CheckMate (A Luke Castellan fan fic. OC CHARACTER)

The Bitch is Back

The Bitch is Back - Elton John

Raphael's POV

   Sounds drifted away from me as I opened my eyes. I was in an all white room. There were two chairs and a table in the middle. One was occupied by a woman. She was fucking gorgeous. She has ginger hair and two different coloured eyes. She had on blue ripped jeans and a purple t-shirt. Her shirt had a small circle that had a blood stain.
     I didn't know if I should stay there or go forward. Her gaze looked so soft and calm. But I had a feeling If I pissed her off if he dead. My body betrayed me and started to walk forward until I was sitting in the chair. "You must be Raphael?" She said. Her words were like velvet. They flowed so smoothly. Damn, she was hot. "Y-Yeah. Who are you?" She smiled warmly. "I'm Blair. How much do you love Luke?" I saw the hurt in her eyes as she mentioned him.

    I was getting kind of freaked out by her demeanour. "Wait... you're THE Blair?" She smiled. "Does he still mention me?" I tiled my head. "Every now and then. He really did love you. You know that right?" She nodded and looked down. A tear ran down her face. "How much do you love him?" She asked again. "With my whole heart and soul. He's been through so much and deserves love. We both have. I mean... he lost you. I can see the hurt in his eyes whenever someone mentions you're name. How his "Peaches" helped him in the second Titan War. How you would always run back to him. How alike we both are." She was crying so hard. She wiped her eyes.
        "It's good to know that he still talks about me and hasn't completely forgotten me. But.... right now he's out there trying to wake you up. Where you're at with me right now, is the gateway to Elysium. You can either choose to go back out there and have to beat cancer, or live without him in Elysium. This is your choice. I'm no influence." I looked towards the bright white door. I look behind me to the solid brown ones. The ones that was to our bedroom.

I got out of the chair. "Thank you. For everything that you've done Blair." She smiled. "Go. He loves you." I nodded and turned the door handle. I walked through the door way and was in another room. This one was full of trees and grass. Luke sat in the middle. A voice in my head said it wasn't him. I believed it he looked so at peace and stress free. That's when I noticed. He held a small dagger in his hands.
I rushed over. "Luke put it down!!" He didn't hear me. I looked down at my body. It wasn't there. "Luke... please. Don't kill yourself. Please!! I'm begging!" Tears fell down my face. He dragged the cold metal across his wrist. Almost deep enough that the blade was half in.
His eyes glazed over and his face paled. He used his other hand. To cut the other wrist equally as deep. I was hysterically trying to get his attention. He set the blade down. That's when I noticed something. He held a small ring in his palm. The one that he proposed with.

He laid back in the grass. Blood seeped out of the cuts in his wrist. I screamed. His chest stopped rising and I broke. I curled into a ball and cried. "Luke!" I wailed still crying. "Young in don't cry." I jumped back at the small hand that laid upon my shoulder. I backed away from the woman.
She must've been Aphrodite. She was fucking gorgeous. "This isn't real. This is just what would happen if you died. Which you aren't going too. I can sense the immense love vibrating of the pair of you. Just calm down. If you stop breathing in here you do out there."

I was still slightly shaking from the scene i was just forced to witness. "Y-You're Aphrodite?" She nodded. I tried to look behind her at the the fake version of the dead Luke. "H-How do I g-get back out there?" She waved her hands and a door appeared to my left. "Go through there. It will take you back to the present. Stay strong." She faded. I shakily stood up and walked to the brown door. I turned my head back to Luke's dead body. I bent down next to it and stroked his cheek. Even though it wasn't actually him.
     He was like an exact carbon replica of him. He smelled the same. His soft skin felt the same, his hair. His nails were still tinted pink from when I painted them. His small amount of stubble on his chin. His strong arms. His jaw. The faded long scar going down the left side of his face. The way his bottom lip gently lay over his top lip.

    The way my heart felt for him. The way my entire life was saved because of this man. The way I was crying over a fake version of him. The way my heart broke when I saw him hold that knife. I rubbed my hand over his jawline like I do when he's sleeping. I closed my eyes. I kissed his forehead and stood up. I walked over to the door confidently. I turned the door knob and turned it. I walked through it. Bright white light blinded me and I squinted my eyes.
                        Your bitch is back.