No Clue

Restore

Luke sat silently in the hospital room, staring at the screen as the news broadcast its nightly information. Michael Clifford was dead... Luke had been the one to kill him.

After the police investigated, they determined that because he didn't put other lives in danger and because his own life was at risk, Luke wouldn't face any charges for wrecking the vehicle. Because Michael was no longer a threat, he no longer had a twenty-four hour watch on his door.

Police officials say that despite his injuries, Luke Hemmings has once again been returned safely to his family, and soon he'll be able to go home-

"Very soon, I hope," Andrew said from the doorway. Luke looked over and sighed in relief when he saw the man, holding a bouquet of light pink carnations. Andrew smiled and walked over to his son, putting the flowers down and hugging him tightly. "I'm so sorry, my love," he whispered, rubbing his back gently. "He'll never hurt you again... I'm never going to let anyone hurt you again." Luke stifled a sob and hugged his father tightly.

"D-daddy, I was so scared," he cried. "I was terrified."

"I know. I'm sorry, son. You'll never have to be scared like that again..."

"No," Liz said from the doorway. "You won't..." Luke pulled away from his father and wiped his tears from his eyes.

"Mum?" He asked softly as Anne walked in behind her. They came over and hugged him tightly.

"We talked about it, darling. We decided that maybe you should live with your father..."

"Really?" He asked, darling a warmth in his chest.

"Really."

"Only if that's what you want still," Andrew added. "It's completely up to you." Luke nodded in response and leaned back against his pillow, still in shock that Michael was dead.

"Can I think about it?" Luke asked, looking at the flowers.

"Of course you can," Andrew said, patting his leg and sitting down beside him. Luke took in a deep breath and nodded his head.

"Get some rest, darling," Liz said. "We'll be right here when you wake up." Luke nodded again and lay against his pillow. Things were changing. And he wasn't sure how he felt about it.

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Darkness. That's all there was to be seen. He tried moving, but his hands were bound tightly behind his back. He attempted to call out to someone, only to find his voice cut off by the gag in his mouth. A million thoughts began swimming through his mind. Where was he? Who took him? What did they want from him? How was this happening to him? He could hear the soft hum of an engine and he could feel the gentle jerks of an unpaved road. The soft sound of brakes squealed from outside and he heard the sound of shoes crunching against rocks. His breath hitched in his throat as he heard the squeal of the backdoors, but the only light he could see came in from the bottom of the bag he hadn't noticed was covering his head.

"I know you're awake," an American voice spoke.

"G?" He thought, feeling his nerves beginning to rise.

"Come on, cupcake." He felt two hands grip each of his arms and he was pulled out of the vehicle. He stared out the bottom of the bag, seeing the legs of the two people holding him captive on either side of him. He stifled a soft sob as they looked him into a building and began marching him down the dark stairs. When they reached the pitch black basement, he was forced down to his knees.

"You've been a lot of trouble, friend," the voice spoke again. "So here's how this is going to go. I'll ask you a few questions, you'll answer them, you answer them correctly and this wont hurt." A light flicked on and he could see the dried blood that painted the floors. The bag was ripped off of his head and the man standing behind him grabbed him by the hair.

"Three simple questions," he whispered harshly into the boy's ear. "What's your name? What do you want? Who's going to miss you?" The gag was removed suddenly and the boy let out a loud cough. "Answer the questions," the man demanded.

"M-my name i-is Michael... I-I want L-Luke back... n-no one will miss me," he sobbed.

"Good job. One of your answers was right..."

"One?" He felt a fist connect to his face and he fell flat on the ground.

"No one will miss you," the guy said as he pulled Michael back in a kneeling position. Michael looked up and saw the badge dangling around his neck.

"W-why are you doing this?" He asked.

"Because you've hurt Luke Hemmings too many times," a woman spoke from behind him. He heard the soft click of high heels against the concrete before seeing a woman with strawberry blonde hair.

"Detective Roden?"

"You're a monster, Michael. And just because you can put on an act for a jury, they'd let you go again. This time, you're not getting out. Michael Clifford is dead."

"No."

"Your name now is Garrett Lewis. You're wanted in three states for rape, murder, involuntary manslaughter..."

"No!"

"You have no idea who Luke Hemmings is, you've never even heard of him."

"No, I won't! I won't do this!" He cried.  Holland grabbed him by the face, coming only inches away.

"You will... because you already killed Luke Hemmings... now people want you dead. You've been moved to the United States, and you're about to be caught and convicted of your crimes. You'll plead guilty for everything, and you'll go to prison for the rest of your life, because if you don't, a lot of bad people are going to come after you."

"L-Luke isn't dead..."

"You're right," she said. "He's been given a new identity as well. A lot of people want to hurt you, Mike. They all know the best way to do that is through him..."

"No! Don't touch him!"

"Then go through with the trial. You'll both be fine."

"I-I want to see him..."

"You can't. For his safety, you can never see eachother again," she said. He let out another sob.

"F-fine," he cried. "Fine, I'll save him. But when I break out, I'll find him and we'll be together.

"What's your name? What do you want? Who's going to miss you?"

"G-Garrett Lewis? Justice? N-nobody," he whispered.

Little did he know the corruption he was about to face, all at the mercy of one detective who had fallen in love with her partner.