Dimitri's eyes narrowed as he looked at Lucas, a hint of disdain in his voice. "Stop resorting to violence every time you don't get your way," he said, his tone cold and cutting. "It's pathetic."
Lucas's mind raced, interpreting Dimitri's words through the lens of jealousy. He clenched his jaw, believing that Dimitri's comment was driven by some hidden affection for Ethan since he didn't fight back before. His frustration surged anew, the idea that Dimitri might have feelings for Ethan fueling his anger further.
But Dimitri, sensing Lucas's rising agitation, pushed off the wall with a deliberate motion, creating just enough space between them. His eyes, now sharper and more probing, locked onto Lucas. "You think I care about Ethan don't you.Is that why you were with him?" Dimitri said with a smirk. "I don't like him at all. But I do enjoy watching you squirm."
He leaned closer, his voice low and taunting. "Your jealous rage is almost entertaining. It's amusing to see you so worked up over nothing. Maybe you should focus more on your own insecurities rather than trying to control everyone else."
The taunt stung, but Lucas's anger was momentarily eclipsed by a burning sense of humiliation. Dimitri's cruel enjoyment of his distress only deepened the rage boiling within him.
Lucas's eyes flared with a dark, unstable energy as Dimitri's words cut deep. The smirk on Dimitri's face was like a spark to a volatile flame, igniting Lucas's already frayed nerves. With a sudden burst of raw aggression, Lucas's grip returned ,tightening around Dimitri's arm before his hand shot up to clutch Dimitri's hair.
He yanked Dimitri's head back sharply, forcing him to look up at Lucas. Dimitri's face twisted in pain and surprise, but before he could react further, Lucas slammed him against the wall with a jarring force. His eyes were wild, a dangerous gleam flashing across his face.
"I don't know if you think I'm someone you can mess with but the only reason your not in a hospital bed right now, is because of my mercy." Lucas hissed, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. He dragged Dimitri by the hair, pulling him along the hallway in a jerky, violent motion. Each step was punctuated by Dimitri's grunts of discomfort and the harsh sound of their shoes striking the floor.
Lucas shoved Dimitri roughly against the wall again, his breath hot and heavy as he leaned in close, his face inches from Dimitri's. "You think you can just taunt me and get away with it? I'm done playing nice."
With a manic edge to his voice, Lucas continued to bully Dimitri, his actions becoming increasingly erratic. He slammed Dimitri's back against the wall, his hands now gripping Dimitri's collar and shaking him with a forceful, frenzied energy. His laughter, laced with a psychotic undertone, broke through the tension, revealing a glimpse of his unstable psyche.
"You think you can push me around?" Lucas taunted, his eyes gleaming with a wild intensity. "Let's see how you like it when you're the one being controlled. I'll make sure you remember who's really in charge here."
Dimitri's eyes, wide with a mix of fear and disbelief, met Lucas's with a strained calmness, but it was clear he was taken aback by the level of Lucas's instability. The hallway seemed to pulse with the chaotic energy of their confrontation, students trying their best to avoid the two as to not be caught in the crossfire.They knew exactly who Lucas was and his wrath.No one but the foolish would ever get involved with those two.Each movement from Lucas a reflection of his deteriorating mental state.
As the raw surge of anger subsided, Lucas's breathing grew ragged. The adrenaline of his outburst faded, leaving a hollow emptiness in its wake. He stared at Dimitri, the man he had just violently controlled, and a new wave of pain washed over him. The sight of Dimitri's pained, disheveled state triggered a painful realization and a gnawing sense of guilt."Is something mentally wrong with him?"He questioned himself for the first time.
Lucas's knees buckled, and he sank to the floor, his movements suddenly unsteady and vulnerable. The harshness of his previous actions gave way to a deep, aching turmoil as he looked up at Dimitri, his eyes wide and searching.
"How did you do it?" Lucas's voice cracked, his tone now tinged with desperation. He crawled toward Dimitri, his hands trembling as he reached out. "How did you make Kane… how did you make him go away?"
The question was almost a plea, the weight of Lucas's earlier violence now overshadowed by his anguish and confusion.
Dimitri, though still catching his breath, regarded Lucas with a mixture of surprise and irritation at the mention of Kane. He hadn't anticipated such a drastic shift in Lucas's demeanor. The vulnerability and desperation in Lucas's eyes seemed genuine, and Dimitri, despite his own pain, was momentarily taken aback by the depth of Lucas's emotional turmoil.
