Luke Henry is cursed to live for (aneternity) wrote in repose, @ 2015-11-25 21:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, luke henry, matt devlin |
woods, abandoned houses: luke & matt
Who: Luke and Matt
What: Luke does not care about his own well-being, which is tragic.
Where: Matt's house. The woods.
When: Recentish.
Rating: Uh, TBD. Probably blood.
There had been an incident.
That was what his superiors called them. The Captain, especially. Incidents. A neat little word for something that wasn't neat or little. Area 52 had them, but they weren't restricted to the facilities. Luke spent most of his time at the military facility—he didn't have the rank to be allowed near the labs. Not that something like rank would, or could, stop him, but he didn't want to push his luck. Not yet, anyway. He played nice, mostly, all bark and no bite, biding his time. Until he found —her, his heart, his soul, he couldn't leave. Or, until he ruled out the possibility of her being in this goddamned town.
Anyway, the incident. The reason why he was bleeding, an ugly gash stretching from just below his ribs to his right hip and staining his work clothes dark, dark, copper tang and metal. Oops. He couldn't go crawling back to the facility like this, they didn't like messes. He could go back to the motel, his joke of a home, but he was feeling a little woozy and he wasn't sure he'd be able to stitch himself up without passing out a couple of times.
Luke wasn't worried about dying. He knew he wouldn't. All wounds healed, sooner or later, but blood was a pain in the ass and an open wound was even more of a pain in the ass. And, you know, everywhere else.
There weren't a lot of options. But—there was a vet. Some guy, out in the woods. Okay, so he wasn't a dog, he was a person, but he'd said he could stop by. Taking the offer out of context was a risk Luke figured he'd take.
What did he have to lose, really?
He tried not to leave much of a blood trail on his way, not that it really mattered in the woods. Creepy houses out here, some of them. He found what he hoped was the right one and knocked—how polite.