3:00 A.M. The stillness of the small town night was shattered by a howling police siren.
"Shit." Lucas said to himself under his nose as he ran down a dark alleyway, soaking wet from the rain.
Lucas's white-dyed hair, face and torn grey jumper were covered in the young blood of four n. His footsteps pounded the rain puddles, leaving a tiny trail of blood.
"How did they find so quickly?" Lucas said while nervously biting his lower lip, leaving a slight wound.
The echoing police sirens moved away, towards the centre of the town. All that was left was the sound of rain hitting the ground and Lucas's footsteps on the wet concrete ground.
Lucas ran to the end of the alley and saw a familiar man wearing a raincoat and holding a gun pointed at Lucas.
"It's all over. Lucas. Enough."
"Shit." Lucas stopped running and raised his hands. His pulse quickened with the adrenaline rush; Lucas smiled impishly.
"Hi Jas. Haven't seen you in ages."
Jas holstered his gun. His eyes were puffy from sleepless nights and endless tears. His hands shook with cold, and fear.
"I see you haven't quit drinking yet?" Lucas laughed awkwardly and took a step forward.
"Still working as a detective on my case?" Lucas asked while trying to lower his hands.
Jas stood in silence, observing Lucas's every move. Jas couldn't risk it in front of a monster.
"Say sothing." Lucas got annoyed and took another step forward.
*BANG*
Jas shot, aiming for Lucas's leg, but missed due to shaking hands. The sound of the shot reverberated down the alley, deafening Lucas for a mont.
"Nice aim, sir." Lucas chuckled.
"Please, Lucas. Don't make do this."
"I'm not making you do anything... Just release ." Lucas said with a furrowed brow.
"76 people. In the last 8 years, you've killed 76 people..."
Lucas raised his eyebrows in surprise; as if he didn't know. He slowly lowered his hands and tilted his head in thought. He didn't feel guilty, on the contrary; Lucas felt ecstatic. Besides, he knew how to break detective Jas.
"What was your daughter's na?" He asked, putting his finger to his head in thought.
"Lucas... Please." Jas began to beg again. He didn't want to hear what Lucas would say.
"Lilith. Her na was Lilith." Lucas said while slowly closing his eyes.
"Tell , Mr. Jas. Who killed Lilith?"
Jas felt his chest tighten; the words caught in his throat. He wanted to answer, but he couldn't utter a word.
"And who locked that murderer in the warehouse, and set it on fire?" Lucas lost patience and raised his voice.
"ANSWER !" Anger flashed in Lucas's eyes, and he started walking towards Jas.
"Lucas... 76 people, Lucas."
"You know yourself that they were all the sa."
"Just give yourself in, Lucas. You know you need help."
Lucas's heart was pounding, but this ti not with excitent, but with grief. Lilith, a brunette girl, around 11 years old; appeared smiling in front of Lucas and terrifying him. That face faded into a pale ghost with blood flowing instead of tears.
"STOP HAUNTING !" Lucas scread in rage, waving his hands in front of him, trying to push away the horrible image.
Suddenly, Lucas lost control. There was a fury in his eyes that he knew only one way to stop. But not this ti.
"I'm sorry, Lucas." Jas said as he saw Lucas approaching him at almost superhuman speed. And after a mont, he pulled the trigger.
*Bang*
Jas fired as Lucas ca within arm's length. The bullet tore through Lucas's brain; killing him. After Lucas fell to the ground; Jas put the gun to his own temple.
"I am sorry." He apologized again, as tears ford in his eyes. Jas took off the hood of his raincoat and let the rain wash away his tears one last ti.
"But yes, Lucas; you were right."
As much as Jas didn't want to admit it, he was weak after Lilith's death; he was always grateful to Lucas for the cri he committed. However, he knew that Lucas had slowly lost his sense of right and wrong. Lucas's last victims were simple drunks who jokingly threatened a girl and went their separate ways.
"Lucas, I should have killed Lilith's murderers myself."
"The twelve-year-old shouldn't have taken over my burden. Forgive and thank you."
A year after the shooting, Lucas's soul woke up in darkness. Sowhere in the depths of the universe. But it was a nightmare for him.
"I don't see anything."
For several years, they floated in an endless void. Alone. Lilith began to haunt him, but this ti, he was glad that at least his imagination kept him company. All he could do was hope he would fall asleep and never wake up.
"What do we have here."
A childish voice drifted past Lucas. The sound echoed and shook the cosmos, however it did not harm Lucas; it made him curious.
"Who said that?" Lucas began to look around until he finally saw a rapidly growing dot in the distance. Quickly, Lucas realized that the dot was moving towards him, taking on a human shape.
"Wow, the creatures of the imagination speak." Lucas said in amazent as he watched the red-eyed man wave his hand in front of his face.
"I've been called a lot of things, but I've certainly never been called a fignt of the imagination." The red-eyed guy laughed.
"So you..." Lucas's eyes bulged in surprise.
"I'm as real as you are." The red-eyed man said with a small smile on his face.
Lucas smiled back. Finally, after a long period of solitude, he has soone he can talk to.
"Are you Lucas?" The boy asked, watching Lucas's face idly.
When the man approached, he turned out to be a young guy with brown hair and sparkling red eyes. His white coat with golden accessories was too wide and hung down on him as if he were a child wearing his father's robe.
Lucas stared at him suspiciously, not sure if he was a real person or a fignt of his imagination. But the mont the guy started talking, it was clear to Lucas. This is a real person. The fignts of his imagination never speak, only watch him.
"Yes. And who are you?" Lucas asked with a small smile, a little pleased that he finally had soone he could talk to.
"I have no na. Or rather, nobody gave one. Not yet." The boy smiled gently and walked over to Lucas.
Lucas's hair fell over his eyes and he nervously brushed it away. He stared into the stranger's red eyes, which began to glow brightly, hiding the pupils and leaving the whites of his eyes dyed red.
"You don't belong here, Lucas." Suddenly, the guy grabbed Lucas's shoulder and smiled brightly.
"This dinsion belongs to the gods, not the ghosts. Co back when you're a god."
The void turned red, and before Lucas could panic, his eyes darkened again. There was no trace of the red-eyed boy; for a mont, Lucas thought he'd just got lost or was dreaming.
"What a realistic dream." Lucas said under his nose, disappointed that he didn't have a conversation partner again. But when he listened closely, he heard soone cursing.
"That's what you get for staring at , loser!" A young voice reached Lucas's ears, but it wasn't the red-eyed man's.
"W-What?" Lucas uttered again, his voice trembling.
Lucas felt a punch to the face, which resulted in a blow to the head, as if he had fallen to the ground. As if Lucas had a body. His head was dizzy, but Lucas was satisfied. Lucas didn't care about the pain, or the dizziness, or that soone had hit him. He finally had a body.
"I'm back." Lucas said, looking up at the sky covered with tree branches.
"I'm back at last." A mischievous smile appeared on Lucas's face.
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