Post by Ixtlilton on Nov 30, 2010 12:32:41 GMT -5
The first part of my ten part short story series with my precious Ansem babies. <3 First up is Lukas, since no one loves him yet. xD
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It was an average day in the life of Lukas Benjamin Engel... Lukas, or Luke, and hell, some people even called him Luck. That seemed a little bit ridiculous, but whatever made them happy, he supposed.
He woke up and took a moment to take in his surroundings. He was often waking up in weird places, but today, fortunately, he was at home. In his bed, even. That was a good start to a day. He sat up and stretched, a yawn breaking out of his mouth.
“Good morning, Lukey!” Only three people in the world could get away with calling him that.
“Good morning, Elisa,” he replied groggily, rubbing the sleep dust out of his eyes. “How's Mother?”
“A bit hung over,” Elisabeth admitted sadly. “Isa is making breakfast. Are you going to eat today?”
Lukas swung his legs out of the creeky bed and stood. The room was small... just enough room for the bed, a wardrobe, and a chest, squeezed in underneath the slanting roof. One might say he lived in the attic, but the truth was more that they didn't have an attic, they had a bedroom up there instead. Plus attics were normally more spacey, weren't they?
“No, I'll be heading out,” he said in response, glancing into the broken mirror on the wall by his wardrobe. Burning red hair glared back at him above pale eyes and paler skin. It wasn't his natural color, of course, no one had red hair that color naturally. But as much as it might stand out, his natural color was worse, and this had been the color of dye he'd... obcured.
His eyes fell on his leather wristband, the one he wore even when asleep, and he ran his fingers over it with a frown. Life had changed recently. Whether it was for the better or worse, he wasn't sure, but...
He pulled on worn leather pants and a leather jacket. He'd tanned the hides himself, years before he'd known exactly what kind of connection he'd wind up having with leather.
He turned around, and found with surprise that his older sister was still standing in the doorway, looking sad. “Lukas... We won't starve if you have breakfast with us once in a while.”
“...I... I'm just not hungry,” he insisted, looking to the side. “I'll be fine. Make sure Mother eats and... gets... gets to work on time. The new job is...” he choked a little bit, unable to actually say the truth, that his mother working in a whore house was actually a step up for them. He knew his two sisters bore the pain even more than he did... After all, their mother was working so hard to make sure her two twin girls never had to step foot in a brothel themselves.
He left after saying a quick, rushed goodbye to Isabell and Elisabeth. He wouldn't admit it even if tortured, but those three women were the most important things in his life, and as far as he was concerned, the world. Of course, that wasn't the only reason he did what he did. He also just happened to enjoy it.
He could have been a tanner. His mother often informed him that he could have been a tanner, and earned an honest, tiny living that might almost be enough to feed his mother and two sisters. Yeah. He could have been a tanner. Instead, he was a thug, and to be entirely honest, he preferred it. It was a good time and a good amount of money.
He didn't really enjoy being in a gang. They took a cut of money from his “profits.” However, the good outweighed the annoying in this case. He didn't have to worry about getting robbed himself while opperating within their “turf,” and he had people that would back him up if another gang started giving him shit. The horned snake tattoo the wrapped around his arm meant that he wouldn't have to take shit from anyone... other than people ranked higher than him in his own gang, of course. That was the down side.
The upside was that he was in an alley, watching cheerfully as a rich woman and her rich husband steadily approached him, oblivious of the trap laid before them. These were the best times, when he got people so obviously wealthy rather than just people slightly less poor than he was. They came steadily closer, but Lukas just waited, crouched in the dark of the alley, dirty water steadily soaking his pants with filth. It was sunset now, but come that night, he would have a nice meal to bring home to his sisters.
If there was one thing he knew well, it was his range, and as soon as the man and woman stepped into, he acted.
The thick leather arm band her wore unraveled without a touch, launching forward as it unwound into a rope-like strip. It wrapped around the ankles of the two and yanked, dragging them violently into the alley. A thicker handle formed in the leather, slipping itself into Lukas' hand. With his other hand, he threw out another strip of leather with split into two, spreading out to cover and gag the mouths of both of his new victims.
The armband-whip thing wrapped its way around the struggling man, binding his arms tight to his body and roll him out of the way. The woman, he wasn't too worried about. She was a rich female floozy, no doubt... She wouldn't be able to do a thing. It was the man he needed to watch, no one walked along the street alone unless they knew some form of self defense to protect against this kind of thing. He checked to make sure the man was properly bound, dodging back when the angry rich fellow tried to kick at him.
He was so distracted that only a slight “shnk” noise from behind him warned him. He swung his head around, but not fast enough... he could feel the sharp point of a knife stabbing into his back. “Shit!” he swore. However... that was why he wore leather. He couldn't help twisting his hands as his shirt split apart in the front and spread out, turning into an impromptu leather net. The bit where she'd stabbed twisted and grabbed the knife, wrapping around it to keep it from actually stabbing properly. Then he sent his one-time shirt flying back, sending the knife weilder with it. It wrapped around... her, tying her up as securly as her husband. Damnit, he'd made a mistake... the wife'd had a knife?
“Oof,” he said, rubbing at his almost-stabbed back. “I guess I know who wears the pants in this relationship.” However, they were both thoroughly tied up now, so he did a quick search and grabbed their cash and various shiny objects, like the man's watch and the woman's jewelry. He twisted the leather around, letting him take a good look at her knife. It was a really nice knife, but it was pretty girly, and she had almost gotten him with it, so he decided to leave it. He threw it down the alley, though, before taking a deep breath, yanking all the leather into one large leather ball, which flew into his hands, and bolting out of their as fast as his feet could carry him, fleeing from the useless screams of “STOP, THIEF.”
