-He woke up.
He woke up, and that was enough to confirm it in his own head.
Things were not as they appeared in the prestigeous school that was Barren Pines.
Had it been someone more... rational or fearful... the realization that his girlfriend, with whom he'd spent many a recent days swappin' spit and affection with, had died of an incredibly contagious disease Lucas probably would have felt more trepidition and fear in the days after the memorial. But disease was rarely something young boys worried about, and the fact now apparent.. that he'd yet to show any symptoms or died of the disease himself did little to the notion. Other than prove that there WAS something more henious at hand. And that something more tangible had a hand in the death of his friends.
The thought had crept upon him slowly. Between grief, tired delerium, a life time of rotting his brain with constant violent and deluded storylines, and the sheer frusteration and inability to explain away the events... somewhere in there... something had clicked in the teen's brain. Suddenly as he awoke.. suddenly there WAS an explaination.
He had been training his whole young life for this... unnumerable Resident Evils, countless Silent Hills, House of a 1000 Corpses, Persona 4, a slew of dark survival horror plot lines nibbled at the edges of his mind, leaking and intwining into his thoughts.
He'd been ignoring the strange discomfort and general sense of silent fear that had been radiating from fellow students for weeks now. But the death of his friends... and his girl. Why was it that it seemed so suddenly centered around him?
It was fairly simple. He was the protagonist.
And something was in need of a serious a** kicking.
It was as simple as that, he assured himself as his foot crashed through the wooden chair, splintering it into three large pieces. All he needed to do was find out the objective. To hunt down whatever b*****d was behind this. And then that ******** was going to find out REAL quick what happened when you laid a hand on protagonist's friends and family.
He kicked at the wood until a leg was free, grasping it like a bat with a dangerously sharp edge. This was bullshit.. but atleast it wasn't "holy water" Clocktower bullshit. It'd do for now until a better weapon presented itself.
He didn't bother to change. Didn't bother with the fact that gee.. he should probably go to class. Exiting his dorm room with the wood gripped firmly in his hand, his expression was dark, eyes feverishly scanning the hallway. He needed a clue. A puzzle to reveal something that might give him an idea of what he had to do... what had to be done.. to make things better again.-
