At least I'm not in Canada anymore. (Humanity and Withdrawl)

That guy...totally ignored him, not something that he really enjoyed at all. The feeling of being ignored never really felt good, and in this situation was even worse when he thought about it. Still, he did not want to die and that was more than enough of a reason to turn around despite the fact that he disliked the idea of being at the mercy of this asshole, so that was what he did. Within his mind he counted down towards when everything went black, because this guy obviously did not like him. Luke seemed to do the same, and there was no shooting, instead there were cops. Oh god, there were cops and that meant they were here for some reason. ”Cops….we're dealing with the cops.” He muttered with a sigh, rolling his eyes before turning to Luke with a slight frantic expression. Rapidly he took in the area around him, letting eyes fall upon one location.

”Got any ideas, because all I have is somehow blowing the street up...or cyanide...because I do have that.” There was nothing to do really, so he just put his hands up. "Well looks like we have no other choice."

What the fuck? This guy was trying to get in Luke's head wasn't he? Maybe it was just a coincidence, but the man was saying things to Luke that seemed tailored for him. And he just outright ignored Pat, which was odd, but then again.......that response was tailored to him as a person. Who was this guy? Was he some kind of mind reader? Or....no, that couldn't be. There was no way Luke knew this guy. But then again, he didn't remember all of yesterday, so.

"If we were your targets you would have killed us by now, unless you were hired to have a moral discussion about vigilantism with us." Luke said with a slight smirk. Even though he was staring a guy in the face that could kill him at any moment, he wasn't afraid. He was using basic logic here, this guy was trying to screw with them. His posture, his attitude, it all told Luke he was holding back. He had had way to many fist fights with his brother to not recognize that.

"My death and my life will be meaningless either way, so i might as well go out fighting." Luke said, preparing to walk right up to the guy. Though, the sound of sirens and an ultimatum from the man prompted him to stop. He was quite sure no one was getting shot here, so he just turned around without another word, seeing multiple cop cares barreling down the road toward them.

"Fuck!" Luke said, his eyes twitching around the area, looking for something to get out of this. While he did that he realized the guy had just pulled a Batman, how interesting. Luke thought about this, he didn't have any finger prints on anything because of his gloves, and sniper rounds from humanity were all over the place. They could just play the victims.

"Pat, don't say anything until you get a lawyer, we just got caught in the crossfire of some vigilante and a few mobsters, ok?" Luke said, throwing his bag back through the vans window and pulling his mask off, before ramming it in his pocket. He would then put his hands up, allowing himself to be arrested. Once the cops got there they did just that, handcuffing Luke and reading him his rights before throwing him in a car. Pat would likely be taken separately, Luke just hoped he knew how to deal with this without getting them both sent to prison.

Removing the mask was the first step really, something he could do easy enough and it made him look far less suspicious when he thought about it. Granted, there was not much time to think when the cops were coming and likely with the intent to arrest them too. Playing the victims seemed like a risky move but the only one they had at the moment, meaning he would have to go along with it for the time being. ”Sounds good.” He muttered as the cops sort of closed in on them, officers swarming out with their guns, doing the whole cuffing things slightly rougher than needed. He would have complained more but weaknesses and all prevented that from happening, you can guess which one.

Moved into separate car than Luke for some reason, he found himself being driven off to some kind of precinct or whatever. There would likely be an interrogation, he was expecting one of them and he was expecting it to not be fun at all. Granted this was not meant to be fun from the start and above all, well he was expecting some jail time. Not jail, anything but that. I’m just not cut out for it. He thought to himself nerously, though trying to keep a calmer exterior was difficult. Honestly, he was nervous beyond all belief and that made everything so much harder really. Eventually he found himself sitting across from an officer or maybe it was a detective, likely ready to begin the interrogation.

