Professor Luke and the dream road

So, having had my tantrum, I'm going to just keep going. Thank you to Nostalgic Cyanide and Laura the guest reviewer. So this is Luke's first dream with Kat. Are you excited? I am! I've written like, five versions of this. So here it is, *drum roll*

Chapter 4!

There was a loud splash for the second night in a row. And, for the second night in a row, Luke Triton was wet and cold.

But then he realized Flora was there too. And she was not wet. Huh, thought Luke. Then a voice caught both of them by surprise.

"What on earth are you wearing?"

Kat is standing in front of them and looking at them with a slightly annoyed look on her face.

"M-my pyjamas." Luke shivered from the cold water.

"Not you, Luke. You're kinda doomed to appear in your pyjamas every night, which is why I brought a waterproof and a pair of spare shoes." She chucks them at Luke. "But Flora; why are you wearing your pyjamas? Thank god I brought a spare fleece." She throws it over. "I told you to wear clothes and shoes."

"I forgot! But I am wearing slippers."

"Well…I guess the stones aren't too sharp yet. But you need proper shoes tomorrow."

Tomorrow? thought Flora. Kat turned to Luke.

"Now let's get going."

The three of them began to walk along the road. Flora was slightly annoyed that she was taking orders from an eleven-year-old. So Kat knew what was going on. Didn't mean she could boss around!

"I don't get it. Why are you two here if all we're gonna do is walk down a road? Big deal."

"You think this is just a road? Far from it. You'll see-"

Don Paolo jumped out from thin air with a knife and began to attack Kat.

"Now!" shrieked Kat, dodging and running away. The other two also ran, terrified of Don Paolo from their last encounter in St Mystere. He ran after them, brandishing the knife and yelling war cries.

"Okay, you two run that way. Go!" Flora and Luke obeyed Kat-and Don Paolo came racing towards them, ready to kill.

"Oh shit, Kat, help!" screamed Luke. Don Paolo got closer, waving the knife. "F*** you, Kat" yelled Flora.

Just as he was about to strike Luke, Kat kicked him off the road and as soon as he stepped off, he disintegrated.

There was silence. Then Flora spoke.

"How the hell did Don Paolo get here?" she said, her voice wobbly.

"Wasn't the real guy, just a memory" replied Kat breezily. "Come on, we need to keep going."

Flora had now completely changed her mind about Kat. If Kat knew how to get them through this, then Flora would definitely listen to her instructions.

"You need to keep on your guard," Kat told the other two. "There's probably more where that came from."

The three of them continued their walk nervously, looking around for more attacks. Soon there was an attack to spot.

"So we meet again, Luke Triton."

"Descole!" cried Luke, with real fear in his eyes this time.

Descole pulled out a sword. "Layton isn't here so you kids will have to duel me instead!" he yelled, laughing manically and charged with his sword.

The three of them dispersed and Descole took a swipe at Kat. She ducked and kicked him backwards towards Luke, who ran for Flora. Descole followed him and tried, unsuccessfully, to stab him. This made Flora incredibly angry.

"Get off him, you!" She jumped on him and he tumbled to the ground. But then a rope appeared out of thin air and he looped it round her neck. Flora screamed as he tightened it.

"Flora!" cried Kat and ran towards them but Descole was up, off the ground so they couldn't get to her. Flora couldn't breathe, her neck felt crushed and she could see spots in front of her eyes.

"Luke! Get Flora!" Descole lunged for Luke but Kat was too quick, taking him down and keeping him there. Then she kicked him and he went over the edge of the road.

Luke gently loosened the rope around Flora's neck but as he did it, she faded away. "Flora!" screamed Luke. "Flora, come back!"

"Dammit!" gasped Kat. "Luke-" Luke turned to her but she was gone too.

Still shivering, he ran along the road, knowing that every second would cost him. Then, a faceless man appeared, again brandishing a sword. Luke ran faster-he had the lake that signalled the end of the road in sight. As he finally reached it, he threw himself in, feeling the cold eat his bones.

But he was done, and that was all that mattered.

Well that was fun. To write, I mean. Just a little Flora torture for all you Flora haters out there. This is actually really fun for the sadistic side of me (muhahaha) So, R&R and See yap!