Time passed, a minute, three at most.
The commotion made the lights in all surrounding buildings lit up.
The noise brought out nosy people to their windows, eager to see the source of the new gossip about to start.
„LUKE! LUKE! LUKAS YOU HEAVY BASTARD, ARGGGHHH!” A distorted voice yelled from behind a curtain of water. Something pulled on his leg, it hurt.
Everything hurt.
Thoughts swam in his head as if throught mud. Heavy and shallow, his mind was shook and disjointed.
Something in his stomach rumbled, and he felt the taste of blood fill out his mouth, he retched and puked blood, acid, the stomach content covering him and the destroyed hood of the car he rested on.
He couldn't breathe. His ribs were broken, and lungs collapsed.
*I... can't... breathe....breathe! Breathe, Khaa, ghaa, breathe!! *
More on instinct than on purpose, he slammed his left fist into the air, and it cracked against a panel of telekinetic force. The power coursed through him, and from two seeds, it bloomed, pushing against his ribcage and making the bones rattle with blinding pain. His lungs popped and expanded like ballons about to burst.
He coughed madly, wheezed, and as the spittle and blood sprayed from his lips, slowly, he took in air, the damp, smelly, full of sulfur air that burned his lungs, and as the fire spread, it turned into conflagration that cleansed his mind from confusion.
With a rapid snap, he kicked away the hands that were grabbing his aching and bleeding ankle, now more purple from the bruise than white from the color of his skin.
Groaning like a sinking ship, he rolled to his side, the metal doors of the car digging into his side as he passed over it and dropped onto the asphalt. His back hot and steaming, drawing in the cold of the surface it laid on.
Someone was standing over him, screaming into his face and wildly flapping his arms, trying to convey something.
His ears were ringing, loudly, almost deafening the sound was to him. The only thing that helped was the sound of his blood rushing through his body, adrenaline and shock clogging up his ears.
With a groan, he flips over to the side and winces as the right arm is forced to move, all the bones and tissue shuffling and stretching in ways they were never meant to.
The squelch, the squelch is what echoes in his ears, rebounding inside his skull untill a crescendo that causes another wave of vomit. It pools on the rugged asphalt, mixes with the pebels and blades of grass.
His face is squashed into the floor, and he can feel the coarse texture of the asphalt that makes the parking lot. The glass, the pebbles, the smell of old pain that makes the markings of parking spots, it all hits him at the same time, trying to disorient him more.
But no!
He had a purpose, and that purpose was coming back to him. Slowly, but surely. Creeping back from the darkness that addled his mind.
A child...two children...twins! Twins, taken away by an evil unknown to him, Evil of magical origin that only he could have stopped.
HE FAILED!
He failed the innoccence of infants, he failed his job, he failed once again.
Something within him burst, both energies trembled and shook as something gripped them and tore at them like a mad bulldog. Neither the Void, nor the Chaos could claim it's wielder, their reach limited, held tight.
Both craved for control, to be released, yet were unable to as Luke's will pressed heavily on them. For brief moment as insanity started to set it, the will of a man claimed hold over the Primordial powers, and forced them into submission.
For his rage was greater than their purpose, his will caged them, he willed for his body to release the anger, unprompted by others, unguided by unknown and foreign. This anger was his and his alone, the pain that must be paid is his price to pay alone.
He NEEDED to feel this. On his own. To claim this moment and etch it deeply in his self, for this act of failure was unforgivable to him. Something that will shape what he becomes.
The powers pulsed and pushed against their captor, wanting to make best of this moment and dig in deeper into his conciousness, to twist him even more, to make him Embody their aspects, fill in the Cracks that are opening up in his Mental Scape and from their spread their roots even further.
They trembled in impotence as with their intervention, Luke's will and anger only rose further, and it crashed into them, his own mind and the world outside like tidal waves.
Luke released a gutteral growl, it came from deep within, the rumble, the rage, the dissapointment. It overflowed like an volcano eruption, it spilled forth and wrecked the land.
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With each moment passing, he was turning into a cataclysm given flesh form.
With a heave, he smashed his right side into the car next to him, barely missing Sebastian who, in fear, started backing away and tripped, dodging by hairs breath the fate of being turned to minced meat.
The crash was deafening, the only thing that rang louder than the sound of metal bending was the pop and crackle of a shoulder joint being crammed into place and the howl of a maddend man.
