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OlympusBlood
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Luke pulled back his arm, as if about to punch. "My name isn't Luke Baby, it's Luke. No last name. Just Luke," misunderstanding was one of Luke's flaws, but he wasn't going to calm.
But he didn't punch because then he got a flashback.
It was a fight. The faces of nine people, scrambling over each other. One himself. He couldn't see what they were trying to get. He didn't remember, anyways. He wished he'd forgotten the next part.
He was at the top of the group, and he pushed one of the others. Into the canal. They didn't resurface.
Luke watch Void just for a moment. He was a murderer. Even if it was an accident. He couldn't live like this in this violent world. And then he punched. Hard. Just to show he wasn't afraid.
But he didn't punch because then he got a flashback.
It was a fight. The faces of nine people, scrambling over each other. One himself. He couldn't see what they were trying to get. He didn't remember, anyways. He wished he'd forgotten the next part.
He was at the top of the group, and he pushed one of the others. Into the canal. They didn't resurface.
Luke watch Void just for a moment. He was a murderer. Even if it was an accident. He couldn't live like this in this violent world. And then he punched. Hard. Just to show he wasn't afraid.