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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jago" data-source="post: 6975125" data-attributes="member: 6855130">~ He didn't even know where he was going. San Francisco had always been his home, he knew these hilly streets and their patterns as if they were as simple as a single loop, and Luke had no clue where he was by the time he stopped running. He was tired. He was scared.He wanted to call his cousin and chew them out for everything. He wanted to call Vivian and ask if she was okay, or his mom and tell her how much he loved her. The panic was not subsiding, and his wheezing chest was only making it worse. He couldn't regain control, the world feeling like it was swimming in darkness that was coming to envelope him.Luke finally stumbled into an alley that looked safe ... enough, finally pressing his back to the brick wall and collapsing down. His lungs burned. His feet hurt from the shock of leaping down stairs. His mind kept trying to tell him that what he saw wasn't real, couldn't be real, but he knew it was.Was he haunted? Did killing his ... double, if that's what it was, did he awaken some type of curse? Was this all some horrible nightmare?Couldn't have been. He'd had nightmares before, but nothing had ever felt like this." Why ... why is this happening to me?" he lamented, burying his head in his hands.As he did so, he felt something in his inner coat. The package. The brown-paper wrapped package that had started all of this. With trepidation, Luke pulled it out, holding it before him. Was this the source of his woes? Was this why this night had completely gone to the pits? What was it ..?Luke had never looked at what he was told to deliver before. Not out of some professional courtesy, but because he knew he wasn't crafty enough to make the item look like it wasn't tampered with, and the people he delivered from and to didn't want others knowing their business. But now, now he didn't give a damn about courtesy or whether he would be shot for it.He needed to know. He desperately needed to know what this night was about.His fingers shaking, Luke used his nails to scratch away the paper wrapping, pealing it back enough to get in and tear open the package entirely. ~</blockquote>

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