and soon.
It was completely dark around him now.
We need shelter. The voice said to Wahag.
"Are you some guide?" Wahag said to the voice, but there was no reply.
We need to move now! The voice urged.
"Okay, it speaks only when it likes," Wahag said to himself as he got to his feet.
Growl. An animal sound came from a distance.
"You gotta be kidding me."
Run, you idiot!
Wahag didn't realize that being a human required that much running.
We need a place to hide.
"I need a place to hide, you are just a voice in my head," Wahag said between heavy inhales.
Everything was dark around him.
You are running aimlessly.
Wahag stopped and took few turns around himself hoping for any sense of direction, but he decided away from whatever feral creature was chasing him was the best direction.
Find a place to hide!
"Shut up! If you are not going to say anything useful then shut up!" His chest was burning from the heavy breathing, his nose and throat were becoming raw and dry. He just wanted to throw up, even though he had no idea what that meant.
Suddenly he tripped and fell face first to the ground. The ground was damp and unpleasant. But the fall was not all useless, he looked at his feet and realized that he tripped over a metal bucket.
There must be a barn close by.
Wahag got up and squinted for any sign of light, and luckily, he spotted a tiny one probably coming from a gas lamp.
It was faint, but it was all the hope he needed to start running again.
He reached the source of light; it was a very weak lamp hanging on the front door of a hut.
Wahag knocked with urgency, "Hello, anyone home?" He didn't know what to say if someone came to the door. In his years of watching humans, he knew that they seldom help anyone and are very weary of one another.
If we stay out here, we will die. The voice said.
"What do you want me to do?" Wahag was frantically knocking at the door.
Suddenly, the door opened, and he fell forward into a dark room.
This was a bad idea.
"You think?" Wahag mocked in a whisper.
"Who are you talking to?" Wahag felt a something cold and sharp poking his back from where the hoarse voice of a woman was coming.
"No one, it's just a voice in my head," Even Wahag, with his lack of human experience, knew that saying that didn't put him in the best light, "I mean... I was talking to myself."
The sharp object dug into his back, "Close the door."
Don't do it.
I will not fear humans. They are not worthy of my fear. Wahag said in his head.
He turned slowly and closed the door. As soon as he heard the door making a clicking sound, he felt a cold mist blowing on his face.
We are in trouble. The voice said as they both faded away.
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Wahag woke up groggy and couldn't move his body at command. He thought to himself, maybe I am dead. I must have done well if my soul is not tortured.
We are tied up, you idiot. The voice corrected.
Wahag opened his eyes wide to find himself in a room without windows and tightly tied up to a chair.
"Are you up?" A somewhat familiar voice said from behind him.
"Yes," he nodded, not sure if he should have answered.
"Good," the word was followed by an object flying and hitting the side of his head.
The angry small woman from the night before was now standing in front of him in a hoodie. She pulled him by the collar, "I told you not to follow me!"
"I didn't," Wahag said with disgust.
"Then what is it this time? If you were a thief, you would probably be the dumbest I've ever met," she pushed him back in his seat at the last word.
"Don't compare me to your filthy kind. I would never," he said with a harsh tone.
"My filthy kind?" She exclaimed with a mix of confusion and amusement. "Joza, he is all yours. I think he knows something," the small woman yelled with a knowing smirk from under a hoodie that she has been wearing since he met her the night before.
A small trap door opened in the ceiling of the room and a set of rope stairs dropped from them. The rope struggled under the heavy descend of a round creature covered in rags.
When it reached the dirt ground, he realized it was an old woman.
Is she supposed to be scary? What is she going to do? Cook for me?
Wahag couldn't help but snort at the voices comment.
"Oh, you find this funny, skinny boy?" Wahag recognized the hoarse voice from the night before.
"I don't fear you. And I will not fear you," Wahag challenged.
"Oh, but you should," the old lady had a gleam in her eyes that sent a shiver down Wahag's spine. He didn't know that was possible. He swallowed but his throat was desert dry.
Humans were notorious for torturing one another. They sometimes even cause themselves harm just to hurt another person.
Inner voice thing, do you have any ideas? Wahag said in his mind. But he could only hear himself taking shallow breath.
Joza was about to say something, but the trap door opened again and hushed giggling filled the room.
Joza looked up at the hatch and glared for a second before saying, "I told you to stay away when we have strangers! Do you want to be taken again! Wait till I come up there!"
The old lady half started to climb back up.
"Akh, whatever, just bring him some food and tie him up well. We can't let him go anywhere," she said to the small woman who looked disappointed.
"But Joza! This is not how we rehearsed!" She protested.
"Rehearsed, shmehershed, go grab some food."
I am so confused.
"Now, you talk?!" Wahag said to himself without bothering to attempt to whisper.