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Lucas; A tall thin man, his hair a bright blonde, and his eyes a brilliant blue. He stood in the most comfortable bath robes, looking out of the penthouse suite, of the most famous Las Vegas hotel; the Aria. All around the lavish suite lay the remains of numerous alcohols, scattered class a drugs, not to mention one or two women who lay naked and either unconscious or asleep. He scratched his head, which was pounding, his stomach was in knots. He turned around and looked in disgust at the women, with whom he had spent the night. "Alright, get the fuck up and get out." He clapped his hands around them. He walked into the bathroom where he popped several pills into his mouth, knowing that it would cure his headache.
He lit up a cigarette and took in a deep breath.
He both hated the life he had come to inherit, and he loved it at the same time. He had inherited most of his money from his father who was an unjust man who owned the casinos in Las Vegas, he never needed to lift a finger, his wealth was handed to him on a plate. Anybody that came up against Lucas tended to end up six feet under the following day, mainly at his fathers' orders. However not everything was roses for him, and his father - despite ending any conflict - hated his Son. Providing him with as much money that he could spend, his father hoped he'd put his son into an early grave.
Lucas' mother had 'left' when he was born, but Lucas wasn't naive about the lies his Father fed him.
To occupy most of his time, Lucas pursued a hobby, and that was being a stage magician, playing at the casinos that his father owned. Not only was he good, he was damned good, and he enjoyed watching the crowd's amazed faces. It was his life; prep for a gig, do the gig, then to indulge in everything that was possible, anything put in his hand he'd take it. He knew he was good at nothing else, and he knew that his hobby, and job would never go further than Vegas.
Once every month Lucas would lock himself in his hotel room for a week and talk to nobody, drinking, snorting, and making an unholy mess of the suite. Wallowing in the pain, that would get to him; he was nothing, and he would amount to nothing in the world, his death would mean nothing.
It was on one of those weeks that he got a visit from a boy with white hair and emerald like eyes; a boy that would change his life.
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Lucas was draped across a lavish sofa, bottle of gin in hand and a cigarette screwed into his dry lips. His eyes were bloodshot, and had bags under them, his hair and clothes were unkempt. He had thought about moving but the alcohol and drugs only caused his stomach to turn at the thought of it.
It was moments in deep thought wallowing in self pity at his life that he heard tiny footsteps and a thud at his door.
"Fuck off!" He shouted out, after a coughing fit and almost dropping his cigarette.
There was a tiny knock, a desperate knock.
"Please let me in, he's going to kill me!" a tiny voice spoke; male and young from what Lucas gathered. At the word of 'kill' his body slowly began to fill with adrenaline, and he threw himself off of the couch, staggering to the door and opening it harshly.
Lucas looked out and saw a boy not younger than 14, beautiful white hair stained with blood, and bright green captivating eyes that were filled with fear. Lucas found himself staring into the kid's eyes for a moment and the fear in them pumped the adrenaline faster around his tattered veins.
Footsteps were heard, heavier and around the end of the corridor, a man that Lucas didn't expect to see, or even want to see; tall man aged at least 60 hair jet black and thinning, face like old leather, and mean eyes. In his hands a SMG packed with a silencer.
The boy quickly slipped in behind Lucas for protection. "Father, the fuck you doing trying to kill a child?" Lucas snapped against his father.
"Move and let me kill that monster Lucas, we can talk about it afterwards you pisshead." He growled aiming the gun around Lucas to see if he could even wing the boy.
"I've put up with enough of your shit, if you want to come into this room you'll have to kill me too." The adrenaline coursing through him made his heart beat almost three times as fast, and even Lucas was afraid of the man before him. Especially when he pointed the gun at him.
"You don't think I'll end your miserable life? That kid is a monster and he needs to be turned cold." His father almost spat at Lucas.
Lucas didn't answer him, he simply lifted his hand which still had a bottle of gin attached to it and gave him the middle finger.
The man pulled the trigger and shot several bullets into Lucas' shoulder and stomach causing Lucas to fall to the floor dropping the bottle and the cigarette with it. Lucas remained on his knees, gritting his teeth, spitting out blood. "Asshole." Lucas coughed, and as his father advanced the kid ran and hid.
Lucas pulled an ace from his sleeve and flicked it hard with almost the last of his might into his father's left eye.
His father screamed in pain and placed a few more bullets into his son. "Your mother was a whore!" He barked and kicked him to the ground and unloading the rest of the clip into the kid, who also fell to the ground pumping out blood.
He then wiped down the gun and placed it in Lucas' hand before leaving the scene.
Lucas held onto life for no specific reason, waves of cold spread through his body and he eventually passed out looking at the pale and bloodied form of the child he had failed to save, just before he passed out altogether, he swore he could see him move.
The boy did in fact move, not only did he move, he stood, looking at his bloodied clothes.
"Sorry, I thought he was packing better bullets." The boy spoke to the unconscious body of his savior. "I suppose I should save you though for that valiant effort." The boy lifted his wrist to his own mouth opening it with sharp teeth and allowing blood fall into Lucas' mouth. He allowed the blood to flow for roughly two hours before he stopped.
"Have fun when that kicks in." The boy told him before leaving the room a mess.
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