So he'd walked through that door. As he'd done so, his mind had brought back things…things he'd long since forgotten. Luka. His name was Luka…or it had been back….before. Before….that weird guy would approach him. His mind reeled him back into the past, as Luka let himself just remember what he'd been before that world of becoming….something to test. He remembered that before everything had happened, he'd been…nothing more than a young adult. He remembered his mother. That was the first thing that came back to Luka Reeden's mind. His mother….and his young life.

He'd always been scared of the Bogeyman. The dark corners of his room. Luka's biggest fear had been the bathroom. Looking in the mirror of his bathroom in the dark had nearly given him fits as a child, and for his poor mother, a woman whose husband had left the day he was conceived….well…it was almost hell. He wouldn't sleep with the door open. It always had to be closed, and locked from the outside. Luka had never slept with it open, because every time he'd see the mirror in the dark, his heart would begin to race. To race like some creature was chasing after him. It was something he didn't understand. Something no one understood.

Even well into his high school years, he was terrified of the idea that he might really see something in that mirror. Even the locker room mirrors terrified the man, and he wouldn't go in the place alone. It would make his heart ache. His stomach would turn and he'd wonder how he was supposed to keep himself active in even his favorite sports. Yes, Luka had been your all around sort. He loved being a jock, and smart! He was good at the idea that he could be smart as well. His fear, well, as soon as he was in Junior year, he buried it deep inside himself. After all, he was training by that age. He was trying to learn how to be a good med student.

Once he was finally of age, once eighteen hit and those silly days of heart-wrenching fear were behind him (or so he thought), Luka was nervous and delighted when his mother told him it was time. Time for him to go up to college, to live a new life, playing soccer, and taking courses in medical school. He'd always been great with math and statistics, good with the knowledge that he was in training to be something more. Someone who could help people become….that something that he wanted when he was a kid.

He remembered having to drop out of med-school half way through. That there had been problems with his breathing. But….when he'd been on his way to the hospital, he found out that someone wanted to talk to him. That someone had been a stranger….a stranger telling him stupid things. Things that scared him. So he put it behind him as best he could. He decided to move on, and try to go back to med school. Thank god, his mother was willing to keep paying for his bills. It meant that he had a chance to become who he wanted. A chance to become….someone strong and perfect……well….strong anyways.

When age 23 hit….The young man found himself in a place where he'd never thought he'd be. He was almost done with school, but he'd decided to take yet another break. To study something more. Mythology. Something he'd fallen in love with. He'd decided to become pantheistic, taking on the knowledge of the Norse gods. The day he remembered that man, was a day in May, a warm day in the park, with the sun beating down on him, and his hands gently turning the pages of an old Myth tome.

His heart was calm though the night before it had been beating like a hummingbird. He remembered the nightmare he'd had. The nightmare of something pulling itself out of that mirror. That evil bathroom mirror. He was glad that the sunlight seemed to help dispel it. It washed away the pain of everything….the memory of his silly fear. Of course, night was beginning to fall, and it was to the point that he was just ready to up and leave…up until the memory of those words that man had told him haunted his mind. He was nothing more than some prey beast? Being haunted by this…..silly fear for someone's sick mind games? No. There was something that Luka could NOT accept, and that was that he wasn't in control, or on top.

While he was thinking about this, Luka spotted a familiar face. The face of the Stranger who'd told him all of this insane stuff. Taking a low breath, he moved over to him, his eyes narrowing a bit, "Okay look…..Just…..tell me more. I don't want to be controlled. I want to be the one controlling. I want to be in command. I want to be strong….I want to FEEL perfect." The grin that spread across the man's face...it was creepy with a capital C. He launched into a long rant, and Luka listened. Listened very intently….and then hung onto the last few words……"...mankind doesn't have to be the cattle any longer. Nor even prey with a fighting chance. Because people like me, people like you, have the ability to become Hunters." Hunters. A word that seemed to stick in his head.

Luka had to take it. Getting to his feet, he felt his pride swell, the logic overwhelming. Hey, he'd get to be something more than some pathetic thing who sat around, terrified of his own bathroom mirror….or every bathroom mirror, in that case and point. With that, he guessed that he sealed his fate. A fate that he thought he wanted….Now that he was deceased, he supposed that he'd made the wrong choice….

But at the very least….he wasn't afraid. He wasn't afraid any more, and more than anything, Luka was ready to face whatever the hell came next.