Solo: The past catches up to you
After making sure that Kaatje had gotten home safely, Luke hadn’t wasted any time to get reacquainted with.. a old friend. The next scene took place sometime later in that night, Luke’s darkened figure pulling off a motorcycle helmet, attaching it to the handles of his motorcycle. It was an area that nobody really frequented, a rarely used warehouse.
Inside the dimly-lighted warehouse stood a dark haired man in one corner, evidently watching out for the injured man seated in a low chair. The slightest of nods was passed between Luke and the guard, Luke’s smile faded to a wry grin, eyes traveling downwards to briefly take a look at the extent of Gunn’s burns. This sure was a messy problem—Although it wasn’t as if the situation was unexpected. Luke sighed, taking a seat sloppily on another chair, hand leaning on the backside of the chair as he dexterously took out a cigarette from it’s container. He needed to smoke for this.
Silence. Smoke. More silence.
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“So.. Would you like to explain why you had to attack me outside of my bar? With a girl no less---“
“Don’t act like you didn’t know!” The pained voice cut in roughly, his loud volume echoing throughout the entire warehouse. “Up and leaving the gang, you thought it wouldn’t have consequences?! Who cares what company you’re with—she’s probably just a whore anyways.” He gave a disgusted sound, struggling against the hard grip of the other man, holding tightly on his injured shoulder. “Tch.”
“Actually, I thought I already suffered them. You guys nearly sent me to the hospital for leaving, remember? I’d appreciate you restraining your remarks against her—She was kind enough to protect me, wasn’t she? If it was a whore, she would have left me there with you.” Luke chuckled, one more cut off by the man’s short temper. “You thought you could leave? Let me break up your happy-go-lucky optimism and tell you, you’ll never completely get away. You think you’ve reformed? Nobody ever completely does.” He sneered once more, leaning back against the chair with an all-knowing gaze.
“Who says I have?”
The question was met with baffled silence--- Hadn’t Luke left the gang to better himself?
“I’m happy where I am. I just got tired of all the gang fights, the complaints and the bother of it. I didn’t leave because I thought I could make something out of myself—in case you haven’t noticed, I already did. I had a life before the gang, during the gang and even now, after the gang. I just have new ways of .. blowing off steam. Haven't you heard? I'm a pacifist now. “ Luke explained, the last word pronounced proudly, breathing out a puff of smoke.
"Running a gang was all fun and dandy but it gets to be a bother after awhile. I heard you've been made leader. My condolences." Luke statedm his tone was congratulatory but made with a hint of pity.
"What the---" The tattooed man jerked forward in his chair but never quite getting out of the grip of the other guard. "---you? A pacifist?" He scoffed skeptically, his hostile attitude only emphasized his skepticism. "Yep! I get to play the role of a normal college student. It's great! Hitting on girls, hanging out with friends, skipping class.." He could have gone on but Luke didn't need to say anymore for the man to get the picture.
"You should come back." The man quietly said, his look saying: you're not meant for this.
Oh, but Luke was.
He stood up, his posture unfolding, reading to stand up and leave, their conversation ending abruptly. The tattooed man was let go as the dark lanky man released his grip, joining Luke's side. Even with Luke's silent rejection, the tattooed man wouldn't give up.
It was a battle that would go unfinished but the results would always be the same.
Once they were a distance away, one sentence was emitted from Luke's partner. "Are you sure?" He asked, although it wasn't quite clear what he was referring to. It could have been the matter of letting the antagonist go or it might not have been. Or a matter pertaining to his abandonment of a mysterious life he had left behind. Or something else entirely.
"Yeah. I'm enjoying the whole hero role, you know? It's pretty fun as is."
"You're not cut out for it."
"I know, If it were my choice, I still wouldn't pick myself.I dont think I'd even put myself on the list."
"Me neither."
