A small noise softly flows in the background of a pitch-black setting, "Lukzzz…" calls gently, as if being spoken from only a short distance away. "Lukzzz." rings out again, however this time it's slightly louder and can be heard clearer. A soft husky voice gently whispers the same name, this time as if it was being spoken right up against your ear, "Lukz." You can almost feel the delicate breath of air leaving its mouth with the words still attached. A narrow light appears directly centre of a thick black screen.
"LUKUS!", Bellows out from the darkness! Flashing a grim white severed face right before your eyes! All its skin is torn, as if sliced to show the insides of its weeping soul. Blood red eyes pierce through its white, slimy, pale skin. A nose turned into its face, leaves only an outline of two small holes, as long strands of black hair cling to the openings within its skin. It almost resembles the face of a once beautiful and elegant woman, but now all that remains is the marking of a gruesome and painful death.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!" Screams a broad, pale skinned man as his eyes flash open. He franticly flings up his head and body, shaking it while blinking rapidly, trying to almost erase the gruesome image from his mind. His eyes appear to be two different pigments, one an ominous red with the other being a pure ocean blue. Suddenly, a loud nocking thuds onto a door, only meters in front of a mattress which the man is perched upon. Slightly startling him, he turns to look towards it.
"LUKZ!", a voice shouts from the other side. A small pause, then another three big thuds smash down, almost shaking it lose from its hinges! *THUD, THUD, THUD!* The muscular toned man gently lays back onto his mattress, attempting to stay still and act like no one is home.
"Lukz, wake up, I have one for you!", A muffled voice shouts. The long blonde-haired man lays still while watching his door, when a hand sticks through its letter box. *SNAP!* Immediately breaks out, followed by
"AHHHHH!" calling from outside!
Lukz starts to snigger.
"LUKUS!!" The voice outside screams. "Let me in, so I can break the other half of your face!" He demands.
"Can't break what you can't touch, little man.", He replies, slumping into his pillows.
"AHHH! Just let me in.", the man outside says aggravated.
"Okaaay Kevin. But, put the mouse trap down, you don't want another cheese sniff, do you?", Lukz replies, flinging a duvet off his undressed body. He jumps to his feet, then struts over to the door while grabbing a couple of beer bottles off a small, bohemian style table. He slips 3 chain latches to the side and pulls two sliding garden fence locks, unlocking his door. Turning its handle, he swiftly opens it up while sticking his leg out in the open gap. A long arm and body plunges forward, holding a mouse trap at head height. Pushing into nothing, the forward motion carries a tall man with medium length thick black hair, wearing a tight leather jacket and dark grey jeans into the flat! He trips over Lukz's leg, falling face first onto the mattress.
"AHHHH!", Kevin calls out. Pausing for a second, he slowly turns his body over to reveal a mouse trap attached to his nose, planted between a pair of thick emerald green eyes!
Lukz bursts into laughter, "Ahahahaha, I told you Kevin, you can't break what you can't touch!" He says, holding his sides.
"Dahm you Lukz, why do you always have to have the last laugh?" He asks, frustrated, attempting to pulls the mouse trap from his small button nose.
"Well, you're my little bro, it's my solemn duty as a big brother to make your life a living hell.", he reply's while winking his one alluring blue eye.
"Pfft, little bro? You're like, two minutes older than me?" Kevin promptly replies, ripping the mouse trap loose.
Kevin swiftly notices Lukz hanging two empty beer bottles down from his lower stomach. He instantly looks back up to his face, closing his eyes.
"AHHH really, you're going to stand over me with that thing dangling in my face! You know those bottles are see through!" Kevin shouts, frantically feeling around the bed for something he can put on. Lukz smirks, "Don't worry bro, my anaconda don't, my anaconda don't.."
Kevin turns back towards him, "Don't start singing that song! Plus, it's more like, your micro maggot don't, Your micro maggot don't!" He replies playfully, until feeling a lump underneath the duvet, so he grabs it. Slightly confused with what he has just grabbed, he slowly looks down.
"I hope that's not..", Kevin whispers to himself. Looking up the mattress, he notices an outline of a lean and curvaceous woman's body, lying there half asleep. He starts to boil with anger, turning back to look at Lukz, still standing there with a pair beer bottles over his privates. Lukz blares open his jagged yellow teeth, smiling weirdly towards him. Kevin quickly turns his head away, as he shouts out, "Get some bloody clothes on, because there has been another abnormal murder and Dibble needs you to take a look!!".
