"Gotcha, you silly motherfucker!" Layton had reached his hand out of the window and grabbed Luke before he hit the ground. "What a cop out!" Luke said to the author of this fanfic. Luke looked up at Layton who had a certain ferocity in his eyes that you would normally see in bears that have been pumped up on steroids. He saw that Flora was tied up behind Layton and was brutally beaten with scars n' shit. As you might imagine, Luke was quite terrified.
Layton pulled Luke in through the window and laid him down on the ground. Luke recalled the graphic diagrams and started to fret even more than before. He looked over at Flora but her eyes were covered with duct tape so she didn't return the glance. "Now Luke, I have to go get the whips and chains so you just stay right here" "And what makes you think I'm not just going to just jump out of this window?" "Well, then we wouldn't have a fanfic".
Luke probably should have expected this from the very beginning. Layton had always been very nice to Luke, even when he screwed up that fucking chocolate puzzle in St. Mystere. When they were searching for the diabolical box Layton would always be feeling up Luke, seemingly for no reason. Luke was such a fool for not expecting this. Now his only option was to kill Layton, but first, he had to save Flora.