The cool autumn wind bustled through the busy streets of New York City on this sunny October day. It began picking up leaves, causing them to form a small funnel of reds, browns, and yellows. The winds were blowing around newspapers, and causing people to bundle up due to the cold. Twenty-three year old Luke Williams brushed his sandy-blond bangs out of his ice-blue eyes, and put them back on the right side of his face. In his hand was a coffee cup, full of iced coffee, while in the other was a bagel. He inhaled the bagel, and took a sip of the coffee. He took a deep breath, taking in the crisp autumn air, and began humming to himself. He hummed songs from Broadway, movies, albums. Today, he was humming songs from The Lion King. He smiled and waved at the lady working at the grocery store, who waved back, brushing a strand of her long hair behind her ear. He passed a mailman placing letters into someone’s mailbox. He waved to him happily, and the mailman nodded back. Soon after that, the mailman jumped as a dog began barking at him from the other side of the door. Luke laughed, and pulled his faded jean jacket closer around him, shivering from the cold. As he walked back towards his apartment, he noticed an old man sitting on the curb. Luke had never seen this man before, so that’s why it struck him as odd. The man was ancient, and dressed in a dirty and torn red flannel, with muddy jeans and roughed up combat boots. His face was extremely unshaven, and his wild gray hair was broken up with streaks of mud, and stuck out all over his head like he stuck his finger in an electrical socket. The man was holding a damaged cardboard sign, and in sloppy, hurried hand writing, it said,
BEWARE, THEY ARE COMING!
YOU NEED TO GET OUT NOW, BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE!
As Luke stared at the strange sign, reading it, the grizzled old man looked up at him, squinting in the bright sunlight that had just reappeared from behind a cloud. The mans face was extremely wrinkled, covered in brown spots, and his once blue eyes were now full of cataracts. His hands were shaking as he raised it to point at Luke. His fingernails were a mess, and his hands were wrinkled almost as much as a prune.
“You better be careful, son,” the old man said, shaking his bony finger at him. “A young man like yourself is in more danger than you could possibly imagine, especially now.” The old man looked at him, squinting. Suddenly, his eyes filled with fear, and he looked around frantically. “You have to listen to me,” he said. “There isn’t much time left. You have to get out of New York, before it’s too late.” He sounded panicked, almost looked doubtfully at the man, shook his head, smiled to himself, and continued walking to his apartment, never once looking back. He ran down the street, but once he couldn’t see the old man, he began to slow down, and caught his breath.
“That guy was creepy.” Luke said, chuckling to himself. He brushed himself off, and continued on his way to his apartment building.
Once he arrived at his apartment building, Luke opened one of the glass doors, and smiled at the woman working at the hotel’s front desk. She was a slightly larger woman, wearing a forest-green skirt, a black blouse, and black heels. She was looking down at her computer screen, so she didn’t notice that Luke had walked in. Luke walked up to her desk. There was a song playing softly over the speakers in each corner of the hotel lobby, but he couldn’t hear what song it was, due to the bustling city outside and the people chatting in the lobby.
“Good morning Helen,” Luke greeted.” How are you this morning?” Helen Katy looked up from the screen, her green-framed glasses glinting in the light. She was pretty, in an middle-aged woman kind of way. Her eyes were dark brown, almost like chocolate, and her lips were a dark red color.
“Ah, good morning Luke.” Helen said, flashing her exceptionally white teeth at him. Her voice was high and light. “Did you enjoy your iced coffee?” She twirled some of her black hair around her fingers, and batted her eyes at him. Luke nodded, and shifted uncomfortably.
“Delicious as always, thanks for asking. How is your Earl Grey this morning?” Helen smiled shyly as she took a sip of her cup of steaming tea. She put the teacup back down, and looked up at Luke.
“Just fine, thank you.” There was a slight pause. “How are the streets today? Anything interesting happen while you were out?” She pushed a strand of hair out of her face and placed it behind her ear.
“Busy as always,” Luke said, smiling politely at her. “As for something interesting, you can definitely tell that autumn is on its way, there was a cold breeze blowing through the streets this morning. It was so strong, it almost blew me off my feet!” They both laughed. Luke said goodbye, and began the climb the many stairs to his apartment. Helen watched him go, sighing, and went back to her computer.
