The End
Luke sat in his room on his bed. It was silent in there, not a single voice or sign of humanity could be heard. It was…nice. He let his bare feet touch the cold wooden floor, and he just watched them. They didn't seem to him like they were actually a part of his body, but they moved when he told them to and he felt cold when he pressed them to the floor.
He shut his eyes tightly and let the darkness envelope him. He felt almost at home in the darkness. It wasn't exactly a place that he wanted to call home, but he felt like he fit in. He was comfortable identifying with the darkness. Because he was a murderer of many. The darkness within the light.
Luke half expected to see only pitch black when he opened his eyes, but there was a dull blue glow lighting the room. He stood up and pulled the blinds closer together. He didn't want to see the sun today.
He fell back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling, wondering. If Tear hadn't decided to kill Van that day… If Luke had let the fear take over him at the moment, to step backwards rather than forwards…to just let Tear kill Van… If Guy had stayed in Malkuth, rather than seek out his revenge.. So many 'ifs'. But none of those things happened. And that's why Luke was here now. Dying. His fonons rapidly separating. His body literally falling apart.
He rolled onto his side and looked at his hand in front of his face. It was smooth and solid. It looked just like any other teenagers' hand might look. No one would guess that it was the hand of a dying replica. Not even his friends had guessed that he was going to die (although, it was inevitable that Jade would find out).
Was he alright with it? He had saved an uncountable amount of lives through this… He should feel proud. But he felt sick. He felt like he had lost somehow. The thought had never hit him like it did now… He was going to die. Slowly, perhaps painfully. The thought made him more than a little nauseous.
He was scared of death. The blood running through his veins pumped ice cold blood, invading his entire body with it's poisonous fear. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his teeth began to chatter. He didn't want to die. There were still so many things he had left to do. There were so many people he wanted to stay with... Tear.... He wouldn't be able to stay with Tear. He wouldn't be able to care for her, or love her... And Asch. He had wanted to set things right with his original, but now... There wasn't enough time. There was no time for that...
But once Van was defeated, his friends would be safe. That was enough to calm Luke's mind. He would finally be able to give Guy, who has fought so hard for him, time to relax. He didn't think Guy ever had had time to relax before in his entire life. And Tear, beautiful Tear, she would finally be able to finish the mission she started.
Luke had just one more thing to do before he could die. He had to make it… For his friends. He had to do this. If it was the last thing he would ever do…