"alright mu.." Lukz replies but stops halfway through his sentence. He turns around without a seconds delay, mooning at Kevin. Glancing back towards him, Kevin rapidly lifts his hands to shield his eyes from Lukz's large, round butt cheeks, while he puts on a pair of blue boxer shorts that read "Man Needs Head.", printed on their front, with the body of a stick figure drawing but no head.
Luks spins back around saying, "Ready!" in a sarcastic manor.
Kevin pauses, opens his mouth to shout at him, but stops, stands up, then walks out the door in a frustrated and slightly disturbed manor.
Lukz shrugs his shoulder as he hits the top of a radio, turning it on.
The radio blurts out, "Okay, let's start this ass kicking summer afternoon here in Bournemouth, with an absolute banger, I'm Jas Vye and here is, NEFFEX – Fight Back.
Lukz looks at the radio, "There is going to be some serious ass kicking today!" He says, gently bobbing his head up and down. He turns the music up too full volume, then looks down at his feet, noticing his top from the night before. Bending over, he grabs a tattered red and blue tie-dye tank top, opening it up to reveal a, "SOCK IT TO ME" quote, printed on the top left pectoral, coloured in bright pink writing.
"Thank's Jamregalia, you really do know how to make a sick tank!" He says, pulling a small grin and sniggering while draping it over his head. It begins to partly cover his large, slight hairy chest, which is surrounded by protruding scratches, scars and bite marks. A large silver bull tattoo stays exposed on his right shoulder, with a wing on his left forearm. Lukz whips his body around as the chorus kicks in, mimicking each lyric while prancing around his tiny 2 roomed flat. Looking for a pair of trousers, some black leather one's lay crumpled on the other side of his room. He leaps over to them and begins to pull the tight trousers over his large, muscular legs. Hopping around on one leg he attempts to put the needle sized trousers on, until turning towards a large mirror mounted above a marble stone fireplace. He progressively stops hopping around, followed by maturely getting his other leg into his trousers as he glances towards an old picture of him, Kevin, a bold headed man with a large ginger beard, a small ginger haired baby girl and a blondie brunette beauty with piercing eyes, one a glimmering blue with the other being a striking green! They all laugh and smile while enjoying a day out at the beach. He reaches towards it with a blank stare, but delicately stretches over the top, attempting not to knock it. He pulls out a metal object and turns it towards the light. A glistening, polished carbon fibre surface, in the shape of a mask, which only covers the left side of a face, appears. Crudely cut out of it, is a large animated grin, stretching all the way to its cheek, with a pair of overgrown fangs painted around its mouth in an ivory white shade. Also, a faded red marking from a pair of woman's lips is placed just above the eye. Lukz flips it around to look inside, revealing an inscription which states, "IT'S YOUR LUK-Z DAY."
He pauses, then looks into his mirror with a stern and expressionless face. The left side of his face is covered in protruding scars and barely healed flesh wounds, his left eye is a blood shot red, with a broken iris protruding a thick black perimeter between its blood vessels. All of this is topped off with the left side of his head being completely shaved, as if he was trying to hide no secrets. However, his right side shows symmetrically perfect features, from a regular tipped nose, to succulent and enticing lips. Long, full locks of blonde hair drape over his face, rarely revealing an ocean blue eye which catches light almost perfectly, glinting like a laser cut diamond. Gently placing the mask over his scars, he turns away from his mirror and lets out another small smirk as the chorus kicks back in. Striding towards the front door, he reaches out for a big brown fur jacket hanging beside it, but suddenly stops. Still looking forwards, he gently askes, "Darcie, I need my belt."
A very fair but seductive voice creeps out from behind, "If you want it, you have to come and get it."
He turns towards his mattress, startled to see a stunning brunette laying there on her side, completely naked. Her gorgeous, seductive curves are entirely exposed as she lays poised with the duvet barely covering her ankles, only Lukz's Leather weapons belt wraps around her toned waist, with all different shapes and sizes of blade spitting out at every angle. Rolling his eyes, Lukz replies, "here we go again.", pretending to act disappointed.