Faint music was playing on a retro music record. On a sofa in the middle of the large room was liesurely sitting a young man with slightly disheveled hairs as if just awoken from deep sleep. Traditional lustrous black hairs , three dimensional facial features, sharp jawline. If one could ignore his icy blue eyes containing no emotion, they might want to prostrate themselves to this Godlike figure.
Luke summers . That is the name of the young man sitting on the sofa. Today was just another day breathing for Luke.
From the very day he was born, Luke's destiny was set in stone. As a child different from his peers , Luke was usually silent and alone making him look pitiful. It was only a certain incident that his family discovered that this young man wasn't a pitiful little rabbit always silently staying in a corner , rather a cold-blooded serpent watching the play all along.
Summers family was not some ancient clan with rich heritage . Morgan summers created his buisness empire by his own hands with blood and sweat. He indeed got help from his in -laws Jonas family, a rich old clan one might say ,but that was all there to it was. A minute help . As his son , Luke had many expectations on him . A king with bag of diamonds is admired and envied yet a commoner with a bag of diamonds attracts hatred and greed.
Luke was diagonised with Schizoid Personality Disorder. It was already a hard job for him to recognize or feel emotions like a normal human , But the constant threat to his life due to his bieng a high IQ as well as greed of people cospiring against his family turned him colder and ruthless. Luke was by far the worst enemy one could encounter.
Ding~
Breaking the tranquility , his mobile phone rang. Looking at the message , his gaze chilled .
[Medicine administered on Mr. Morgan was from Vicky Jones, Vincent Jones cousin.]
He knew who the man was .Vincent Jones. His uncle's secretary .
knock!knock!
Butler politely entered the room .
"The car and documents are ready Young Master."
Nodding to Butler, Luke finally decided to get up and prepare for his big day.
He's going to put an end to this play today. After this he would let his father resume his postion as president of the group.
Afterall , His father was still acting as if medicine worked to catch some moles in the group.
He and his father planned an all out purge of filth within the group this time to gain complete control
Looking out of the window of his apartment , Luke gazed at the high speed life on the road , the twilight in the sky . Fluttering his eyelashes downwards covering all emotions in his eyes , He walked out .
"let's go ".
In a silver black car on the highway.
" Young Master! Someone's following. " Driver reported.
"let them ." looking at the driver , Luke coldly said.
Driver sweatdropped and replied affirmative.
Suddenly in a matter of seconds his vision blurred. Looking at his bloodsoaked clothes, His almost torn body, Luke groaned in pain , but that was all he felt. He knew he was plotted . Despite being good at deception , He made a novice mistake for the first time . Looking at the collided car against his car , he knew it was typical double decoy . He should have known.
Closing his eyes filled with physical pain yet detachment to anything and everything , Luke drew his last breath .
Drip~ Drip~
Sounds of liquid dripping on the ground grew closer and closer.
gasp~
Bloodshot eyes opened in a dark cave showing inhuman cruelty and bloodthirstiness.
The boy closed his eyes and drew few deep breaths and opened his eyes again containing any and all emotion prior.
Looking around as a curious baby , He first inspected his surroundings ,then his attire. Then his lips ever so slightly curved in an inconspicious manner.
"Interesting~ " he murmured in almost inaudible voice and closed his eyes again.
In damp woods ,three figures silently swished from one brach to another .
"He' s not here." A man at the very front said.
" Search all the caves , It's not like he could vanish into thin air. He has not awakened his bloodline yet . No matter fast he is , He is still a mortal . " another hooded figure hissed.
" Captain!There are no signs of activity in the vicinity ." Panting through the woods , a cloaked young man with tiny whiskers around his nose which slowly disappered as if never been there , reported.
While the figures were conversing , The boy in the cave woke up. Looking at the obvious different wounds and a deep knife mark accross his body , He checked his surroundings and finally looked at the pool of blood he was sitting on .
The boy tried to sit but his slightly closing wounds were torn again due to sudden activity.
Drawing a deep breath , He finally supported his body and sat up a little with his body clinging to the rough cave wall further increasing the tiny wounds on his back.
The boy was nkne other than Luke. He thought his monotonous life would end . Although he thought he felt nothing , Luke knew, fear of the unknown , uncertain , is always the worst. Like all living beings , He too , was unwilling to end his life when he did not know what awaited him next .
Would he go to hell ? Heaven ? To nothingness? Or altogether disappear. ?
Everyone would think of these questions subconsciouly at thier deathbed.
Of all things , the thought of disappearing altogether to someplace unknown is the worst.
Although he did not show , nor did he know ,But Luke was happy. He was happy he is himself. He did not disappear. And inspecting his surroundings, he could tell it was real and not an amalgam of imagination.
Luke could tell that he currently was residing in someone else's body. His control on his body was't good and it felt incoordinated at times while he tried performing some action. For a normal person , It might be a goosebumps inducing thought of losing thier body or identity or being somewhere unknown, but Luke was calm.
Inspecting his body thouroughly , he finally found an unknown metallic badge in his clothes. Written on it were words in an unknown language but somehow he could still read them .
" Raven Voclain" He murmured a little dazed.