Would they do the good cop, bad cop routine or stick him with just the bad cop? Luke’s words flowed through his mind, and that sort of made what he would do next a little easier as the would begin the questioning. Honestly he had a feeling he knew how this would go, and so in the end after a few questions he asked for his one phone call, because obviously that was something that he got. Apparently it was because they grumbled and actually let him do that. The person he called was Matt, considering he did not have anyone else to call. ”Ummm...hey Matt I sort of have an issue.” He said with a low chuckle before then explaining his issue.

Today was a very, very eventful day. But he was finally home and he managed to sit down in his favorite chair. Unpacked boxes were scattered about as he looked for a familiar face. He didn't find one, though he couldn't help but smile when he looked to his phone and saw that his friend was calling him. He picked up the phone and immediately there was conversation of plans and a better time to hang out, hopefully actually get to spend some time with a friend he didn't get to see all that often. Of course even that was too much to ask as he sighed, noticing that the other line was trying to garner his attention. Every attempt to meet up was getting shut down. He couldn't even plan to meet up without something coming up. He had an idea of how to actually meet up though, a it was going to happen soon. As far as Matt was concerned his friends Luke and Pat had taken up enough time, and now with them being vigilante's as well...they were just more annoying than anything. Granted he still loved them....but he really didn't like them right now. Especially when he answered whomever was buzzing in and he heard....

”Ummm...hey Matt I sort of have an issue.”

   "Motherfucker...I really don't like you guys right now." He snapped after Pat elaborated. He already knew, and he didn't need the elaboration, but for the sake of acting the part he was angry. He, of course, planned to let them rot in there. They deserved it. Sorry guys. You played the game...and you failed. Miserably. But unfortunately they grew on Mat...like a cancer, or some other abscess that dug itself into you and slowly caused your death. He would bail them out....actually he'd do one better. He'd get them acquitted immediately. He took his old, beat up car and drove himself down to the station. He walked up to the desk and cleared his throat. "Excuse me miss, I'm here to pick up Patrick Marks and Lukas Labore. They're not really supposed to be here so I-"

 "Not supposed to be here? Excuse me, but I don't know who you think you are. I am far too busy for your shenanigans or for you telling us how to do out jobs. Leave before I have you escorted off the premises!" She snapped before standing up and pointing to the door. Humanity looked floored for a moment before looking to the door and then looking back at the older woman. She looked dead serious, and that only made his blood boil. He couldn't stand self-entitled bitches. It's why he hated feminists. He was all for that equality, but he would verbally smack-down anyone who took it to an extreme. He also hated it when older people gave him orders that made no sense. It brought out a rebellious streak.

 "Okay listen, bitch. This is how this is going to work. You are wrongfully holding two people in your detention cells. They are witnesses, they have been questioned and absolutely no charges have been pressed whatsoever. Now, you will comply with LEGAL and proper legislation by releasing them...or I'll come back with my lawyer and raise all kinds of Hell for this office, and once that happens I'm willing to bet the person they hold accountable is gonna be you...I don't think you want to lose your job over the fact you're on you're a single 40 year old on her period and no ice cream, do you?" He asked. He didn't have to say any more than that really. Police retrieved them and brought them into the case detective's office, pictures on a cork board as Matt stood there, looking to Pat and Luke as they were brought in.

 "Here you are Mr.May, your friends are free to go. But before they go I'd like to personally give you a message." Detective Robins said, or at least that's the name on his desk at any rate. He was a thick man, built pretty well for a human, actually intimidating to look at really with rough stubbles across a chiseled face. Matt rolled his eyes as he thought immediately of what was going through Pat's mind. "That Jawline though..." probably. "There's something that's not adding up here. As Mr.May has pointed out we don't have any evidence or probable cause in order to keep you here...but I know the two of you are up to something. You don't carry explosives and toxins like that for nothing.... I'm going to be watching you. I don't take kindly to vigilantes" He said, he tried to leave it off with a menacing tone, slapping a folder down on the desk. But Matt just sighed and took his glasses off to rub his eyes.

