Insanity [Closed in progress]
Who: Lucas Ransom and Zach Bosch
Where: Luke's Home
When: Day 39; early morning.
What: The blood's causing Luke to go insane.
Warnings: Luke insanity, adult situations and conversations.
Luke could see in all, and that horrible stench of death filled his nose. Bright blue eyes couldn't focus on a single thing except the once living body that laid in front of him. He was shaking. This wasn't right. This was Tran. Tran was supposed to avoid death. He had done it once.
He couldn't feel a thing at that moment, and that he knew was the smell of blood and the sight of his beautiful ex-boyfriend splayed out on the table, gutted. His chest didn't heave anymore with excited breaths, instead now pretty golden skin was covered in dark red smudges and clear fluids.
"Tran... Tran... It's me, Luke. Come on baby. Open your eyes for me." Luke could hear his voice shaking but he didn't care, no one mattered at the moment, no one except for Tran.
His hand's reached up to touch once warm skin, only to find it ice cold. His hand reached over the corpse, smearing Tran's blood onto his skin before he collapsed to the ground and sobbed, the smell of death and blood engulfing his senses.
Luke's dream wouldn't leave his head. It had seemed so real. The way Tran was displayed on that metal table. The way his body was tortured and cracked open. It didn't help that the journal kept bleeding. It smelled like Tran did. The smell wouldn't go away.
Luke sat there, taring at his hair, shaking and trembling. Tran wasn't dead. He couldn't be dead, but for some reason, Luke couldn't believe that and he blamed himself.
Where: Luke's Home
When: Day 39; early morning.
What: The blood's causing Luke to go insane.
Warnings: Luke insanity, adult situations and conversations.
Luke could see in all, and that horrible stench of death filled his nose. Bright blue eyes couldn't focus on a single thing except the once living body that laid in front of him. He was shaking. This wasn't right. This was Tran. Tran was supposed to avoid death. He had done it once.
He couldn't feel a thing at that moment, and that he knew was the smell of blood and the sight of his beautiful ex-boyfriend splayed out on the table, gutted. His chest didn't heave anymore with excited breaths, instead now pretty golden skin was covered in dark red smudges and clear fluids.
"Tran... Tran... It's me, Luke. Come on baby. Open your eyes for me." Luke could hear his voice shaking but he didn't care, no one mattered at the moment, no one except for Tran.
His hand's reached up to touch once warm skin, only to find it ice cold. His hand reached over the corpse, smearing Tran's blood onto his skin before he collapsed to the ground and sobbed, the smell of death and blood engulfing his senses.
Luke's dream wouldn't leave his head. It had seemed so real. The way Tran was displayed on that metal table. The way his body was tortured and cracked open. It didn't help that the journal kept bleeding. It smelled like Tran did. The smell wouldn't go away.
Luke sat there, taring at his hair, shaking and trembling. Tran wasn't dead. He couldn't be dead, but for some reason, Luke couldn't believe that and he blamed himself.