Luke’s apartment, room 17-B of the Privy Hotel, had walls with pale pink wallpaper, and grayish blue carpets. In the middle of their living room, there was a small coffee table with a glass surface, that was littered with fashion magazines and newspapers. Hanging from the walls were Broadway musical posters, such as The Lion King and Joseph and the Amazing Technicolored Dream Coat. When Luke opened the door, he was greeted by an energetic Golden Retriever puppy, who was barking happily. Luke carefully shut the door behind him, and sat on the ground. The puppy immediately jumped on him, licking his face.
“Hey Hector!” Luke said, petting the excited puppy behind his soft ears. “Did you guard the apartment while I was gone today?”
“With a little bit of help,” someone said softly. “Do I get a scratch behind the ears too?” Luke looked up into the sea-green eyes, speckled with gold, of Ryan King, Luke’s roommate. Luke stood, shaking his head. “What? You don’t want to?” Luke laughed as he stood up. He grabbed Ryan from around the waist, pulling him in for a kiss.
“If that is your wish.” Luke said, dragging his hands slowly up his back. Once he reached Ryan’s head, he began scratching him behind his ears, brushing back a strand of his slicked-back, rust-colored hair. “Who’s my little puppy dog?”
“Woof!” Ryan barked, grinning like a madman. He stuck his tongue out, panted, and barked again. Luke smiled, and began to scratch his belly, which caused Ryan to laugh, and then kissed him again. Ryan began to scratch Luke on the belly as well. They both started laughing. Soon, they began to walk towards the couch, hand in hand. When they sat down, they began to talk, and Luke turned on their TV. Ryan jumped onto the couch and cuddled up next to him, and Hector jumped up on the couch next to them. After a couple of commercials, there was a picture of the creepy old man that Luke had seen on the street.
“Hey, I saw that guy this morning. He was holding this weird sign that was warning us about something coming.” Ryan looked at Luke, who grabbed the remote from the table, and turned up the volume.
“Police are still giving us details, but what I can see it appears that this mans right arm is completely gone, and it seems that he was shot in the head multiple times.” The news anchor looked like she was going to be sick. “Unfortunately, this is the fifth case like this this week, and authorities are expecting more reports to come in later this week. Reporting live from Manhattan, I’m Sarah Rover.” Luke turned off the TV, and looked over at Ryan, his eyes wide.
“What’s going on?” Ryan asked, snuggling closer to him. “Luke? I don’t like where this is going.” Luke looked out their window at the busy citizens of New York. He shook his head, feeling just as scared as Ryan.
“I’m not sure Ryan,” he responded, kissing Ryan on the top of the head. “I’m not sure at all.”
Later that night, as they were getting ready for bed after a long and stressful day, Luke popped his head into the bathroom. “Hey, Ryan?” he called out. Ryan had just finished brushing his teeth, so he spit out his toothpaste into the sink.
“Yeah?” Ryan looked over at Luke, his hair wet from the shower that he had taken a little bit ago. Their bathroom mirror was still fogged up, so Ryan’s reflection was blurry. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and was combing his wet hair back. Luke smiled to him self as he stared at Ryan’s half-naked body. All he wanted to do was shut the door, and have the best night if his life in that bathroom, right there, right now.
“I’ve been thinking about what the old man said to me.” Ryan cocked his head, confused. “The old man from the TV?” Ryan nodded, finally realizing who he was talking about, and waved for him to continue. “He told me that I’m in more danger than I could imagine.” Luke began to walk towards the bed. Ryan walked into the room, following Luke to the bed. His white t-shirt draped over his shoulder, his six-pack shining in the bright moonlight. He was wearing green silk pajama bottoms, and nothing else. He tossed his damp shirt in their clothes hamper, and walked over to him. He grabbed Luke’s waist, and pulled him close, his abs rubbing against Luke’s chest. Luke felt his face go hot, and he watched Ryan grin slyly.
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” he said, kissing Luke on the cheek. “He was probably just a dunk old guy, yelling at anyone who would listen.” Luke nodded, and walked over to their closet. He grabbed his pajamas, and began to change. He pulled on his white pajama bottoms on, and threw on a red Coca-Cola t-shirt. After he was done, he walked back over to Ryan, who was still standing near the bed. He pulled back the blankets and crawled in, Ryan close behind him. “Trust me, everything is going to be alright, I promise.” Luke nodded, snuggling close to Ryan. Ryan kissed the top of his head, and hugged him.
