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 Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 3:42 pm
**Begin "Attack"**
Luke sat in front of his computer screen, looking at his open law books and a piece of paper detailing what was required for his take-home exam in Ethics. However, he wasn't thinking about school, his exam, or the fact that he had roughly seven hours before he'd hand in his exam to his professor. He wasn't thinking about the 74% he got on his last paper, or his grades that would be up online in less than a week.
He was thinking about his fight with Aimee and his fight with Chuck. He was thinking about Meredith and how he hadn't should matter - but didn't to either of them.
Luke picked up his phone and read Aimee's last text message. 'I'll be up until 11 p.m. Let me know.'
He glanced at the clock. Five minutes to one in the morning. Over the past hour, Luke had sat uselessly at his desk, trying to motivate himself to either go over there and manhandle the situation - or at least text her back saying that he didn't have the time.
He sneered. What could she possibly have wanted to talk about anyway? She said everything she ******** had to say - and then some. They both had, and Luke had no desire to revisit and rehash what had already been said.
Luke sat there, staring at his computer screen for a few more minutes, before he decided enough was enough. This was ********' bullshit. He'd go over there. If she didn't answer the door, he didn't ******** care. That was fine. At least, when she try to call him out, he would be able to say that she was ********' crazy.
He'd been there.
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Luke walked across campus, hunched over and looking very much like an over-grown ten year old. He entered Aimee's dorm hall, flashed his student ID to the woman behind the desk, and took the elevator up to her floor.
He sighed as he walked quietly into the hall and up to Aimee's door.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 3:57 pm
*On Aimee's door was taped a page of notebook paper, ripped from a spiral notebook. Written on it in in a flourished scrawl of sharpie was:
Hey, Buddy!
Aimee is asleep right now.
She's quite a cute girl, huh?
Be nice and don't bug her.
I'll be waiting outside for you.
Your pal,
-S
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 4:15 pm
*Luke broke into a cold sweat as he read the note..... Then fury twisted and turned beneath Luke's exterior, until it rose in him like the rising dawn. Given their history, he should have stopped to question the Seraphim's note. He should have stopped for just a second and thought through his actions.*
*But like so many other times in his life, Luke finds himself running before he even realizes he's moving. He throws back the stairwell door and pounds down the stairs towards the exit. His face is clogged with blood, the paper clenched in his white-knuckle fist.*
*He bolts through the lobby and out into the open. He turns around, searching wildly in every direction. Panic sears through him. Where was that son of a b***h hiding? WHERE THE <********> WAS HE?!
He breaks into a dead run around the building.*
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 4:31 pm
*The courtyard is suspiciously empty.. that is, except for one figure, half in the shadows. He starts walking towards Luke. As he does, he becomes much more identifiable, the smirk on his face recognizable. The Seraphim stops short about thirty yards from Luke and his eyes narrow. He walks a little closer and stops again*
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm....
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 4:43 pm
*Luke runs into the courtyard. He halts for a fraction of a second, as he sees the Seraphim standing in the shadows, no less than thirty feet away. His eyes flash the Seraphim a look of pure HATE.*
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 4:50 pm
*The Seraphim's eyes flash and his mouth curls up into a sneer*
So..... you've got a new toy, do you? That's a pretty dangerous thing to have, isn't it? I don't know where you got it, but its not going to stop me. Don't think for a moment that it can keep you safe. You or your family. Or your pretty little girl. You know, Aimee has such beautiful...
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 5:03 pm
*The Seraphim's talking about they key, his family, Aimee ... Luke barely hears him. His eyes see only red. Luke tears across the courtyard, towards this thing that threatened his family, threatened Aimee, attacked Maggie and Cora, and killed Hajime.*
*Rage builds up in his throat and exits as a bellowing warcry. He closes the distance between them, hauls back his fist, and DECKS the Seraphim right across the face.*
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 5:19 pm
*The Seraphim stands there, looking smugly as Luke charges him. Luke swung back and launched his fist... Luke's fist didn't stop dead. It followed through, and just like some slow motion action sequence, The Seraphim's eyes shot wide in bewilderment and disbelief. Luke's punch sent the angel tumbling to the ground.
The Seraphim's hand went up to his cheek where Luke had struck him. he looked up at Luke, shocked, and then it immediately turned to unbridled hatred. The angel sprang forward, his entire body shaking with rage.
NOBODY DID THAT TO HIM!
His muscles flexed in his arm and in a flash, he slammed his fist into Luke's jaw, sending him to the ground*
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 5:31 pm
*Luke watched the Seraphim go down, the blow clipping his words off with brutal neatness. Lukes' mouth dropped open and he mirrored the Seraphim's look of complete and utter disbelief.... Then Luke's eyes fall into a deep, vindicated glare.*
*In his triumph, Luke hauls back to punch him again and leaves himself wide open. The Seraphim hits him right across the jaw. A bolt of pain shoots through his head. Luke's head snaps back and he hits the ground ....*
*And in the next second, Luke jumps back up to his feet. With an enormous grunt, he goes to attack again....*
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 5:38 pm
* But the Seraphim was already walking away before Luke hit his feet. He snarled back at Luke*
You'll regret that. Don't think for a MOMENT that some toy will stop me! You tell Melliandra that she and I will be having a chat.
*The Seraphim slips into the shadows and is simply... gone. His voice, however, lingers*
You're a DEAD man now, Lucas Blaize!
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:03 pm
*Luke runs forward to attack him again, but the Seraphim is gone. Luke's breath shudders out of his chest and he chokes out.* Huh...
*He did it. He attacked and drove out the Seraphim.*
*He protected them. He kept them safe.*
*Luke just about falls over in relief. He finds his balance, crouching down and holding a hand against his throbbing jaw. After a short second, he bolts back up to his feet.*
*Aimee. Luke falls into a run ... Then stops himself. No. She can't see him like this. But he needs...*
*Luke looks around the courtyard. Out of paranoia, he circles the building, making sure the Seraphim had truly left, that his campus truly was safe, and most importantly - that no one saw anything.*
*Then Luke got on his cell phone and called Aimee.*
**End "Attack"**
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