John's P.O.V. It was getting dark and we were sitting in our room, I was there to calm down and Luka was there to keep her distance from others for a while, but it was late so I broke the silence. "Hey, I think we should get to bed." I tried not to sound pissed off; it worked, as far as I could tell. She looked at me and nodded. Her face was still glowing with sadness, like a blush, and her frown was killing me. I wish I had kept my actual skin color, then I would be able to blush with out looking weird, or at least be treated like half a being, rather than just a third; I guess that's just something that makes me and Luka alike. "Hey, J-John..." She spoke up, still lightly crying. "Thanks.. for standing up for me... I'm glad I met you." She finished her sentence then lied down in her bed. My face felt warm. She looked at me and giggled. "wh-wha!" I hid my face in my hands and looked away. I was blushing! "You look cute when you blush." She grinned and closed her eyes while pulling the covers closer. "Heh.. I'm glad I met you too." My voice cracked. No one has ever been glad to meet me, or see me for that matter. Yes Luka, I'm very glad I met you, more than glad.
I woke up to someone shaking me. "GET UP! GET UP!" the person yelled. I opened my eyes to see an acquaintance, Steven. He's nice, I wouldn't expect him to wake me up for no reason. "What? What!" He kept shaking me. I felt like I was in an extreme earthquake. "WHAT!" I yelled at him. His shaking was unnecessary. He flinched and stepped back. I got up, but I didn't want to. My eyes were still heavy with sleep. "What do you want?" I repeated sternly. His words were stuttered. "I-its Luka!" My ears perked up and my face lost all color. "S-she was l-locked outside last night!" My ears fell, I felt a burst of energy as I shot up and ran down the hallway. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could, I even skipped the last two steps on the way down. I darted into the main room and found a croud of people surrounding the couch. The croud was thick, everyone packing together trying to see what had happened. I tore through people and when I finally got through I saw Luka lieing on the couch, she looked as though she was sleeping.
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She was wet from the rain and covered in mud and dirt. "Luka!" I cried out. She opened her eyes and looked up at me. I was relieved that she responded, I don't know what I would have done if she didnt. I wouldn't have been able to live with my self if she was dead. She was wearing a strangely familier jacket. It was entirely black with purple spots on the right shoulder and the bottom left pocket. I don't know where she got it, but I will, sure as nether, thank the person who gave it to her; it is winter after all. I reached down and placed my hand on her arm. It was cold to the touch. An adult came by and comanded us to leave, but I didn't listen. I couldn't leave her, she must be scared and confused. I wouldn't blame her if she felt abandoned. An older woman grabbed my hand, pulled me up and dragged me out of the room. She didn't take me with out a fight though. She finally got me out of the room, and locked the door before I could even try to open it.
I tried listening to what they were talking about from behind the door, but it was muffled and hard to hear. My mind was racing. Thinking of how terrified she must be just made my anger worse. 'I have a right to be in there!' I constantly cried out in my head. "Enderbeast!" Someone from inside exclaimed. 'If they just called her a beast I'm busting through this door!' I kept my thoughts to my self so I could listen.
Luka's P.O.V The picture of that monster was burned into my head. It towered over me and stood on four legs, it's glowing purple eyes peered into me. As soon as I thought it would kill me it vanished in thin air and left behind a jacket. That was the story they didn't believe. One of the adults said I was just reciting an old folk tale about a monster called the Enderbeast, which ate bad children and rewarded the well behaved. They thought I went out on purpose and stole the jacket. No matter how many times I tried to explain, no matter me showing them the cuts and bruises from trying to run away; they still didn't believe any of it.
It hurt to stand but they wanted me out of the room. I stumbled across the room. When I got to the door I leened my hand against the door knob, using it to keep balance. I turned it and pushed the door open. John jumped up off the ground where he was sitting, rapped my arm around his shoulder, and started walking me to our room.