“I hope you’re right.” Luke said, pulling Ryan close. Soon, Ryan heard Luke begin to snore quietly, and he smiled.
“Good night, my little kitten.” he said smiling. Soon, exhaustion washed over him, and he began to drift off. Soon, he fell fast asleep in each others warm embraces.
Ryan groaned sleepily as his alarm clock screeched loudly at him, happily telling him it was four o’clock in the morning, and it was time to get up for work. He rolled over, dreading that wretched sound, but he did have to get up. Ryan worked in the New York Police Department as a chief detective, and had been working with them for two years.
Before he moved to New York City, Ryan and his family had lived in Amityville. His parents, Robin and Zach, had two other children besides Ryan, a daughter, Judy, and another son, David. Ryan loved his father. Everyone loved Zach King. He was a kind man, and always helped out in the community. Everyone knew him, and he knew everyone. Mr. King worked in Amityville as an psychiatrist, and was one of the best in the state of New York.
“They need to make a less annoying alarm setting.” Ryan said to himself as he got out of bed. He looked over at Luke, who was still sleeping peacefully. He leaned over and kissed him on the temple. He groaned, and rolled over, still asleep. Sighing, he shuffled over to the bathroom, shut the door behind him, and got in the shower. He stood there, letting the warm water flood over him, slowly waking him up. After he was done, he got out, shaved, and got dressed for work. As he was pulling on his white dress shirt, he felt a pair of arms hug him from behind.
“Morning sleepy head.” Ryan chuckled, turning around to hug him. Luke’s hair was wild, and his eyes were still half closed. “Come on you, I’ll make you some coffee.” Ryan pulled Luke towards the kitchen, where Luke sat down, still half-asleep. As Ryan started making the coffee, he looked over at Luke, who had fallen asleep in his chair. He went over to him and kissed the top of his head. “You know, you don’t have to get up to see me off to work.” he whispered to Luke. He mumbled something, but Ryan couldn’t understand him. “I’ll get you your coffee, alright?” Luke nodded, and Ryan walked back into the kitchen, but before he could get there, their phone rang. Luke started to get up, but Ryan called out, “I’ve got it.” He walked over to their phone, and picked it up. “Hello?”
“Detective King?” a commanding voice asked. Ryan caught his breath.
“Chief Robin,” Ryan said nervously to his boss. “I was just headed out the door, what’s going on?” Silence.
“We got a call from someone anonymous, saying there is going to be an attack on New York City.” she paused. “Before we could trace the call, we lost them.” Ryan massaged his temples.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked cautiously. “I can’t trace a dropped call. I’m not a miracle worker Chief.” Silence. Ryan began to worry that the call had been dropped.
“Well, come in and talk to me. I’ll see you soon. Goodbye detective.”
“Goodbye Chief.” Ryan hung up the phone. Ryan stood there, still holding the phone in his hand. He decided to call his father and check in on him, just to make sure he was alright after his hip surgery last week. He dialed his father’s number, and listened to the phone ring once, twice.
“Hello?” a gruff voice answered. Ryan exhaled happily.
“Hi Dad, it’s Ryan.”
“Ryan!” his father exclaimed, his voice full of joy. “How are you my boy?” Ryan smiled to himself, happy to hear his father’s voice.
“I’m doing fine Dad. I just wanted to check up with you. How’s your hip doing?” sighed.
“It’s still not great,” he replied. “I feel like that ever since the surgery, nothing has been going right for it.”
“I’m sorry Dad. Listen, I have to get going. I have to get to work, or my boss is going to kill me.” Silence.
“Oh, okay. You have a good day, alright? Go catch a bad guy or two for your old man, alright?” Ryan smiled.
“Okay Dad, I will. Bye.”
“Goodbye son, I’ll talk to you later, and tell you’re mom that I said hello, alright?”
“Sure thing Dad, bye.” Ryan hung up the phone, and looked over at Luke, who had fallen asleep at the kitchen table. Ryan shook his head, smiling. He walked over to him, kissed him on the forehead, and walked out the door.
