Luke rode silently into the Whitetails, recalling what he had just done.

~Flashback~

Luke tried desperately to keep Lucy steady as he rode on. But something in the sky caught his attention. A set of parachutes were descending from the sky. Curiosity got the better of Luke, and he decided to see what it was all about. A few gunshot's erupted when the parachutes and whoever they were carrying landed.

Luke, out of precaution slowed down, until he seen a vehicle leave that area. Afterwords he sped to where he hoped whatever just happened, happened. In the middle of the small field, he found one of the last people he expected to.

John Seed.

All of his instincts were telling him to leave him for death. To let him rot for what he had done. But another part of him was yearning to help him. The part of him that accepted Joseph's teachings. The part of him that sorrowed for what John had suffered through. A part of him that wanted to tell him everything was gonna be alright.

Luke stood there warring with himself on what to do. Eventually he shook his head and lifted John.

"Come on... don't die yet." He told John. Luke felt like he was gonna regret his decision. Pulling him onto his bike and securing John to himself, he left for a small bunker he had found while trying to return to Fall's End. John had long since passed out, and his breath was weakening. Luke took notice of this and sped up as much as possible. Many times had come where he had almost fell over because of his own injury.

Arriving at the bunker he had to get passed the problem of getting John down there. Remembering the rope in his bag, he made a makeshift harness and slowly lowered john into the bunker, before descending himself.

"You... Have... Been... A... Royal... Pain in my ass, but it wouldn't have sat well with me if I just let you die. Now let's get those wounds taken care of." Luke slowly took of John's shirt and overcoat.

"What the hell am I doing?" Luke asked himself as he pulled out his first aid kit. Applying peroxide to a rag, he began to clean the wound, John grunted as he did so. Which was good, it meant he was still alive.

Applying pressure, he began to wrap Johns wounds in bandages.

Finally Finishing, he decided to go back to the church and retrieve John's book. Hopefully he didn't wake up while he was gone.

~Later~

As Luke climbed back down the ladder, he began to think about just how lucky he was that no one was in Fall's End. Now he just had to figure out how to get John back out of the bunker. Holding his mouth over John's mouth revealed that his breath had stabilized. Once again fitting the rope around him, he began the arduous task of lifting him out of the bunker. About halfway up, Luke began to feel blood leak down his back, signaling he had opened up his wounds again. Finally pulling John from the opening, Luke laid back on the grass, the light flow of blood seeming to slow again, Luke willed himself to stand.

"Starting to think, I should've just left you to die. Would've been easier. I just hope this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass." Luke then fixed John to himself again. The flow became a little faster as they drove.

Surprisingly enough to Luke, they were soon pulling up to Joseph's compound. Luke's vision had grown blurry. Two Peggies approached him on his bike, and he only motioned to the man on his back.

"My God, It's John! Get the Father!" The larger of the two shouted as he made his way to John. Quickly undoing the ropes, he noticed the large red stain that was still Growing on Luke's dingy white shirt.

"Just take him so I can go, I don't want to stay here any longer than I have to. The man only nodded as he carefully took John off of the bike as two people appeared with the stretcher, Joseph close behind them.

"Luke, do you know what you did." Joseph studied the man on the bike as he fought back a smile.

"God had given you the test of saving John," Joseph slowly held Luke's face in his hand's, and only then did he realize how cold he was, despite the Montana heat. "and you did."

Luke pulled away and began trying to turn his bike to leave. By now the world was a swirl of colors that seemed to be fading, and Joseph's compound was the last place he wanted to be when he passed out. He began pushing off the ground in an attempt to steady himself.

Joseph only watched as members of his flock rushed to his side when he and his bike collapsed, Joseph watched in horror as his blood slowly pooled around him on the ground. He quickly made his way over Luke and knelt down, ripping his shirt away. a portion of his flesh had been torn away, Joseph immediately realized that it had been Luke's sin.

John had told him Luke's sin when he let him go. John believed it was Sloth. Time would tell if he was correct. Joseph retreated back into the church to pray for both John's and Luke's well beings. Tomorrows sermon will be a special one.

