Chapter 6
Luke put the girl in a hospital, but made sure no one saw him because everybody thought he was dead. Luke walked down another alleyway. He hated having the burden of other people on him. He was ready to kill anyone ho was going to do something to that girl that those men did, and anyways, they had helped kill his family. Luke walked down an alleyway. He knew what he had to do. He walked into a church sitting in a confession box.
"Bless me Father for I have sinned," Luke said.
"Under what cause?" the reverend asked opening the slot between them.
"Murder," Luke replied.
"God shall forgive you as long as you wish to be forgiven," the reverend replied.
"Can I ask you something?" Luke asked.
"What," the reverend said.
"Do you believe that some one could come back to life?" he asked.
"I believe that our beloved ones are watching us at every move they make," the reverend responded.
"I mean like really come back. Walking around in flesh and bone," Luke said.
"I suppose so. Jesus did so long ago. So yes, I do believe that," the reverend responded.
"Thank you reverend," Luke responded walking out of there. He had to figure out who the last two who he had to kill were. Luke withdrew his gun as he saw a mugger walking up to him. The mugger withdrew a gun also. They had each of their guns on each other's head. Luke could just let him take the shot, but he still felt pain when he was wounded it just healed up. He didn't want to feel this pain. Luke tripped him just as he was demanding for his wallet. Luke took his gun firing at the mugger who was on the ground. The mugger screamed. Luke kicked him in the face rolling him over. He walked away.
The mugger just laid there crying and clutching his wound. Luke walked away. He wasn't going to let a mugger stop him. But he wasn't going to kill him because the mugger didn't kill his family. Luke walked down the place. He was going to find Frank and kill him.
He walked up some escape stairs on the side of a building. He climbed to the top of the building.
It all the sudden started to rain and thunder. Luke looked into the sky and could've sworn he saw his wife.
"WHY!" Luke screamed. He took out his gun shooting at the sky. "IF YOU CAN BRING ME BACK, WHY CAN'T YOU BRING MY FAMILY BACK," Luke screamed. He walked to the edge of the building.
He looked down to the bottom of the alleyway jumping down face first. He landed on another flight of stairs flipping himself over the railing and onto a catwalk below. He flipped himself off another railing onto the cold hard ground.
He walked down the alleyway scanning the streets for anyone who could help him with his problem.
He got into a car hot wiring it and riving away. He drove down an alleyway turning to the left. He all the sudden stopped the car right in front of an abandoned building.
He got out of the car staggering into the building. Memories flew through his mind.
He was driving down an alleyway when the windshield shattered from the blast of a shotgun from no where. Luke spun his head around seeing a familiar face known as Wingman jumped onto the car. He was pulled out of it taken into an abandoned building being punched in the gut, and held. Luke tried to fight back but couldn't. He was stabbed in the stomach. Luke punched the man who stabbed him. That man took out a knife slicing a long cut up Luke's cheek. Luke kicked his chin running away closing a door. He could barely talk. He took out his cell phone calling Gloria.
"Do you love me?" Luke asked once he heard Gloria's voice on the other end of the phone. The door burst open.
Luke snapped back to reality standing in the very room he was killed in. He saw a blood stain on the wall. He rubbed his hand over it remembering the moment where they took a knife, and stabbed through his stomach to the wall. He drew his hand back. He staggered back.
He walked out of the building getting back into his car. He drove off. He drove for a couple hours until he stopped at a wrecked dirty house in the middle of no where.
Luke got out of the car walking into the house. He was at least at the other side of the state of New York. Luke stood there seeing broken glass with a blood stain on it. He bent down picking it up.
A masked henchman took a piece of glass bringing it into Luke's father over and over again.
Luke jumped back in shock dropping the glass. It shattered as it hit the cold hard ground. There was something he remembered that was there was a masked man at the house. Luke never saw his face. He remembered Frank, Sasan, Wingman, and Ghosteye, but the fifth one was masked. Come to think of it. He was masked when he killed Luke too.
Luke all the sudden tripped falling on an old dusty armchair chair.
His brother sat in it. Luke walked up to him.
"What do you want Greg?" Luke asked.
"I'm here to collect the money you owe me," Greg replied.
"What money?" Luke said turning around.
"The money you owe me for transferring that other money for your job. The money that I deserve," Greg replied.
"You're my brother. You I thought you would let me off for free," Luke said.
"I hate you Luke. Ever since you betrayed me and let my wife die, you lost a brother," Greg sneered. Luke whipped around.
"THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO," Luke screamed at Greg.