 "Wow...a warning. How Clichéd. Now, just because I hate letting total idiots get the last word I'm going to go ahead and challenge you on that. Fruits of the Poisonous Tree my friend, you can't keep any of that crap as evidence against them, even if they were up to something as you so charmingly put it. I'd also like to bring up the fact that you're threatening these two guys who you suspect to be vigilantes? These two that had a run in with the guy who just took down Archangel, the guy who assassinated senator Krieger, and several others. These guys who survived not only that, but have experience in a world of metahumans that would crush them with their brains or something...and you feel as though you can threaten these people, or bully them into compliance? That's not how intimidation works. You need the leverage, the advantage, of which you have none. So we have a new dynamic on things here..." Matt said as he reached onto the desk and placed a hand on the folder. The Detective looked at the hand with disdain, and it was quite clear how much he hated Matt right now as he looked up the arm and into the glasses. Matt smirked and slid the folder off the desk, tucking it under his arm. "Thanks man. Saved a lot of hassle." He said, clicking his tongue, winking and pivoting on his heel before making his way out of the office and then out of the entire facility to get to his car.

   The car was silent when he sat in it. He just sat there though, waiting for Pat and Luke to say something...anything. Then again Silence was fine too, especially as he started up the car. Silence had to break...but the question was; who was man enough to do it?

Well, this was quite the situation. Luke sat silently in the back of the car as he was taken in, utilizing his right to say nothing. The cops in the front seat had asked him a few questions, but he ignored them. A blank expression on his face as he just sat there. Fifteen minutes or so would go by, and they would arrive. Luke was then taken in and put in a chair for questioning, but the police would soon find out they were dealing with an insanely stubborn individual.

"Now, you're going to tell me exactly what happened at the crime scene, is that clear? And if your story doesn't match your little buddies, your both going to jail for a very long time." A detective said after coming in the room, seemed they were doing the bad cop thing, except there was no good cop.

"Oh? Actually, I'm not saying anything until i get a lawyer." Luke said, leaning back in his chair in that nonchalant and rude manner he got into when talking to people he didn't very much like. The detective just sighed, he really hated when people pulled that card.

"How about you forget about that and just come clean, we know the explosives are yours and possibly the gun. We have enough evidence to put you away, so just make it less messy and come clean."

"No, i think I'll just get a lawyer, and my one phone call. Oh, and, can you get me a soda out of that machine outside, i heard you guys are supposed to allow people to have a drink."

"You littLawyer! Dr Pepper! Phone Call!" The man began before being cut off mid-sentence. He then just sighed and walked out, then came back in and uncuffed Luke to give him his phone call and drink, though he did scowl the whole time.

"Sir, a Mister May is here to pick this one and his friend up." Another detective said just as Luke was lead out to the phone. This caused Luke to smile, and chuckle a little.

"Yay, Matt's come to save me." Luke said, obviously trying to piss the first detective off. He would then be lead to the front where he saw Matt as well as Pat. It was at that point the detective started going on about how he knew they were guilty of something and he would be watching, which Matt responded to by legit pwning the guy with nothing but words. The three would then leave, Luke cackling as they left. He then got in the car, which was awkwardly silent. The dead air just dared someone to speak. Matt was angry, and that was honestly something Luke knew was a bad thing. Wouldn't stop him from poking at him though.

"......Come on Matt, you know me. Don't tell me now you didn't see this coming a mile away. Now your going to act all mad? I know why you don't want me doing it, you think I'm going to end up dead. But I'm going to ask you an honest question....... If i died tomorrow, would that even effect your life in the long run? Would you care five years from now? Ten? Even if you're my friend now, after i die not even the closest of them will care after awhile." Luke said. At that he caught himself almost tearing up, you likely couldn't tell unless you were really observant but yeah, his own words upset him because he felt they were true.

Well it appeared that Matt would be on his way, which was good in a way but then again his anger was to be expected. Part of him had expected him to leave him to rot, but then again that may have been the whole doubting portion of his thoughts. Didn’t quite make anything better but then again at least he wouldn’t have to worry about being in jail of all things. Thinking about prison was more than enough to keep him from not telling Matt, granted he would have found out anyway. He knew things would go better than now when he was brought from the room into one where Matt was standing, likely rather disappointed in him for going out and doing the whole vigilante thing. They were even free to go, though the guy with the fine jawline made sure to give them a warning about vigilantes as if he knew something.