~Morning~

Luke groaned as he slowly came to. His body was wracked with pain as he tried to recall the events of the previous day. Before he could fully recall everything, he was shook from his thoughts by the sound of bells.

Church Bells.

Luke quickly scrambled from his bed, ignoring his pain., grabbing his backpack, he noticed the clean white shirt that was on top. Looking at his own body. He found it wrapped in clean bandages, and missing his old shirt. Quickly donning the new shirt, he flung his bag over his back.

Quickly exiting the building, his suspicions were confirmed, he was in Joseph's compound. He quickly found Lucy parked next to the church.

Running over he was overjoyed to find that she was unchained, and seemingly untouched.

But before he could leave, He heard it. The song that had been in the back of his mind since he arrived at Hope County. The sound of Multiple people singing it.

"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me."

Luke found himself slowly moving towards the door, unable to stop. He hesitated as he stood, the inside of the Church had fallen quiet. As he pushed the door open, he found that almost all eyes had turned to him. In the back of the church, he could see the outline of who he assumed to be Jacob and Faith. Joseph had his back to him.

"When a man gives everything for his Country, his Family, and the Future of Tomorrow, and everything is taken from him by his Country, his Family, and the Mistakes of the Past, he truly has nothing left to give, and no one left to care. You had written that in this book." Joseph slowly turned to Luke, and in his hand was his journal. Faith stood and quickly made her way over to him, pulling him to the front.

"But you are wrong. You wrote this in a time of dire need. When you thought everything had been taken from you, and everyone had turned against you, you were wrong. God had never turned his back on you. His love had never been lost for you. God did not speak to you, because he was testing you." Joseph now stood face to face with Luke. Small sniffles could be heard coming from his flock. Faith hung from his arm with a look of sincerity dancing in her eyes.

But Luke, Luke stood there, disbelief and doubt written all over his face. Even now, Luke stood rigid, eyes scanning the people he could see, waiting for someone to lunge out and attack.

"No one will hurt you here. You are safe." He began to lead Luke to the front pew. Hesitantly, he sat down, with Faith doing the same next to him. That is where he stayed. Luke tried to ignore Joseph at first, but more and more, he began to listen.

Faith took notice when he leaned forward, and did Joseph, his face, filled with wonder and hope as he listened to the Father. Faith hoped that being here would show Luke what they were trying to do. The people that they were trying to save.

When it was over Luke seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in, and he quickly made his way out the door. Joseph followed suit as he tried to talk to Luke. This was Joseph's chance to show Luke just how important he was.

When he got outside, Luke was trying to start his dirt bike. Joseph slowly approached him and spoke.

"Where are you going, if I may ask?"

"Whitetails, I've stayed longer than I should. I know what you do Joseph. You give people hope, and people are counting on you. Well I'm the same way."

Joseph nodded in understanding.

"I wanted to talk to you, before you left." Luke sighed as he stopped trying to get his vehicle running.

"About?" Luke looked skeptical and apprehensive.

"I would like to thank you for saving John. For bringing him home. I am grateful." He pulled his own and Luke's forehead together, and Luke sighed, his body shivering as tears began to escape his eyes.

"Joseph, I know what I'm supposed to do. The people of Hope county want me to fight back to do what they want, but i don't know how much longer I can keep fighting. I just... I just..." Luke began sobbing as Joseph's flock started to exit his Church. Some started to surround them as Luke wept. One in particular, the one who was at the gate placed his hand on Luke's shoulder before walking away.

"You don't have to fight anymore. Stay here, your friend's will understand." Joseph tried to reach out to Luke in hope's that he would see.

Luke reached into his bag and retrieved two objects. "Give these to John, Put the picture that is in the letter somewhere in my journal. And, I went back to get his copy of your book." When Joseph grabbed the items, Luke Pulled away and drove off. Joseph looked at the white book. Three small fingerprints were on the front with blood. Joseph watched as Luke stopped at the entrance and turned, giving one final wave goodbye, he left.

Soon, Luke would see his purpose. Joseph saw this during the sermon, Luke held onto every word with earnest curiosity, he just needed...

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