As Ryan walked down the busy streets of New York, he felt a drop of rain hit him on the head. Cursing, he began to run down the street, hoping to make it to the Police Station in time. Ryan ran passed men dressed in fancy suits. He hurdled fire hydrants and newspaper piles. He dodged ladies in their finest clothing, who were gossiping about the newest celebrities and their other friends.
“Did you hear about Jenny?” one of them said giggling. “I heard that she gained, like, three pounds.” The other ladies began to chatter like chipmunks as Ryan ran past them, wishing them a good morning. By now, it had begun to sprinkle, and Ryan now had to dodge people opening umbrellas. Soon, he ran up the stairs of the police station, ripped open the door, and jumped inside. As soon as he did, he heard a loud WOOSH, as the heavens opened up outside, and let the rains pour. Ryan wiped his brow, and walked towards his office. He looked around at his colleagues. They were all bustling around the office, taking files out of metal filing cabinets. Some of them were sitting in cubicles, typing on their computers. Ryan waved to a couple of his fellow officers, who waved back. When he arrived at his office, he pulled out his key, unlocked the door, walked in, sat down in his chair, and sighed. He closed his eyes, imagining a life where he was still sleeping with Luke, snuggling under the nice, warm covers, not a worry in the world.
“King, can you come into my office for a bit?” The voice of Chief Robin crackled over his phone speaker. He sighed, and clicked the talk button.
“Yes ma’am, I’ll be right there.” He released his button, stretched, and stood up. He walked out of his office, and began his slow walk to meet his boss. When Ryan arrived at Chief Robin’s office, he took a deep breath, knocked, and walked in. Chief Robin looked up from her paperwork, smiled, and gestured for him to sit down.
“Hello detective, how are you doing this dreary morning?” She asked, her gold flecked hazel eyes glinting in the lamplight. She brushed her light brown hair behind her ear, and sat up straight.
“Just fine. What can I do for you ma’am?” he responded quickly. She waved her hand.
“There’s no need to be formal with me.” she chided.
“Fine,” Ryan sighed. “Hi Mom.” She smiled, and gestured again for him to sit down. This time, he obliged. He sat down in the chair, and looked across the desk at his mother, his arms and legs crossed.
“Now, to get down to business,” she said. “The untraceable call we received.” Ryan nodded. “They said that the city was going to be attacked, and that most of us would be dead.” She paused. Ryan sat there, and then remembered what Luke had told him.
“Excuse me,” Ryan said. “But my... umm...” his mother arched her eyebrow. She still didn’t know that Ryan was gay, or that he had a boyfriend. “Roommate, said that the old man on the news had said to him that they were coming.” He paused. “Do you think that they could already be in New York?” There was a brief moment of silence before she spoke.
“If what your roommate says is true,” she whispered. “Then we might be in more trouble than we thought.” Ryan jumped as the phone on his mothers desk began to ring. He looked up at her, and she looked at him, slowly picking up the phone. “Hello? This is Chief Inspector Robin.”
“You should have left us alone.” A gravely voice said over the speaker. Chief Robin looked up at him, her eyes wide.
“Who is this?” she demanded. “What do you mean, you should have left you alone?” Silence. Ryan looked at the phone, then up at his mother, worried.
“We warned you to leave us alone, not to interfere. Well, you did, and now we have hostages. You have three weeks to meet our demands, or we blow up the city,” another pause. “And kill the hostages.”
After Ryan had left for work, the apartment had become deathly quiet, save the ticking of their clock. Luke was sitting in their armchair, sipping his coffee that Ryan had made for him. Hector was sleeping peacefully on the couch, curled up next to the armrest. He looked over at the clock, which read 7:00 am. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, pushing them back into place.
“I might as well go shopping,” he said to himself. “Since I’m home alone.” He stretched, stood up, and walked into the bedroom. He opened the closet, looking inside the dark space. He grabbed a white polo shirt, tan khakis, and white socks. He quickly changed, and walked towards the door.
“Bye Hector,” Luke called out to their dog. “I’ll be back soon.” Hector’s ears perked up lazily, but he didn’t get up off of the couch. Luke shrugged, smiling, and walked out into the hallway, shutting the door behind him.
