Sparked (COMPLETED)

Chapter Six

Luke

Talk about an info dump.
So apparently you can control lightning now and there are people after you and Vienna because they would kill for her peculiarity and want you to lead them.
Oh, and, by the way, your father isn't your real dad and you're not actually related to your aunt or cousin, but your aunt knew this all along and never told you.
Did I mention your real father was an evil dead guy?
In my opinion, we had a bit of an issue.
I was shocked silent.
The man who I had grieved for hadn't been my real father. The family I had grown to love weren't actually my family.
It was a nightmare.
Lies. They were all lies.
Vienna stared at me. Then, she turned and glared at Aunt Marcy. "Why didn't you tell us this?" She snapped. "You can't just go around telling people they're cousins when they're not."
"I told his mother, who was a good friend, that if anything ever happened to them, I'd take care of Lukas," Aunt Marcy said. "Sarah," Miss Peregrine said sadly. "She would've still been here if she would've stayed in the loop with us."
"Why cousins?" Vienna asked. "Why not tell us the truth?"
"Do you think it'd be easy to convince a five year old to come live with a total stranger?" Aunt Marcy asked.
"Well, when you put it that way..." Vienna trailed off.
"To be fair," I said. "I never had met you, so you both were strangers, in a way."
It was true. When I had first come to live with Aunt Marcy and Vienna, it was in Austria. They had lived in a small, cozy house that had only been made for two; her husband passed away when Vienna was three.
Aunt Marcy had been kind to me. Vienna hadn't talked much. She was mad because she had to share a room with me. She didn't sleep in there for the first week. She slept in a room with her mom.
"You knew my mother," I said to Miss Peregrine. "Sarah. And my father, Markus. Do you have any idea what happened to them?"
"Well, yes. They were killed by wights, I believe, who were probably trying to get to you," Miss Peregrine replied.
I could recall the last night I was with my parents. I was angry at them that night because they wouldn't let me get a dog from the shelter, so I had hidden in one of the many crannies of our large house.
I fell asleep in there. Woke up in the morning and they were dead.
I wish I could've said one last thing to them other than, "I hate you! I hate you forever and ever!"
I learned something that night and shared it with Vienna on the second week, when she asked me about my past.
"Always let your mom know how much you love her, Vee," I said. "It may be the last time you ever get to tell her."
She had nodded.
That's how it used to be with Vienna. The first week she would be very shy; she didn't even talk to me at all. The second week, her sarcastic, dramatic side would began to seep through. By the third week, you had a front row seat to the Vienna Nehmen show. Of course, by the second move, she had learned to shake off her shyness. She didn't really have time to be timid.
"Caul," Emma growled. "Man, I'm real sorry you're related to him. He tried to kill all of us."
"Man, Emma, I bet that makes Luke feel great," Vienna said, obviously upset by the fibs her mom had fed us over the years.
I finally snapped.
"Yeah, you know what, Vienna? I am freaking great. I'm just so fantastic today, you know? I mean, you, who's been the best cousin in the world, aren't actually my cousin so that's just wonderful! I love that my aunt has been lying to me for eleven freaking years!" I yelled.
Aunt Marcy started towards me.
"Lukas-"
"Oh, don't go and Lukas me! Just leave me alone!" I stormed out of the room.
"Somebody should go after him,"I heard Vienna say. "He doesn't usually blow up like that. When he does, it's bad."
"Why don't you don't do it?" Horace asked.
"Me? Okay, Horace, let's just throw the lies in his face. It can't be my mom either."
"I'll go," Bronwyn volunteered.
"Yeah, that's a good idea," Vienna replied. "He seems to like you."
Note to self: don't tell Vienna who you like.
I was sitting in Jacob's kitchen when Bronwyn came around the corner. She sat across from me. "I know this is a lot to take in. It was a lot for me, too. I'm really sorry about your parents," she said. "It's fine. Well, it's not, really, when my dad was a psychotic murder," I replied. "Thanks for coming to talk me."
"Your welcome."
I didn't know what to say next.
I could hear the others talking in the other room, but I couldn't make out what they were saying.
"Du bist wunderschön," I told Bronwyn.
She cocked her head. "I'm sorry, what?"
"It means you're beautiful in German."
She laughed. "That compliment is usually directed at Emma."
"I think that the most beautiful part of a person is what they think of themselves. If you look in the mirror everyday and you think 'I'm so ugly' or 'I'm not near as pretty as the other girls,' then you're not at your full potential. If you look into the mirror and you think 'Man, I look great today!' then you're at your full potential and you'll smile more. If you love yourself, you're ten times more beautiful than if you didn't love yourself. I like the way you hold yourself. You're confident."
She blushed and smiled. "Thanks, Luke."
We were quiet for a moment.
"Do you come from Germany?" Bronwyn asked.
I shook my head. "No," I replied. "I'm from Austria. Though German is my first language."
Bronwyn smiled. "That's cool. I've seen pictures of the place. It's pretty."
"Yes," I agreed. "The sunsets are gorgeous."
Hugh rushed into the room. "Bronwyn, Jacob's sensed a hollow. We've got to get out of here. Now," He explained quickly.
I stood up fast as lightning. "Let's go." Bronwyn stood up and the three of us hurried out of the room.
I could smell smoke. "The house is on fire!" I heard Horace scream. "Shut up, you imbecile!" Enoch yelled. He must of joined them again after his argument with Vienna.
We entered the living room to see it was covered in flames. "It wasn't me!" Emma cried. She was trying frantically to keep the flames under control. "A wight must've set it aflame from outside!"
That's when a giant thing straight out of a nightmare crushed half of the living room, almost squashing Olive under it's foot. It was a Hollow, one of the things that had burnt down the school.
"Move, move, move!" Jacob yelled. We clambered into the kitchen. I felt something slimy wrap around my foot, tripping me.
The Hollow's tentacle pulled me into the air.
A woman walked up to the Hollow and spoke a sentence in gibberish.
Jacob paled even more, if that was possible. "She can speak to the Hollows," He gasped. "Crud." "What'd she say?" Vienna demanded. "She said 'Don't eat him. He's the one we need,'" Jacob replied.
She ran up to the Hollow, but it simply batted her away with it's tentacle. She crashed into the side of our house. Vienna lay on the ground, unmoving. Millard went over to her and picked her up, making him visible again. He carried her away from danger.
God bless you.
The others shoved past the Hollow and the woman into the yard. "Put Luke down," Bronwyn screamed. "Don't make me come get him from you!"
The woman laughed. "Come and try."
"Wyn, no," Emma said, but Bronwyn had already charged the Hollow. When it tried to fling her aside, she used her strength to hold on, inching up to where I was.
The woman rolled her eyes. "Just take the girl, too. We don't have time for this." The Hollow had Bronwyn up in an iron grip in the next second. She tried to break free using her strength, but it didn't work. She glanced at me. "At least we're in this together," she cried.
The woman said something in Hollow speak and the Hollow wrapped another tentacle around my neck, cutting off my air, not enough to kill me, just enough to make the world go dark.