Lucas’ heart was rising as his lips locked with Sophia, he could feel her hands running along his skin and he shivered. His head was so filled with excitement that he jolted in shock when his door suddenly flew open in a loud bang. He wasn't given a chance to look up when he felt himself being tossed on the ground by a firm grip.“What the hell!” Lucas yelled, thinking it was Kenji, that old bodyguard never respected his privacy. He looked up only to see a masked man standing over him, a gun pointed straight at his head. He could see smoke rising from the barrel and he froze. His mind couldn't comprehend what was happening, but he knew better than to act defiant “Please, please don’t shoot!” Lucas cried out, raising his hands defensively. “Whatever you want, you can have! Just don’t hurt us!” he began, he was sure he had enough in his room to satisfy these petty thieves.The masked figure said nothing for a moment, then finally spoke in a low, cold voice."All we want is your lif

Gunfire roared through the hallway in an almost beautiful display of flashes that lit up the dark corridor.If the flashes weren't leaving pellets of death in their wake, the symmetry of the gunfire would have been almost beautiful. Kenji reacted immediately, pushing Lucas backwards into the room where his sister's dead body still lay. The bullets pierced through the air, tearing into the walls and door behind them. Lucas stumbled as he was pushed inside, terror gripping him like a vice.Kenji slammed the door shut with a wave of his hand, before slamming a chair under the knob, buying them a little time. Unlike Lucas, he was composed and barely afraid, he was used to this kind of situation.“Lucas, move!” Kenji barked, urgency crackling in his voice.Lucas stood frozen, his mind clouded with fear and disbelief. His sister was dead. They were surrounded. His breath came in short gasps, panic settling into his bones.Kenji grabbed a chair and smashed it through the window, glass s

Darkness! That was what encompassed Lucas' world for a while, he saw nothing, smelled nothing, felt nothing. His entire world had been plunged into a silent emptiness. After a while, he heard it, distant howling and soon it came to him, he could feel his head throbbing, his entire body was aching and stiff.The memories came flooding back but it was all hazy and mashed up together, he couldn't breathe as well as he used to and he could smell burning, it smelled like roasted venison. He could not concentrate on the scent though, his entire body stung most especially his arm and face.He tried to move, but his body would not respond. He realized his eyes had been closed so he forced it open, but he couldn't keep it open for long. He saw the image of a wrecked building and he could see smoke coming out from a location he couldn't really perceive properly. His eyes closed again and he forced it open, he looked sideways and saw footsteps coming towards him, his eyes closed shut and thi

Three days later, he was standing in front of a mirror, rearranging the tie of the suit he was wearing as the doctor flipped his file over. He turned around and faced the doctor after he was done. He was dressed in a corporate suit, covering up his entire body and naturally shielding the random gaze from the burnt marks that covered his entire arm. He wore a facemask on his face, and it shielded most of his scarred face. He sighed wondering if he would ever heal enough to have his normal face back, but something in him told him it was impossible. Even then when he was still the son of a very rich man and had access to the best medical care he didn't think he could fix this. “You’re stable enough to travel,” the doctor said, “but there are things you need that I can’t provide here. You’re on your own for the rest of the recovery.” He gazed at the doctor, a man barely in his late fifties with so much promise and happiness. He could see it radiating around him. Yet he has barely spent