~ " No ... no no no ..."
Luke sat there, his hands covered in the man's blood, consumed at the idea that he was looking at his veritable twin.
How? His father and mother were not exactly the type of people to have an affair. And even so, what was he doing here? In the middle of nowhere, this late at night? And where was Lola!?
He took in the dragon tattoo, trying to memorize it. It wasn't much, but it was the only thing he had to go on.
I have to get him out of here, he thought, I can't just leave him here. He needs a hospital, or ... something, just something!
Before he could even try and pick up the body, though, a cackle stiffened his spine and froze every muscle in place. He whipped his head around to try and see who, or what, was making such a noise, swearing under his breath while racing at what to do.
In the end, cowardice and fear won out: Luke combed through the grass to pick up his gun again, wincing at the fact that it had finally fulfilled its purpose, and took one last look at the body. His mouth moved as if to speak. To accuse? Apologize? Luke wasn't sure: no sound came out.
With the laughter ringing in his ears and a very palpable chill coating his skin, Luke took off away from that horrid place, trying to reach the Academy building and praying that Wo Yeh was still there.
This was not a normal delivery, not at all: his mind could not rationalize what it had seen, so all he could think to do was run.~
Luke sat there, his hands covered in the man's blood, consumed at the idea that he was looking at his veritable twin.
How? His father and mother were not exactly the type of people to have an affair. And even so, what was he doing here? In the middle of nowhere, this late at night? And where was Lola!?
He took in the dragon tattoo, trying to memorize it. It wasn't much, but it was the only thing he had to go on.
I have to get him out of here, he thought, I can't just leave him here. He needs a hospital, or ... something, just something!
Before he could even try and pick up the body, though, a cackle stiffened his spine and froze every muscle in place. He whipped his head around to try and see who, or what, was making such a noise, swearing under his breath while racing at what to do.
In the end, cowardice and fear won out: Luke combed through the grass to pick up his gun again, wincing at the fact that it had finally fulfilled its purpose, and took one last look at the body. His mouth moved as if to speak. To accuse? Apologize? Luke wasn't sure: no sound came out.
With the laughter ringing in his ears and a very palpable chill coating his skin, Luke took off away from that horrid place, trying to reach the Academy building and praying that Wo Yeh was still there.
This was not a normal delivery, not at all: his mind could not rationalize what it had seen, so all he could think to do was run.~
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