As Luke walked down the busy streets, he began to whistle a tune that he has been writing. Luke had been dreaming ever since he had moved to New York three years ago that he would become a famous singer, and he had hoped New York would be that place. For those three years, he had been trying to get into Broadway, contractors, studio recordings, but nothing had worked. He shook his head as he stopped to tie his shoes. As he was about to start walking again, he noticed a man standing near an alleyway, looking at him. The man had a tan completion, and tousled black hair. His baby-blue eyes were wide, and there was a sly grin on his face. His arms were bare, except for a single snake tattoo on his left arm. It wound itself around his arm, and was gorgeously inked into his skin.
“Hey,” the man called out, gesturing at Luke. “Can you help me? I need someone to help me move some boxes into my van.” Luke smiled, and walked over to help him. He grinned, happy someone was helping. “Thanks,” he said, shaking Luke’s hand. “My names David Song.”
“I’m Luke Williams.” David smiled. “So, are you new here?” He nodded.
“I just got here last week.” David said. “I came here for some business, and I realized that I packed too much stuff.” he laughed. “My dad always said, only pack the bare minimum, or else the bears are gonna get you.” Luke smiled. “I didn’t understand what he meant until I saw someone get mauled by a bear. They were carrying too much, and the bear caught them.” He paused. “It wasn’t pretty.” The two men stood in silence.
“So where are these boxes?” Luke asked. David gestured over in the alleyway.
“They’re over here.” he said, walking into the ally. Luke followed him. As they were walking, David pulled out some black rubber gloves. “You’re going to want these.” Luke took the gloves. David pulled out another set.
“Why?” Luke asked, putting them on. David turned around slowly, his grin now wolf-like, and his stance more powerful and confident.
“So you don’t leave anything behind.” He said. Before Luke could react, he was hit in the back of the head, causing him to collapse. Before he blacked out, he saw a bag pulled over his head, and felt strong hand hoist him over their shoulder, then Luke passed out.
When Ryan returned home from work that same day, all he wanted was a nice cuddle with Luke, and some decent coffee. When he got to the door, he realized that the door was already open, which puzzled him. When he walked into their apartment, he gasped. The first thing he noticed was that the place was trashed. Their couch was tipped backwards, its cushions flung all over. The posters were flung off the wall, and magazines littered the floor. The place was a total pigsty, which neither Luke or Hector would do this. Ryan began to panic. He walked into their bedroom. The blankets and pillows were tossed all over the room, and their closet door was ripped off it’s hinges. Clothes were scattered all over their room. Their picture that they kept on their nightstand was lying on the floor, the glass shattered.
“Luke?” Ryan called out, pulling out his gun. “Luke, are you here?” Ryan heard a noise coming from the kitchen. “Luke? Is that you?” He turned the corner in to the kitchen, his gun raised. He took in the scene, dropped his gun, and choked back a sob. The kitchen looked like it had been hit by a tornado. The floor was covered in broken plates, silverware littered the floor, and written on the wall, in what looked like blood, read,
WE TOLD YOU TO LEAVE US BE...NOW YOU HAVE A CHOICE, PAY US, OR HE AND THE REST WILL DIE.
Ryan sunk to the floor, and let out a sob. His whole world seemed to be crashing in all around him.
“No, no this can’t be happening.” Soon, he was crying on the floor, surrounded by trashed kitchenware. He hugged himself tightly, crying. He heard a faint scratching coming from the kitchen pantry. Ryan ran over to the pantry, ripping over the door. Hector was there, lying on the floor, his right leg clearly broken. He was shivering, and looked up at Ryan with his soft brown eyes.
“Hector!” Ryan cried out. He picked up the shivering dog, and cried. He cried over his puppy, he cried over Luke, and he cried in frustration. He wiped his took a couple of deep breaths, stood up, and ran to the door. He needed to tell his mother, and get his dog fixed up. He grabbed his coat and threw it on. He flung open the door, looked back at the ruined apartment, and ran out, shutting the door behind him. He tore down the stairs, being extra careful not to bump Hector’s leg. He ran into the lobby, past a startled Helen, and out into the streets.
“Mom!” Ryan yelled as he burst into her office, sweating and out of breath. He had just dropped off Hector at the startled veterinarians office, and had run over to the department. She jumped out of her chair, and looked up at him, startled.
“What’s going on Ryan?” she asked. “You’re eyes are red, were you crying?” He just stood there, looking down at the floor. He was wringing his hands, looking nervous. He looked up, his eyes full of tears.
