de·mon [ˈdēmən] (n.)
an evil spirit or devil, especially one thought to possess a person or act as a tormentor in hell.
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if there was one thing on his mind when his brother died, it was that he was to avenge his death, no matter what it took.
he had become a cruel, almost evil boy- he was mean to everyone, always angry, broke the law. he showed no mercy towards anyone.
it had been months since austin died and luke was looking all over the city for answers as to who had done this and why, and he was slowly going insane every day.
soon he was face-to-face with his brother's killer- this is it. he was going to avenge his brother, even if it killed him.
"you fucking killed my brother, it's about time you got a taste of your own medicine, bitch." luke pulled out his knife when the other guy pulled out a gun.
he had literally brought a knife to a gun fight.
suddenly, shock and fear coursed through his veins-
"oh fuck," he whispered as the guy placed his finger on the trigger.
luke went into fight-or-flight mode, lunging at him with his knife, then-
bam! bam! bam!
luke clutched his chest, falling to his knees.
looks like he's going out the same way his brother did.
"go on," he coughed up some blood and said.
"finish me off." luke dropped his knife and looked the guy dead in his eyes.
the guy hesitated, shocked then-
bam!
luke fell onto the ground as his life flashed before his eyes.
his mom. his friends. his brother. the killer. darkness.
he was gone.