"Why do you care?" Dimitri asked, his voice steady but laced with a hint of curiosity. "What's it to you how Kane suffered? You were so quick to dismiss him."
Lucas's eyes, clouded with a mix of anguish and anger, remained locked on Dimitri's. "I need to know. Tell me how you did it. How did you get to him?" The desperation in his voice noticable ,was revealing the inner conflict and pain Lucas was grappling with as he faced the aftermath of his violent outburst.
As Lucas held Dimitri's face, his eyes bore into Dimitri's with a mix of desperation and if Dimitri looked deeper he saw the eyes of a cruel killer lurking. He leaned in closer, his voice a low, strained whisper. "Do you know what I've done,what he made me do?"
The question hung heavily in the air, charged with a dark significance. Lucas's face was inches from Dimitri's, the intensity of his gaze unwavering. He sought some form of acknowledgment or understanding, a way to bridge the gap between his violent actions and the emptiness he felt inside.
Dimitri, despite his evident pain and the fear in his eyes, allowed a dark, knowing smile to curl at the corners of his lips. The expression unsettling. "I have a pretty good idea," he said softly, his voice carrying a chilling undertone. "But the real question is—what does it mean to you?"
The smile on Dimitri's face was a different to the vulnerable expression Lucas had hoped to find. It was a smile that spoke of hidden knowledge and twisted satisfaction, a reminder of the complexity of their shared darkness. Dimitri's response seemed to taunt Lucas, highlighting the dissonance between their inner turmoil and the brutal reality of their actions.
Lucas's breath hitched slightly, his emotions a storm of guilt and confusion. Dimitri's dark smile only deepened his sense of unease, adding another layer to the chaotic mess of feelings swirling within him. The confrontation had shifted from a physical altercation to a profound and unsettling reflection on their own actions and the impact they had on themselves and each other.
Lucas's gaze remained locked on Dimitri's dark smile, a flicker of anguish crossing his face. He swallowed hard, struggling to reconcile his remorse with the grim reality of his actions. His emotions overwhelmed him, and he knew he needed to step away, to regain some semblance of control.
"I'm sorry," Lucas murmured again, his voice trembling with sincerity. The weight of his apology was heavy with the realization of his own turmoil and regret. He slowly released Dimitri's face, his hands lingering for a moment before he drew them back.
With a final, pained look, Lucas began to back away, his steps unsteady as he tried to compose himself. He hesitated just for a few seconds ,uncaring of the confused gazes of the passerbys who didn't understand Lucas sudden change.His body trembled slightly as he fought to steady his breathing.
In a moment of unexpected tenderness amidst the chaos, Lucas approached Dimitri once more. He leaned down, his movement gentle and deliberate. With a soft, shaky breath, Lucas pressed his lips to Dimitri's forehead, he didn't know why he had done that but he knew he wanted more. However he refused to dirty Dimitri's lips with his .
The kiss was fleeting but filled with a deep, conflicted emotion. Lucas's lips lingered only briefly, and he pulled away before he could give in to the temptation of touching Dimitri's plump, inviting lips. The kiss on Dimitri's forehead was a gesture of apology and vulnerability, at least that was what Lucas told himself.
With his emotions raw and exposed, Lucas turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing in the hallway as he left Dimitri behind. The apology and the tender kiss were both attempts to make amends, to reconcile his own inner chaos with the aftermath of his actions.
As Lucas exited the school, his mind was still reeling from the tumultuous encounter with Dimitri. He pushed through the heavy doors, taking a deep breath of the fresh air outside, trying to ground himself after the emotional upheaval.
However, his moment of respite was abruptly interrupted. Just as he was about to step off the school grounds, a teacher called out to him. Her eyes widened slightly as she recognized him, but she didn't question or stop him. Instead, she gave a curt nod and moved aside, allowing him to leave without any further interference.
Lucas continued down the steps, his thoughts clouded and his steps unsteady. The air outside was cool, but he felt a strange sense of unease. As he turned a corner, someone suddenly appeared behind him. Before he could react, a cloth was swiftly pressed over his nose and mouth.
The cloth had a strong, sweet, and unfamiliar scent—something faintly floral but sharp. Lucas inhaled deeply, and the effect was almost immediate. The scent overwhelmed his senses, sending a wave of dizziness crashing over him. His vision blurred, and a sudden heaviness settled over his body.
The last thing he registered before losing consciousness was the faint, echoing sound of footsteps retreating into the distance. His body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, the world fading to darkness as the effects of the cloth took hold.