Nightshade

luka - hell is green

Luka awoke. He wasn't sure how long later, but he was being dragged by Nathan along a... different looking forest floor. He squirmed a bit and tried to look around him. They were coming up on a cabin. He could smell old blood on the air. His blood ran cold. He debated speaking up, but decided he didn't want to be knocked out. Again. He grunted as he was dropped, and Nathan walked up to the cabin, unlocking the door. Luka's thoughts raced. Could he? Run and escape? Flashbacks to the horrific creature that had torn through his new life quickly shut down any thoughts of running. He had no real hope of escape. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized Shavronne was likely dead, as was Friedrich. He hadn't known them long but... he'd started to love that place, how people treated him there... it was all gone now. The teacup had shattered, and it never would come back together. Nathan seemed to notice him, crying on the ground, and he chucked, "Damn, you sure love making a scene." Luka was shocked to feel... anger. At this... creature, that had torn apart his fragile peace. "F-fuck you!" He wiped his tears and began to stand, when Nathan moved incredibly quickly, scooping him up and taking him inside, tossing him carelessly onto the couch in the living room. The scents mingling in the air made Luka sick. Wet dog, old blood, and sex filled the air. Luka looked down at a mostly scrubbed floor, flecks of blood still soaked into the hardwood. "W- why..." He began to cry again. Nathan laughed and plopped down next to him on the couch, ruffling his hair. "Why what pal?" Luka buried his face in his hands "w- why did you do th- this?! Who e- even are you?" Nathan chuckled "Nathan Moore, at your service. And as to whyyy..." He laughed more "cause I wanted you for myself!" Luka looked up and over at the other, fear filling his gut even further. The last thing he had wanted was to hear that this... psycho wanted him. "W-well... I d- don't want you!" He was shocked at the anger he felt, and Nathan seemed taken aback a bit as well, but he quickly recovered. "Well, I hate to break it to ya, but that part doesn't really matter all that much." Luka scratched his arm as he looked down."i... I know." He felt defeated. There was no way in he'll he could overpower this man. And nobody would come for him with Shavronne and Friedrich dead. Nathan's words pulled him out of his thoughts, which were rapidly spiraling. "Welll, that does make things a little easier now, doesn't it?" He smiled broadly at Luka. "W- what are you g- going to do?" "To you? Or in general? Cause the answer is bout the same either way." His grin somehow seemed to widen as he leaned in, gripping Luka by his chin "whatever I damn well please love~" he laughed and shoved Luka with what seemed little effort, yet the movement nearly sent him tumbling onto the ground. Luka held in more tears, trying not to panic. The way Nathan touched him made his skin crawl. Speaking of which, the man slid an arm around Luka, causing him to avoid his gaze and look down, taking in the semi-cleaned bearhide rug. "Sooo, tell me about yourself pal! What's your name, your favorite color, your past!" Luka didn't know how to respond. His favorite color? What in every hell was going on? He felt Nathan's grip tighten on him, so he just began speaking "l-luka Paige... a- and I um, I l-like yellow... like saffron..." Nathan listened as he picked at a tooth, humming. When Luka stopped talking, he eyed him semi irritability "you aren't a very good conversation partner, are you?" "I- im sorry I just... w- what about you?" Nathan barked a laugh. "Ah, well that's easy isn't it?" He licked a canine and looked over at Luka. "As I said before, I'm Nathan, Nathan Moore. I love teal and yellow, in case the jacket didn't give it away." He looked up at the Fan slowly moving on the ceiling. "As for my past... it's not that complicated. I was born into a happy little family, two parents, a dog, and a brother. But I got bored of it, and little did anyone know, I inherited the werehyena gene from my gramps. One day, I got bored of killing small animals and the like, and to my luck, the full moon hit that night, and my first transformation happened!" He smiled to himself as he recalled these events "oh the carnage was delightful~" he looked over at the fire in the hearth as luka's stomach churned. "Then, I went wandering! Took my whole families savings, and rinse n repeated with all the poor idiots who took me in after, till I was nearing 18 and had a nice lil fortune." He laughed "then love, I saw you. I moved in to your shitty apartments the same day. Lived there ever since, workin at Mackey d's for the free burgers and something to do when I'm not... hunting. " Luka was reeling, how long had Nathan been watching him? "H- how... long...?" Nathan chuckled and caressed luka's face "long enough to know much more than you'd like darling. Like how your daddy was a real ba-" Luka couldn't help himself. At the mention of his father, he leaped on Nathan, screaming as he lashed out with all his meager strength. Nathan laughed and simply picked him up, carrying him to the wall as he thrashed, and slammed him back on a stag head mounted to the wall, impaling him, causing him to cough up blood "f-fuck you d- don't bring him up!" Luka sobbed with misery in his eyes as Nathan chuckled. "I also know... about your healing~ though I don't know how fast or far it goes. " Luka struggled, his wings buzzing weakly "p- please let me down!" He cried out, and Nathan carefully lifted him off, sickening squelches filling the room as he dislodged from the sharp antlers. He fell bodily to the floor, and panted as his body healed the relatively minor wounds in only a couple moments. Nathan made a low whistle "my my, that should be fun..." just as he reached down for Luka, the door echoed with an odd knock.