"Oh, yes there was. You could've told the guy something. You could've paid him the money," Greg shot back.
"No I couldn't. I didn't have the money," Luke said furiously.
"Well, if you don't have the money. Your enemies will strike down on you," Greg responded standing up and glaring into Luke's yes so they were face to face.
"I loved your wife. You held onto her as long as you could, and that was all you could do," Luke snarled.
"Oh, yes it was all I could do. But it wasn't all you could do," Greg said in the darkest tone Luke ever heard him talk in. "You better watch your back. Or perhaps your family," Greg said smiling an evil smile.
"Get out," Luke said pointing to the door. Greg sneered at Luke stalking out of the door. Luke stood there sitting down in the chair.
Luke pushed himself off the chair looking at it as if it were his worst enemy. He backed away. He stood there looking down. There was a knife with nothing but blood and knife on it.
Luke bent down slowly picking it up fearing if what he thought it was right. He grasped the handle. Darkness spread through his mind as he saw images of slaughter of people and blood most of all. Blood. He saw a fire pit with children being tossed onto it, and heard their piercing screams. Luke felt like he lost into a world of darkness. Luke looked left and right seeing ladies being raped, and men being slaughtered. Luke all h sudden saw a giant head turned around so Luke wasn't looking at the face. It slowly started to turn, and Luke saw the face as it stared at him laughing. This was the masked man. This was the man who killed him and his family in a mask. This was the man who did all these horrible things that he just saw along with his companions.
Luke dropped the knife. He couldn't stand to see any more.
Suddenly, Luke heard a noise behind him.
"I knew you'd come here," a raspy voice said behind him.
Luke slowly started to turn around to see the masked man. Luke slowly put his hand on the man's face slowly taking the mask off to see the sunken face that belonged to his own brother, Greg. His skin was paler than a t-shirt. He had bags under his eyes as if he hadn't slept in years. His eyes themselves were red as the devil. His hair was messed up and looked like to be covered in dirt.
"It was you. You killed my family. You killed those children. You killed me," Luke stated with shock and anger.
"Little bro, you don't understand the greatness of these things. Of how magnificent they are. They set you free. But I've made a deal with the devil," Greg stated with his face completely emotionless. Luke stared at him in horror.
"You're not my brother. You can't be," Luke said. For the first time, Greg smiled. "These things you speak of are not magnificent. They are horrible and treacherous," Luke said backing up.
"Oh, and you think you're good? You killed my companions all in very grisly ways. You think that's not evil. If not, than tell me what it is?" Greg asked fiercely.
"IT'S JUSTICE," Luke screamed.
"If you call that justice than you can call me Superman," Greg laughed.
Luke spun around trying to bring to Greg's kick. Greg caught his leg, and spun him around through the air. Luke stood up. He jumped forward trying to punch Greg. Greg dodged the attack punching Luke in the face and then upper cutting him. Luke flew back landing onto the floor. Luke jumped jumping off his chair letting it topple over, and using it as a boost to flip over Greg. Greg whipped around blocking a punch coming at him. Luke held onto Greg's arm twisting his leg around his arm kicking Greg's head twice. Luke flipped his other leg around kicking the back of Greg's head. Greg fell forward. Luke jumped back. Greg turned around. Luke tackled him down so he was on top of him. He punched him in the face over and over again. Greg rolled over so he was on top of Luke. Luke was struggling, but Greg reached over grabbing his knife on the floor and sticking it into Luke's stomach.
Luke felt pain. Searing pain that was unbearable. To his dismay, it did not heal. Luke laid on the floor being stabbed over and over again by Greg. Greg stopped just sitting there. He looked down at Luke as if he were satisfied. Luke was barely alive. He had at least 5 wounds and they would not heal. He would die very soon. Greg smiled in triumph. He took his knife licking some blood off from it.
Luke's crow flew into the house. Greg smiled throwing the knife into the bird. The crow fell to the ground dead.
"Why? Your boss just wants me dead because of what happened?" Luke managed to stammer blood splattering from his mouth as he did so.
"You think this is all about your stupid rebellion that your family was in? If that's what this was about, my boss wouldn't have cared if you lived. He has your blood already. He just needed your crow. There is a ritual he is performing. He needs the blood of a good family, the blood of evil, and the heart of a crow. Once he saw you were alive again, he realized the crow had resurrected you. He needed the blood of it to help him to become a pure walking demon," Greg smiled. Greg got up picking up the crow, and walking out of the house leaving Luke there to dye.