It was not enough.
With a swing, his right arm, bent unnaturaly in the elbow swung over his head.
BANG!
„AAAAAAAAAAGH!!!! FUUUUUCK!” He cursed as his forearm smashed against the doors of an old Opel, ripping the doors of the hinges and pushing them inside of the car he struck. The arm bent and tore, but the elbow joint was pushed in its place.
With another move, he raised his hand above his head and drove an elbow down like a guilotine, sheering the metal roof and the passanger seat of the car like knife through butter. The shoulder was firmly back in place, and the car was almost bisected.
„SON OF A WHORE! FUUUUUCK!” He turned back around to the crumpled car he landed on, and with a heel kick, he pushed the 1,5 ton car into the one next to it. More glass shattered, the rims slid against the parking lot releasing a blast of sparks.
He rushed to the crumpled car with heavy steps and hooked both his arms under it. Gripping the underside of the car, his fingers sank into the metal frame. Metal like putty, maliable in the immense power that held it. His knuckles popped, and the veins around his forearms threatened to escape his pale skin. More and more purple and blue puddels were popping up around his arms and making their way up to his already battered torso.
„KUUUURWAAA!” A yell of indignation escaped his clenched teeth as his orfices bled, with his whole body tensed he lifted from his thighs, his ankle gushing blood. He almost doubled in size as the herculian act was taking place. With rapid breaths snaping like a whip, and mania clouding his eyes he exerted more and more strenght being drawn purely from his enhanced flesh.
1 seconds, 2 seconds, 3 seconds, and the growl continued as the metal squeled while being lifted, with an expulsion of air, he grunted and flipped one car onto antother. Roof to roof, they connected, and they both folded from the weight they carried.
The metal clanged as it dented and pressed into each other. Two pieces of a puzzle never meant to be put together, yet they fit so well.
„RAAAAAAAAGH!” The havoc was insuffictient, with the brunt of his whole body, he smashed into the folded cars and made them slide, slowly, painfully slowly as the weight of over 3 tonnes dug railroad tracks in the asphalt.
His muscles strained, pulled so tightly they snapped like violin strings, his heart was pounding like war drums, each beat a call to violence, his veins bulging and trying to escape from his skin, with each haggard breath, they pulsed along the flashes of his anger, a true concert of rage.
The Veil lashad him, with each new onlooker, his defiance was punished more and more as attention of many bore down on him, his skin gashed open, from his scapl to his heels. He started pummeling the folded cars with his fists, elbows and knees, and with each strike, cacophony resounded, and as that inhuman, impossible cacophony struck the ears of civilians, so was he struck by The Veil.
He welcomed the pain, for it was just, it was a toll for his failure he felt was insufficient to pay the price.
The outrage continiued, and with it came more destruction. The body moved on insticnt as the mind was drowning with memories and flashes. With his enhanced senses, it was all so clear. He could recall the pores on the cheeks of the infants, how they filled up with water from their tears. He could see their mothers lifeless eyes, drilling into him, he could hear her absent spirits scream, begging for a saviour to protect them.
It was supposed to be him.
BANG!
It should have been him.
BANG ! BANG!
But he was not enough, never enough!
The rattle of metal created a cacophony, like an automat set on destruction, Lukas made his way around the parking lot, crashing into everything that surrounded him, cars, lamps, wire fence, a motorcycle was picked over his head and tossed 6 spaces down only to stop on a parked lorry, penetrating into it and bursting into a plum of fire as the fuel ignited. The back of the lorry was slowly burning as Lukas used his bear hands to rip the metal into sheets and dismember the vehicle down to the basic parts.
More and more, the outpor of violence seemed unending, unstopable, a force of nature given form. Just like an earthquake or a tornado, it seemed unstopable and without a purpose in the destruction it brought. It simply was, and it simply had to destroy everything that it came into contact.
Not knowing how much time passed, he awoke from his confusion sitting on top of the two cleaved and crumpled cars, covered in gashes spilling blood. His elbows rested on his kness as his head hung low, streaks of fluids streaming from his face to form a pool between his legs, the color of crimson marring the remnenants of the underside of the car.
The sun was setting, sky was getting about as gray as the surrounding buildings. A feable ray of light pierced through the clouds and laid upon Luke, a spotlight for the main character of this show.
