To the moon ♡ muke

19 - and i see fire inside the mountain ☽

Gaining his consciousness was like waking up after drinking a night before. Luke never got drunk before so he just presumed that's how it would feel.

He slowly opened his eyes but couldn't see anything. Luke wanted to scream but he couldn't as his lips were covered with something that smelled like duck-tape.

His breathing started to pick up and Luke thought he was having a panic attack. His hands were tied up at the back and his eyes teared up.

Luke managed to realize he was in a moving vehicle by now and when something tapped his shoulder and he quickly moved his head into the direction of it. He heard a muffled sound like someone who was sitting next to him also had his mouth covered up. When he breathed in he could still smell the chlorine but he could also smell the well-known scent of Michael.

He let out a whine and Michael started moving around. Soon enough a hand grabbed his and his best friend started to trace his thumb over Luke's skin.

Luke was far from okay but at least he had Michael next to him.

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He wasn't sure what would happen next but when after what felt like hours they finally stopped moving, Michael moved away from him.

Luke's heartbeat picked up and he did the only thing he remembered from the training he had with his bodyguard: play dead.

He pretended to be unconscious and when the door of what he guessed was a van opened someone pulled him from the seating position so he fell down. It hurt but Luke bit his tongue to keep quiet.

"Are you fucking insane? He's worth millions and you're just throwing him around like that?"

The voice was male and the person didn't sound that old. The other person didn't talk back but picked Luke up easily and started carrying him somewhere.

"Come back once you're done and help me bring this one in as well."

The person that was carrying him grunted something incoherent back and Luke realized it was another man. Soon enough he was placed on the floor and his hands were tied in the back against some sort of metal.

Minutes later he heard footsteps and more than one person entered the room Luke was in.

"Sit down!" The man who probably carried Luke here said. Luke knew it was Michael and just like him, it sounded he was tied up against a metal pole or something similar.

"Why the hell did we took this one with us as well? We could just leave him there the boss won't be happy."

"Are you insane?" The other person laughed. "Do you even know who he is? He's Clifford's only son, we could get more money out of him than for the little Hemmings over there."

Third steps were heard and both men stopped talking.

"What are you two still doing here?" To Luke's surprise, the third voice belonged to a woman. None of them seemed familiar to him. "Remove those things from their heads and get them something to drink. They're not here to die."

"Miss?" One of the men asked. To Luke, he sounded scared. "What about their magic?"

"I'll take care of that."