Lukas Landvik (landvik_lukas) wrote in landvik_logs, @ 2013-06-19 22:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !human, lukas |
Who: Lukas Landvik (landvik_lukas)
When: Thursday, June 19, 2013
Where: Lukas' Office
What: First the academy, then Lukas...
Warnings: Mentions of a fight & blood
Rating: PG-13
Something to the right was making a gurgling sound. A wheezing came from the left. There was something cool against his face. With his eyes still closed and convinced he had just woken up from a bad dream, Lukas tried to move, but his fingers slipped on something wet. He wrinkled his forehead, which caused a pain to shoot through from the top of his head down through his spine. Or maybe it was always there. In fact, there was a lot of pain coming from just about every inch of his body. And the wheezing wasn’t coming from his left. And the gurgling wasn’t coming from the right. Everything was coming from him, and it was already sounding worse than just a few seconds ago. Opening his eyes, Lukas saw red. Blood. Right. There was a fight. He had been running around for days, and all he wanted to do was push everything to the side for a sanity break and maybe a little bit of lunch. Just a week ago, someone had written ‘Red Rover, Red Rover, Send Lukas right over!’ and other profanities in red paint over the white walls. Lukas quickly painted over it before anyone saw. The last thing he needed was the academy to start panicking about the possibility of Ezra King visiting the academy, especially when he was about 89% sure it wasn’t King who wrote the message. Plus, he had to deal with the backlash from some of the guards thanks to a round of firing he did after the ransacking of most of this building. Lukas was about to take a quick nap when the office door opened and a familiar face appeared. There was a smile from him but nothing in return. It made him uneasy to hear nothing but the sound of deliberate steps on a wooden floor coming closer to his desk. There was something wrong, but he didn’t realize how wrong it was until he was sucker punched just after getting out of his chair. Then it was all a blur of punches, scratches, broken bones and hard knocks to the head. Something else happened, something to cause the amount of blood around him, but Lukas wasn’t going to dwell on that. What he needed to dwell on was the fact he lost the fight and now needed help before he lost his life. He tried to yell out but only a whisper came, so he tried moving again. One of his fingernails on his right hand caught in the space between the wood planks, allowing his fingers to stop moving. He tried pushing himself up, but, again, there was pain. His left arm felt like there was a knife running through his skin from wrist to elbow again and again. He yelled again, but this time he gurgled and coughed. It wracked his body enough his nail bent back and fingers slipped through the blood. So... thought Lukas as the coughing subsided. He closed his eyes, ready to let go. This is what it feels like... Somewhere, far away, there was the sound of footsteps. Then there was nothing. |