Luca had been sleeping for what seemed like only minutes before he was awakened by a cold cloth on his leg. His eyes shot open, only to reveal Cali, cleaning his wounds for him. Taking care of him yet again. He felt terrible still. He was burning up.
All he could think about was getting some rest somehow, the sun in the distance was just above the horizon. On one side of the sky you could still see the last of the stars and the darkness while on the other the sun and an orange aura was pointing out the dawning of a new day. He closed his eyes, taking a couple long blinks before shutting them for good. It had been a while since he had spoken to anyone, he was still in a state of shock from being injured during the fight. He had not beaten a single enemy in that fight. He was still depressed about not being there for the team when they needed him. there was nothing he could really do at this point, just lay around waiting for his injuries to heal, obviously still sick from the day before at the school. Luca had lost all track of time as well.
The thoughts of the Cali taking care of him fresh in his mind, he closed his fell asleep quickly. She was the only person he had ever let help him, becuase in his own opinion she was the only one who actually cared about him. He didn't have a problem with getting help from someone who understood, someone who wasn't just doing it out of pity for him. He felt relaxed for a moment before the pain in his body kicked back in, now leaving him with a severe headache. He dreamed peacefully now, slipping into a realm of sweet nothing for an instant.
He was standing in a dark room, two adult looking figures behind him. All he could see were the bodies of the two, one a female, the other a male. There was a loud crackle that seemed to rip through the room, suddenly both figures fell to the ground. Luca could still not make out their faces. The only visible thing now was a man standing silently behind them, his face dark , a small caliber pistol in his hand, now pointing at his own head. His face was not visible either. The man pulled the trigger and collapsed, next to the other two dead bodies. In seconds it seemed as if he was standing on a hill on a cold, dark, and rainy night. Lightening flashed, thunder crackled. A man appeared on the other side of the gate, someone Luca could finally recognize. It was the headmaster of the academy. Seconds more passed and he was standing in the front office of the school. Age 7. Behind him was a door, the morning light passing through it as it closed, in front of him another door, opening. Opening into a dark and cold room. Luca's passage from childhood to his life at the academy was flashing before his eyes.
Soon he was standing outside of the academy, Age 15 now, Admiring a young girl walking with her boyfriend. She didn't seem like much of the jock type, yet he seemed as if he was the definition of it. That was his earliest memory of Cali. Walking with Brock, his friends following close behind the couple. The dream seemed all too real to Luca.
The next was a scene of pure horror to Luca, setting him apart from all the rest of his peers. There stood Brock, his parents behind him, Cali next to him, her parents behind her. All around him he could see kids with parents. Yet when he looked back he noticed nothing behind him. Just darkness. He sat down, placing his arms around his knees and holding back tears. He was all alone. He envisioned the sight of graduation now. The kids around him receiving recognition from their parents... going home. All of them leaving until it was only he who stood in the large building. Alone, cold. Where would he go after graduation? He had nowhere to go after he left the school. He would never see Cali again, He had nowhere to go, No parents to turn to. He would be alone again. He didn't want to be alone again... didn't want to be abandoned again.
And there he slept, a emotionless look on his face as he endured his slumber. Hoping to never wake, Hoping to never be abandoned again.
