"Emma" he said darkly.
"Luke..." she said cautiously. Then after a moment she sighed deeply. "Luke" and wrapped his arms around him tightly. He didn't do anything in response...at first. Then he to sighed and wrapped his arms around his best friend.
"I missed you so much," she whispered, tears forming in her eyes. Luke didn't respond just squeezed her tightly.
Yet even if his signs of affection at the first meeting something was different about Luke...he was darker. Deadly quite, and rarely ever spoke. He was working at the council in London and they would stop and have a cup of soda at the local dinner on occasion.
Yet whenever they got into a conversation about his older brother he would become deadly silent. Emma was afraid he wasn't breathing.
"Emma...Matt was evil.... Matt is dead...Matt was evil." he muttered one day. He merely got up. "If you support what he was...so are you...and so you will be dead." and with that he shut the dinner door closed.
Emma ran away from home in fear of Luke.... this boy whom she once considered her best friend. The boy she kicked because he didn't realize she was a girl until months after he had known her.
He chased her through Europe, bringing destruction wherever he went. He meat up with the bird whom he calls "Hawk" in Sicily, and the Panther when they first met protected Emma from William when they where in Rome. He became William after he had killed an innocent person and didn't even flinch. He was no longer Luke. She believes it would dishonor the name to call him the same name she had once called her best friend. No, she convinced herself that this person wasn't Luke.
This was The Child of Destruction