The Master and His Beloved

"I trusted you!" I yelled at Luka.

Every instinct that I had screamed to get the heck out of there before someone noticed me, but it's like I ate a bowl of spill-a-bean for breakfast, the words involuntarily spewing up on their own accord.

All this time I fantasized about seeing him again. I don't know what I thought would happen. Some kind of reaction would have been nice. The man in front me is a dangerous stranger.

The Luka I knew wouldn't have done all of this just to torture me. After the coronation he came out on the other end as the evil twin wearing clothes that are both misplaced and disheveled.

His signature ponytail was cut short. Instead of long raven ink locks that I grew accustomed to, lies a mop of untamed hair that curls just past his ears.

To my unpleasant surprise I notice a film in Luka's eyes that could easily distort his perception of the world. I don't know if he completed the change but if the intricate veins laced around his eyelids mean anything than i'm in serious trouble. The kind that even I couldn't get out of.

I stare, in disbelief, at Luka. "You never had any intention of letting me go. This was all a ploy just to keep me in here, wasn't it?!"

I take a step back to put some much needed distance between us just in case things go wrong.

"Shut up!" Luka growls, a dangerous threat forming in his eyes.

I should have known the great Thatcher would be on high alert ever the dutiful soldier.

"This is not a time to act like a child. At some point you need to grow up." his words were harsh and cruel and left a foul taste of bad blood in my mouth.

nothing could make the sting of his treatment in me okay.

I blame myself for what he has become. If I could go back and undo everything just to see his smile one more time I would. I was never equipped to live in this world.

I'm a nobody- just another pathetic weak human who couldn't blend in no matter what I did to belong with him.

Luka warned me of the dangers but I was too stubborn to listen. He knew what would happen if we ever got caught but went along with it anyway and got punished for it.

Unfortunately life has a funny way of stumbling you over at the very worst possible time. Th realization dawned on me that no matter where I go he will find me and drag me back here to finish what he started. I'm all alone in this with no one to help me.

I watch in dreadful anticipation as my predator advances towards me. His smile used to make me feel funny but now I felt a different kind of sick when Luka became amused. A lopsided smile. A birth mark where dimples should be. "This is the part where you run. The chase would make things so much more riveting for me." His course laughter echoes throughout the hallway.

He scared me. I've seen Luka at his best and I know how skilled he is. He grew up in these halls as a young boy and because of that has the advantage. If I try to escape he would catch me without straining energy.

Luka grins mischievously. "It didn't have to be this way, you know. All you had to do was play your part." he sneers.

There's a kind of paralyzing effect that helplessness brings about that fully takes over the mind and body until you can no longer trust yourself.

I close my eyes and try not to think about what happens next.