Please, Please, don't leave me, we can get out of this, I know we will. Claus is waiting, and so is daddy. I know you are strong, as strong as the mountain...
No please, I promise I will do better, make you proud. I promise I will do the dishes and walk boney everyday.
I beg you mother
Mother? Mother?
Can you hear me?
MOTHER!
...
"Ouch..." Lucas slowly opened his eyes, as sunshine, rainbows, punctured his eyesight. 'What a dream that was.' Lucas thought in his head.
As he regained his consciousness, he noticed that something was IN front of his view, two figures, two figures that probably wasn't there standing before he fell in his beauty nap. They had dirty blond hair, off brand sand goggles, and unsurprisingly, armed with baseball bats. As far as he could tell, they were relocating his stuff, to their bags. How immature.
Even though their facials were masked thoroughly by sand goggles, Lucas could tell they weren't here to give him a friendly hello.
"Oi, kid, you done fucked up ma..."
Just as expected.
Thieves, how original, Lucas thought. In all honesty, he couldn't be asked to listen to what they were saying. You know what they say, its better to act then to talk a thousand words.
"Ya listening Filthrat? I told ya to take your c..."
Alright, look, I know how tough the times can be for all of us, but these thieves are no chill. A bit love should do the job just right.
Lucas slowly ascends from his sitting position. He turned his neck to face the two thieves, to show respect, in a exceptionally ironic way. His face showing less fear, and more annoyance.
"I tald ya Samit, j'st swing ya bat and let it do the rest, simple logics."
Before the two men could say anymore, lucas finally decided to talk, in an oddly taunting way. "Do you really have no better thing to do, other than to harass a kid mindin his own business?"
Shocked they were, the duo were surprised to hear the young boy talking back. This definitely wasn't the expected situation for them.
"Big Mouth for a slim kid, alrighty then, Lets see how ya babbling head reacts to my batty, which will be up ya batty soon enough'." Both of them now holding their bats like a batter, ready for combat.
To a unknowing bystander (Which there were none), this would be a blowout for the young boy, innocent and unarmed. As much as a weakling Lucas looked like he was, he had some tricks up his sleeves. In fact, Some would be an understatement.
"May the beyond have mercy on your soul." Lucas said softly, so soft his opponents couldn't hear. He then whispered things that would seem like mumbling to others, but to him, he knows what's up.
A streak of pentagons that somewhat resembled rainbows are casted onto the skies above Lucas' head. After reaching max size, the shapes, now shaped like blades, comes crashing into the two punks. The sight was a gruesome yet colorful mess. He could see the sight of blood spilling from the visible cuts on the skin. Besides the awful screeching that came from his victims, he was proud of what he saw. Not that he was pleased by it or anything, he wasn't a murderer or anything.
It was after the screaming ceased, Lucas suddenly realized what he had done.
Just in the past 10 minutes.
He killed someone.
And he was the murderer.
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I will hopefully include Ness in the next chapter oof
