SUMMARY: AU, 3 years later. Lucas took an unexpected turn in his life which is revealing him to be a new and "improved" Lucas Scott. Brooke Davis didn't fulfill her dreams either, but fate is about throw them into something they both never expected. Insane twists.
EEEK! Okay, so this is my first chapter of my first story and I've had this idea for a while now but I never really put the pieces together until tonight when I felt a bit of boredom, but one hell of a lot of muse. Now, for future chapters the story is going to be very graphic with violence, profanity and sex. I think I just heard a few excited screams from Brucasers everywhere. ;3 It was especially hard categorizing this story as well, it is a TAD bit of a Cross-over so you'll have to have seen House of Wax and The Hitcher to get a few parts, but for the most part it will be explained to the best of my ability. May I just take this time to say thank you to anybody who reads and reviews - sooo tell me if you'd like me to continue on or not! I can promise MUCH more Brucas lies ahead. Ah, aren't you excited? x3 ENJOY!
"Well I have a question to ask you, but before you give me an answer, I just want you to know there is a point to it, okay?"
Lucas looked at her a bit playfully skeptical at first, but managed a nod as he began to chuckle. "Okay."
"All right, umm. Imagine a future moment in your life where all your dreams come true. You know, it's the greatest moment in your life and you get to experience it with one person... Who's standing next to you?" Peyton asked with a hopeful smile.
Putting on a famous broody expression to muse her, his eyes found the court's pavement as interesting sight before he began to grin, "Mmm, Kate Bosworth."
"Shut up, I'm serious!" She barked through her own laugh.
"Ohhh, so am I." His smile spreading across his lips as he brought his head up to look at her tilting her head.
"Luke, come on! It could be anybody. Your mom, Haley.."
From behind the two, a voice interjected. "Your boy Skillz!" He suggested shrugging his shoulders as the two gave him a look before Peyton spoke once again.
"Who's it gonna be?"
Turning back to her, Lucas answered honestly and spoke the one person whose name was tattooed on his heart. "Brooke."
Three years later...
Fiancee? Not available. Muse? Non-existent. Friends? Missing in action. Emotion? Emotion... define 'emotion.'
Lucas Scott had drifted so far away from his goal to become the next best-selling American author. Nobody, not even his once-was best friend Haley, could have seen this coming. After Peyton turned down his proposal when he surprised her in Los Angeles - which he thought was a pretty damn romantic gesture - things seemed to go downhill from there.
Would he ever admit he went down the path of self-destruction because of Peyton Sawyer? Ofcourse not. The love he had for her had faded, just as the scar from Jimmy Edwards' stray bullet on her knee had. But it would not have been a scar, had Lucas not saved Peyton that day. It would have been another body, adding to the canvas of tragedy that Jimmy Edwards began, and Dan Scott ended.
The more he allowed himself to think about everything the two had been through, how hard he fought, how many people they hurt, and who they hurt - the more time he had to hate himself and the person he let Peyton turn him into. The Lucas Scott she needed him to be, rather than just, plain, Lucas Scott.
He didn't dwell on it anymore. Peyton hadn't crossed his mind since before Ambrose. Ambrose.
Post-Peyton, Lucas threw himself into more of the college crowd, meeting new people and branching out rather than crawling back into his tortured writer shell that everybody had gotten so used to him settling into. No, that wasn't going to be Lucas. Not anymore. As he did, he acquired an interesting group of new friends and the shock of a lifetime.
Lucas had a sister. Well.. another sister, aside from Lily.
Her name was Carly, and he met her in his journalism class. She was definitely a goofball, and as their friendship blossomed, she happened to even the new and improved Lucas Scott out. Carly brought a sense of calm in the storm whenever his now short temper and impulsive nature decided to make an appearance into their conversations. It was nice to have, but the two also went back and forth over some of the stupidest things.
Displaying their sibling nature before either even knew it. Lucas figured it out one night when the two were comparing notes on their life stories and she had time and time again, mentioned that her real father had been paying off her mother for years to keep quiet about her little surprise after a night of passion with the powerful Mayor of a small town in North Carolina.. Tree Hill.
Luke didn't know whether to burst out into laughter or blink, the shock that Dan had fathered three children from three different mothers and had been a shitty father to all of them. Way to go, Dad. He shook his head.
A fun weekend road trip to go see a college football game had taken a turn for the worst when the group of friends ended up in an abandoned, off-the-map town by the name of Ambrose. The town was being kept "alive" by two brothers that had presumably directed people off the interstate, murdered them and turned them into waxed artwork.
After escaping the deathly fate that four of their other friends had succumbed to, Lucas and Carly sat in the back of a hospital van. Mentally and physically exhausted, emotionally numb, and injured as the ambulance began to depart the ghost town.
Luke raised his hand to run the pad of his index finger over a cut he had on his temple, instantly grimacing as he hissed. His sister, who had found his shoulder to be quite a comfortable pillow, raised her head attentively and scolded his offending finger with a slight glare as she pushed it away from his skin.
"You keep touching it and it's going to get infected, Luke.." She mumbled up to him as her eyes drifted down to the camera he had taken from the evidence box right before they left. Wondering what story the tape would tell and if they would actually want to witness what it had to show. Maybe just one of Paige and Blake's sex tapes.. Carly sported a sad grin at the thought.
Ignoring Carly's warnings, the Scott's hand lowered to please her for a moment before it found a new territory to investigate – the stab wound to his thigh. He moved around the layer of wax that coated his jeans and bit his lower lip as he tried to move the material, soon giving up.
"Sheriff, ran the St. Claire family through CDIC. Trudy and the doctor didn't have two sons.. they had three."
Hearing the radios cross to the EMT Driver's, Carly paused at the message and instantly lifted her head up at she spotted an eerily familiar face sitting in the back of a pickup truck. Raising his head, the man who had helped lead her and Wade into the town flashed a bright smile and gave a wave to the fleeing van.
Her mouth agape as she watched helplessly, the view of him getting smaller and smaller before she choked out. "Lucas.." His gaze fell down on her. "There was ano-"
An explosion went off, sending the house and surrounding area where most of the officers were, up in raging flames. The two shaken victims felt the vibration of the earth, and were thrusted forward at the van's abrupt movement, the driver bringing it to a stop. Carly's soft scream somehow more earth-shattering than the explosion to Lucas as he fell to the floor along with her "What the fuck was that!" He shouted.
As if they hadn't been through enough already?
Carly's eyes remained attached to the back window in horror, too afraid to look outside at the damage she was sure the remaining brother had something to deal with. Hearing the passenger door open, Lucas glanced up in time to have a shotgun aimed at his head, the shooter's lips twisting into a sadistic smile while he held tightly onto set of chocolate locks in his fist.
"John Ryder." The man introduced himself almost breathless, his deep, cruel voice earning a small gasp from Carly as her eyes were now going back and forth between the gun he had on Lucas and his hostage that she was unable to see.
"Mind if a pretty girl joins you two?" He asked panting, yanking the head of hair to him as its' owner cried out while he thrusted her in the middle seat between him and the EMT. Lucas instantly felt as if his throat was dry as he met a pair of scared, hazel eyes.
"Pretty girl.."