The Professor had just got out of hospital. 10 stiches and a cast. All because of Luke. Well, technically Julian.
"So, Luke was told to come here and kill you," Clive said shortly. The nurse had insisted on cleaning up his head too.
"Yeah." They were back in the Professor's house.
"We need to get Julian to make Luke play the trumpet." Andrew said. Don Paolo nodded in agreement.
"Where would they be?" Andrew continued.
"Probably still down in the "future" London," Don Paolo said.
"We should go and get him as soon as possible." Clive said.
"You can't come Professor, cause of your arm" Don Paolo said. Clive acted shocked and staggered back.
"What's this? Don Paolo is CONCERENED about the Professor? It's madness!" He rubbed his eyes and looked around, "I must be dreaming,"
Don Paolo gritted his teeth and ignored him.
"Anyway, before I was so RUDELY interrupted. Julian isn't clever, he would still be down in the old London."
"Future," Clive corrected.
"Shut it. Anyway, Professor, are you sure you would be up to coming?"
"Yes I am coming," The Professor said sternly, "My arm may be in a cast but I am coming," Don Paolo shrugged.
"Ok,"
Later….
They stood outside the renovated Gilded 7 Casino.
"After you," Clive spat at Don Paolo,
"Ladies first," He hissed back. Andrew sighed and pushed past both of them. He opened the huge doors and disappeared inside. The others followed.
"Well, nobody's here," Clive declared, looking about. The Professor paused. He turned around and looked sideways at Don Paolo.
"Yes. No one."
"Well, well, well," They turned round quickly.
"Julian!" Clive said.
"Get them," Julian pointed at them.
"You won't get us!" Clive yelled. He gulped as a group of large, beefy, strong men emerged from the shadows.
"Really," Julian said, gesturing towards Clive and Layton's injuries, "I think I will,"
"Eep," Andrew backed away. Don Paolo didn't seem worried. The men lurched forward and grabbed them. Well, all but Don Paolo.
"Excuse me, you seemed to have forgot Donny here," Clive called out, nodding towards Don Paolo.
"I know I have," Julian grinned and walked up to Don Paolo.
"What's going on?" Andrew demanded. The Professor frowned.
"Thanks for leading them back here," Julian said to Don Paolo.
"My pleasure."
"Yes I see Luke forgot to finish them off,"
"Yeah, Clive stopped him,"
"Well, we can't have that can we? We'll have to make sure it doesn't happen again," Julian clapped his hands and the man holding Clive threw him into the wall. Clive didn't move.
"Clive!" Andrew yelled. Julian clapped his hands again.
"Luke! Come out here!" He commanded. Luke shuffled in. His eyes were dark and never ending, unlike the sea blue they used to be.
"Wait here a minute, the Professor looks as if he has something to say," He said once Luke was in the room.
"Stop this," The Professor demanded, "Its madness,"
"Ha, do you think because I got told off by you, I am going to undo Luke's curse? No. He's the perfect little slave. Does everything I tell him to do, don't you Luke?"
Luke's face was expressionless. Julian continued,
"And anyway, the trumpet it mine for keeps. My brother is dead,"
Don Paolo laughed.
"You're mad!" Andrew yelled.
"Go on Luke, finish them off." Luke walked briskly up to the Professor. That when he first noticed the knife in his pale hands.
"Luke," The Professor whispered, "This isn't you,"
For a spilt second, Luke's eyes turned back to the sea blue they once were.
"Help me…" He pleaded.
"Luke…"
Luke's eyes where black again. He raised the knife for a second time.
"Stop right there!" somebody yelled. All eyes turned to the figure at the door.
"You!" The Professor gasped!
A/N: Help! I was dying to write this, but now I don't know who the person should be! Help! Suggest someone this mystery person should be!
Suggest somebody! I mean it! It can be anyone. Even a character of your own creation. Go on, you know you want too…please?