He raised his head, his neck muscles snapping in pain and spine cracking, and he saw the desolation his outburst caused. The mangled cars strawn around like corpses after a battle, floor pulverized, broken, cracked. Looking up, he saw the whole in the building where he jumped out of, damage spreading into surrounding floors. He looked down once again. There, behind the totalled car, stood Sebastian, and behind him a crowd forming. All stuck in dead silence, wheather it's because the noise from the alarms were too loud to speak over or if they were simply dumbstruck by the rage tantrum that Luke just thrown, he did not know.
He did know a heavy burden laid on his shoulders, he knew he failed, and that he has to rest.
„...Chocxzz....egh! CH...egh-gh!” He tried to command Sebastian to get moving and get away from here yet his vocal cords disobeyed him, unable to make the orders given true. In his state of mania, he must have tore them while screaming and growling like an animal with rabies.
With another grunt, he used his slick palms to push his butt of the car and shakily landed on his feet, almost falling to the ground as his ankle blarred with pain, making him stumble for a few steps closer to Sebastian.
He flinched and took a step back. Visible fear and terror set it's roots deep in his eyes. He was sweating bullets, quick, shallow breaths made his whole body tremble and his bald head was filled with veins from all the muscle in the body being tense, body ready to act on the flight or fight response. His pupils were really wide, and Luke could practically smell the adrenaline coming off the man.
A moment of silence passed, Luke could „See” the Veil taking effect, the condensation of magical and mental powers guided by The Veil coated all onlookers and through an immensly intricate mind bridge created a series of events that will match for everyone and explain the unexplainable. It forced that extra level of calm on them untill he was here, forced them not to use their phones and take any pictures untill the source of the anomaly dissapeared.
Sebastian's mind was blanketed heavily, yet the Veil had a harder time with him, he saw much more than the rest, he knew Luke personally, much more factors to manipulate, small details to fit. That, and his irregular mental state made it harder for the compulsion and manipulation spell to take effect.
The silence was broken as Sebastian spoke in a whisper.
„God... Goddamn it, what...what the fuck was that?” The mumbling was inaudiable in the cacophony of the parking lot, almost, Luke could hear it and he waited for more to come.
Sebastians voice grew louder, each word rising in volume, an outpour of shock and emotion that conquered the noise of their surrondings.
„WHAT THE FUCK! ARE YOU MENTAL?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!! YOU INSANE BASTARD!”
Unable to cope with what he saw, the man turned to vulgarities and accusations, and Luke let him. He waited as more and more useless words poured out untill, after a minute, the man calmed down and settled.
Seeing no reaction from Luke, and that, apparently, he had calmed down, he finally asked.
„DID YOU CALM DOWN FINALLY? CAN WE FUCKING GO NOW? THE COPS ARE BOUND TO COME SOON YOU MADMAN!”
And Luke simply nodded, unable to respond even if he wanted to.
With his spirit extinguished, a barely lit flame doused by shame, he allowed his cronee to prop him up and they shuffled to their car. Sebastian was cursing under his breath as the immsnse weight of Luke bore down on him as the man had to hobble to walk.
Walking back to the car took few minutes, all spent in silence between the two. Luke could feel the man under him shudder from more than simple burden of his weight. It was fear, fear that seeped dip.
He cast a mental ward to reflect onlookers from them, they became practically invisible to other mortals as they made their way to the car.
Finally reaching it, Sebastian opened the back door and Luke fell inside with a groan as his bones shifted and muscles protested with a scream of rebelion. Barely having the strenght to tuck his legs in by himself, he pulled the knees closer and rested them on the back of the passanger seat at front.
Sebastian entered the car in a hurry, still worried about potential cops or other gang members finding them.
With screeching tires, the car backed up, and shot forward away from the congregation of onlookers that only now started to actually register what was happening. As they drove away Luke started hearing screams and shocked reactions.
Their journey blurred into an abstract painting of gray shapes and depressive colours, lacking form and expression. Coming in and out of conciousnes, Luke was balancing on the rope of sanity, holding on his shoulders a heavy burden, lives unprotected, fate broken, promises unfulfiled.
The time passed, similar to how molasses drips, it disobeyed normal conception of thought, and simply run it's own course.
Suddenly, the car's breaks screached to a halt. Luke's body was pushed forward and he had to use his arms to stop his fall, making him groan as the shattered bones in his right arm absorbed the impact.
They returned to the Club.