Chapter 8. Incase no one understands exactly 'what's going on' so far. I'll tell you. Luke is falling under the Prophecy that was once given to his parents, Zack and Nazo, but this Porphecy fortells his own death. The 'Day of Judgement' is coming.

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Pain lanced down his spine, all the way down to his toes. His body ached. He wanted to move, but he couldn't. He was frozen, seemingly in time.

His vision was blurry and dim.

I don't think I'm going to make it... After I just became friends with her again, too...

He tried to move once more, but only more pain lanced down his spine. He could feel his blood running coldly out of his lips and nose. He could still hear around him, he could hear the red wolf's voice telling everyone about how quickly he had collapsed and spit up blood.

He couldn't tell who responded, the voices were starting to blur as well. The pain in his spine was fading off, but he knew he had to stay awake, no matter what.

He tried to move once again.

Luke shuddered convulsively again on the floor, but he was obviously restraining himself from spitting up anymore blood. His oceanic eyes were wide with terror, but were dimming slowly.

"Scourion, you have to call 911!" Luna cried out to the dark red psychic hedgehog.

Scourion nodded quickly before he pulled out a black and green cellphone and dialed the number. He quickly talked to the person whom answered, telling them everything that happened.

Marine and Flower were watching from the side, there faces filled with worry. Shock's expression was blank as he stared down at Luke. Shad was starting to kneel down by Luke, checking his pulse.

The other students and teachers were backing away in panic, but they all grew quiet as they heard the ambulence sirens approaching.

Scourion was throwing worried glances at Luke, whom was still not moving. Shad moved out of the way as the medics came rushing in with a gurney. The two medics carefully lifted Luke onto the gurney, before they began to strap the breathing device to him.

Lysander... what's happening?

'They have to get you to the hospital, you're bleeding internally...'

Luke's unfocused eyes scanned the crowd, looking for any sign of his friends.

The male medic, a very tall gray rabbit, turned to the group of friends. "One of you may come with the ambulence. The rest must find your own transportation."

His unfocused eyes continued to try to look around, until he felt a hand holding his.

The hand was all-to familiar.

He opened his oceanic eyes slowly, but shut them once again as he saw the white ceiling of the hospital (once again) and the bright lights that hung from the ceiling.

He could feel a slack hold on his hand. He turned his head to see his dark red friend, Scourion. He smiled slightly as he noticed him asleep.

He always said he would be here for me... I never doubted his word on that, and now I know it's even truer than before. He's here, as I lay dying, to watch over me...

Suddenly, once he blinked, he found himself in the one place he never wanted to see again.

Eclipto's dream world. The land of death. The city of pain. The meadow of ashes...

Luke looked around the gray and dead world. His eyes searching for the random splotch of color that Eclipto would be.

What he didn't expect were the claws that grabbed his wrists from behind. A dark voice sounded in his ear. "That wasn't very kind of you to leave like that.."

Luke's breath caught in his throat and he tried once move to get away from Eclipto's blood thirsty claws and eyes. His attempts were in vain.

The smaller blue hedgehog stumbled away from the older dark hedgehog. His wrists were bleeding and his eyesight was blurry around the edges.

No! I must go back! To Scourion! To my best friend!

He gasped in a breath as his eyes opened once again, and he was in the real world. He felt his hand be grasped a little bit tighter than before.

His eyes searched for Scourion's blue and green ones, wildly, in fear.

Scourion was calmly looking at him.

"Sc-Scourion!" Said hedgehog smiled happily.

"Glad your awake, Luke!"

Luke's hand felt oddly uncomfortable and sticky. He looked down at them, the same time that Scourion's breathing hitched.

His hands were soaked and clotted with blood. Scourion's right hand was covered in the sticky crimson substance, as well. More blood was welling out of wounds on his wrists.

Cuts.

Claw marks.

Eclipto's claw marks.


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