“They... they took Luke...” Ryan sobbed. His mother stood up quickly. She ran over to him, pulling him in for a hug. He began to shake, and hugged her back. For a couple of minutes, they stood there, mother holding son. Eventually, Ryan pulled away, and looked up at his mother.
“Mom,” he said, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “There’s something that I need to tell you.” She raised her eyebrow.
“I’m listening.” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I’m gay. Luke, my roommate, is my boyfriend. We’ve been dating for two years, ever since I got this job as a detective.” He paused, looking at her. She looked at him, her face emotionless. He braced himself for the shouting to begin, but all she did was grin.
“I knew it,” she said, laughing. “I knew that you were gay as soon as we moved here to New York.” She laughed. “Your dad owes me $10!” He looked at her like she was insane. She sighed, and gave her son another hug. “Don’t worry dear,” she said softly. “Your dad and I will always love you, no matter what you are.” He sobbed, and hugged her again.
“Thank you,” he said. “For understanding.” She smiled, patting him on the back. “I just hope that he’s alright.”
Luke groaned, slowly waking up. He had a throbbing headache where he got smacked in the back in the head. He felt himself bob up and down, and realized that he was in the back of a van, lying on top of a pile of blankets. The walls of the van were black, and there was a single light in the top of the area. After his eyes adjusted, he saw that his ankles were tightly bound together with rope. He tried to move his wrists and felt that they too were bound together with rope. His arms had been tied down by ropes wrapped over his chest. He tried to call out for help, but found that his mouth was taped shut. He looked around, and saw that there were three men in black ski masks in the van with him. He began to panic, and struggled against his bonds.
“Hey!” a male voice said. Luke looked up and saw David, the man who had tricked him into getting kidnapped, was sitting next to him. He had taken his mask off, and was grinning down at him. “Don’t struggle, you’re only going to make this worse.” Luke stopped, and glared angrily at David. “Hey, don’t look at me,” he said, raising his arms above his head. We needed someone close to Detective King, and you’re the closest person to him besides his mother.” Luke looked up at him, puzzled. “What? We can’t have him getting in our way when we destroy Manhattan.” David laughed, and Luke stared up at him in horror. The van came to a stop, and David stood up.
“We need to get him in the warehouse.” one of the other guys said, his voice deep and gravely. He had a thick Russian accent, and was very buff. Luke looked up at David, who nodded, and began wrapping Luke in the blankets on the floor.
“If you struggle at all, or make any noise at all, and we’re going to drop you, you got that, comrade?” he whispered harshly. Luke nodded, and soon was completely wrapped in blankets. He felt himself get picked up, and was passed off from the van to the ground, where he was picked up again. From there, he was carried by two men for a while. For what seemed like forever, he was placed on the ground and unrolled from the blankets. Luke blinked due to the bright lights that were hanging from the ceiling. The warehouse was humongous, filled with large boxes and cars. Throughout the whole warehouse, Luke saw people carrying cardboard boxes, talking to each other, or standing in front of large cages. Each person had multiple weapons decorating their bodies. He looked straight in front of him, and saw something that made him stop in his tracks. There were bombs, tons of them. They were all homemade, and all looked very dangerous.
“How is New York going to be protected from this?” Luke thought to himself. He heard someone walking up behind him. Their heels clicked on the hard cement, and Luke rolled over to see who it was. The woman had long auburn hair that reached her butt, and cold, dark eyes. Her hair was tightly braided, and her eyes were lined with black eyeliner. Her lips were also black, and she showed no emotion at all. She was wearing a black leather jacket, and black leggings. Under her leather jacket, she was wearing a black blouse. She stopped next to Luke, and ripped the tape off of his mouth. He gasped, and looked up at her angrily.
"Privet, tovarishch, hello, comrade,” she said, her Russian accent thick. ”Khochesh’ nemnogo poveselit’sya, do you want to have some fun?” Luke began to shake his head, but before he could, she pulled out a gun and shot right next to his face, skimming his bangs. He looked up at her in terror. “Kstati, by the way,” she said. ”Poka ya ne prinimayu net otveta, I do not take no for an answer.” She laughed, and snapped her elegant fingers. David grabbed Luke, flung him over his shoulder, and began walking after the woman. Luke looked around at the warehouse in fear.
“This is where I’m going to die.” he thought to himself as he was carried off into the darkness.