Gone
Title: Gone
Genre: Angst/Romance
Pairing: Luke/Ethan
Rating: T- for slash, implied violence, and because I have a naughty mouth
Summary: Ethan still remembered the old Luke. He remembered the Luke he loved, but that Luke was long gone by now.
Notes: Anti-slash flames will be laughed at. If you don't like the pairing, why did you read the story?
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Ethan couldn't process that this had happened.
It was wrong, and it hurt like hell.
Luke had done it. He had let Kronos take over his body and his mind to turn him into some sort of...monster. Ethan couldn't believe that it had happened. The Luke he had known would never have agreed to such a fate.
But he had, and it was so, so wrong.
'Dammit!' Ethan hollered, punching a tree.
He was alone in the forest near the camp of the Titan Army.
Even if he was in ear-shot, though, no one would have bothered to see what had happened to the stupid young demigod with only one eye. No one but Luke ever cared, and now Luke was gone.
Ethan hated that word. Gone. It was so final, so curt, so cruel.
But it described things perfectly. Luke was lost, Kronos was found.
Ethan missed the old Luke, with his kind blue eyes and the scar on his cheek that simply made him look stronger. That Luke had been perfect. That Luke had been the one Ethan had loved.
Luke was the one that had kissed Ethan first. It was short, simple, and Ethan had found himself very confused.
But he didn't care. Luke...he had loved Luke, but there was no one left to love.
Yet, Ethan couldn't bring himself to do what he wanted to. He had made a mistake by joining Kronos' army. He wanted to kill the bastard and end it.
But every time he looked, Ethan saw Luke. Luke, Luke, Luke.
Luke was gone though. He was Kronos, and there was nothing left of his soul.
Yet Luke's body was there, and Ethan couldn't bring himself to kill Kronos because of that.
He didn't hate Jackson because they were on different sides. He hated him because he could try to kill Luke (no...Kronos) without remorse. Ethan couldn't.
Ethan still remembered the old Luke. He remembered the Luke that he loved, but that Luke was long gone by now.
Gone.
Ethan would always hate the word.