Just another day in the life.
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It was an average day in the life of Lukas Benjamin Engel... Lukas, or Luke, and hell, some people even called him Luck. That seemed a little bit ridiculous, but whatever made them happy, he supposed.
He woke up and took a moment to take in his surroundings. He was often waking up in weird places, but today, fortunately, he was at home. In his bed, even. That was a good start to a day. He sat up and stretched, a yawn breaking out of his mouth.
“Good morning, Lukey!” Only three people in the world could get away with calling him that.
“Good morning, Elisa,” he replied groggily, rubbing the sleep dust out of his eyes. “How's Mother?”
“A bit hung over,” Elisabeth admitted sadly. “Isa is making breakfast. Are you going to eat today?”
Lukas swung his legs out of the creeky bed and stood. The room was small... just enough room for the bed, a wardrobe, and a chest, squeezed in underneath the slanting roof. One might say he lived in the attic, but the truth was more that they didn't have an attic, they had a bedroom up there instead. Plus attics were normally more spacey, weren't they?
“No, I'll be heading out,” he said in response, glancing into the broken mirror on the wall by his wardrobe. Burning red hair glared back at him above pale eyes and paler skin. It wasn't his natural color, of course, no one had red hair that color naturally. But as much as it might stand out, his natural color was worse, and this had been the color of dye he'd... obcured.
His eyes fell on his leather wristband, the one he wore even when asleep, and he ran his fingers over it with a frown. Life had changed recently. Whether it was for the better or worse, he wasn't sure, but...
He pulled on worn leather pants and a leather jacket. He'd tanned the hides himself, years before he'd known exactly what kind of connection he'd wind up having with leather.
He turned around, and found with surprise that his older sister was still standing in the doorway, looking sad. “Lukas... We won't starve if you have breakfast with us once in a while.”
“...I... I'm just not hungry,” he insisted, looking to the side. “I'll be fine. Make sure Mother eats and... gets... gets to work on time. The new job is...” he choked a little bit, unable to actually say the truth, that his mother working in a whore house was actually a step up for them. He knew his two sisters bore the pain even more than he did... After all, their mother was working so hard to make sure her two twin girls never had to step foot in a brothel themselves.
He left after saying a quick, rushed goodbye to Isabell and Elisabeth. He wouldn't admit it even if tortured, but those three women were the most important things in his life, and as far as he was concerned, the world. Of course, that wasn't the only reason he did what he did. He also just happened to enjoy it.
He could have been a tanner. His mother often informed him that he could have been a tanner, and earned an honest, tiny living that might almost be enough to feed his mother and two sisters. Yeah. He could have been a tanner. Instead, he was a thug, and to be entirely honest, he preferred it. It was a good time and a good amount of money.
He didn't really enjoy being in a gang. They took a cut of money from his “profits.” However, the good outweighed the annoying in this case. He didn't have to worry about getting robbed himself while opperating within their “turf,” and he had people that would back him up if another gang started giving him shit. The horned snake tattoo the wrapped around his arm meant that he wouldn't have to take shit from anyone... other than people ranked higher than him in his own gang, of course. That was the down side.
The upside was that he was in an alley, watching cheerfully as a rich woman and her rich husband steadily approached him, oblivious of the trap laid before them. These were the best times, when he got people so obviously wealthy rather than just people slightly less poor than he was. They came steadily closer, but Lukas just waited, crouched in the dark of the alley, dirty water steadily soaking his pants with filth. It was sunset now, but come that night, he would have a nice meal to bring home to his sisters.
If there was one thing he knew well, it was his range, and as soon as the man and woman stepped into, he acted.
The thick leather arm band her wore unraveled without a touch, launching forward as it unwound into a rope-like strip. It wrapped around the ankles of the two and yanked, dragging them violently into the alley. A thicker handle formed in the leather, slipping itself into Lukas' hand. With his other hand, he threw out another strip of leather with split into two, spreading out to cover and gag the mouths of both of his new victims.
The armband-whip thing wrapped its way around the struggling man, binding his arms tight to his body and roll him out of the way. The woman, he wasn't too worried about. She was a rich female floozy, no doubt... She wouldn't be able to do a thing. It was the man he needed to watch, no one walked along the street alone unless they knew some form of self defense to protect against this kind of thing. He checked to make sure the man was properly bound, dodging back when the angry rich fellow tried to kick at him.
He was so distracted that only a slight “shnk” noise from behind him warned him. He swung his head around, but not fast enough... he could feel the sharp point of a knife stabbing into his back. “Shit!” he swore. However... that was why he wore leather. He couldn't help twisting his hands as his shirt split apart in the front and spread out, turning into an impromptu leather net. The bit where she'd stabbed twisted and grabbed the knife, wrapping around it to keep it from actually stabbing properly. Then he sent his one-time shirt flying back, sending the knife weilder with it. It wrapped around... her, tying her up as securly as her husband. Damnit, he'd made a mistake... the wife'd had a knife?
“Oof,” he said, rubbing at his almost-stabbed back. “I guess I know who wears the pants in this relationship.” However, they were both thoroughly tied up now, so he did a quick search and grabbed their cash and various shiny objects, like the man's watch and the woman's jewelry. He twisted the leather around, letting him take a good look at her knife. It was a really nice knife, but it was pretty girly, and she had almost gotten him with it, so he decided to leave it. He threw it down the alley, though, before taking a deep breath, yanking all the leather into one large leather ball, which flew into his hands, and bolting out of their as fast as his feet could carry him, fleeing from the useless screams of “STOP, THIEF.”
Just another day in the life.