Luckily he wasn’t utterly shit when it came to pretending to be confused or surprised, because both of those emotions went through him. All it took was portraying them in the right fashion really. Likely Luke had given this guy more trouble than he did, but then again he was the snarkier of the two of them when it came down it it. All he did was bury his hands into his pockets while Matt did his thing, somehow talking the detective into submission before carting them both out with an aura about him that hinted at anger. Form there he found himself in Matt’s car, hands clenched together as he let his eyes slide over to the window and stare out it. It was likely not smart to talk while Matt was like this, not smart at all but someone would need to break the ice at some point.

Luke was that someone that broke the ice, though the question was rather harsh when he thought about it. Still the logic made sense in a manner of speaking. Despite how someone would actually grieve for a person, in the end they got over it, coped with that and moved on. Well it was either that or break mentally, always one of the two in the end. Honestly, he didn’t quite expect much grief to be thrown his way should he die, that was partially why he had no problem endangering his life. Not that he would notice if someone cared if he died, considering that he would be dead by then. He wouldn’t feel guilty then, just nothing unless there was an afterlife waiting for him. Then well...at least it would be something. Still, he would keep quiet until someone actually spoke to him, hands sort of crossed over his chest as his fingers gripped his arms.

The foot slammed on the break so fast. The breaks entered a squealing noise, and he could feel the wheels of the car under him no longer rotating, but still they slid forward from the sheer force they had been speeding at. Hopefully Pat had his seatbelt on because knowing Luke, he probably did not. You'd think with the history of car accidents he'd know better. Oh well. Not wearing one certainly paid off, because his head likely went right into the dash as Matt twisted the wheel, the car skidding off to the side. He actually had forgotten the fact that they had never seen him this furious...this livid, probably in the entire time they'd known him he'd never been so enraged or infuriated. The worst part was that out of this all he was genuinely pissed, to the point he was actually starting to tear up. Not because he was mad, that'd be stupid... no he wasn't even angry because they called him away to get them out of jail. He was most pissed about the fact that Luke thought that people were just so easily forgotten.

 Jesus fucking Christ...is THAT how I sound? Granted I own that...It's true with me. But Luke had a lot more than he fucking realizes. Was all he could think of as he pulled his glasses off his face and clenched them in his fist before tossing them out the window. "You son of a bitch. Do you think that that's all it takes? Well let me give you a little news flash Luke. TIME DOESN'T HEAL WOUNDS!  When I was eight I lost my best friend because he fucking drowned. I still cry every single time I hear "Come sail away". I lost a friend to cancer when we were going through chemo! I still fucking cry when I think about her! Eleven years ago, eight years ago, I still remember them like they were here yesterday. My mom...my brothers...three fucking months ago. Just like they were still here. Now I'm going to lose you...and that's just another number to the body count of dead assholes that I'm gonna remember every day, as if they died yesterday." His head was rambling off all forms of counters, and honestly he didn't intend for this to end in a conflict, thought he acknowledged that the possibility was there. He looked back at Pat in the rearview with a sort of distain, perhaps even a little of his disgust showing as he moved the car forward, an idea coming to mind.

 "I'm done." He said, almost alarmingly bipolar in how smiling and empty he just got, the color red draining from his face and his eyes almost instantly turning off the held up water works. He let out a little sigh as he began to hum a rather upbeat little tune, it actually sounded like a pop culture song or something...one of those things that He'd never have been associated with probably. "Okay so...Pat you're a terrible liar. I knew you were part of this, but I'm kinda lost as to when you joined in on this. Gonna just assume that you two never did the team up thing before...or else you guys wouldn't have been dumb enough to send one person after someone like Travis Masters. Oh and you would have known better than to involve me...especially since I know you both better than you know yourselves." He said as the car came to a slow before he parked the car, on top of a slump surrounded by the night sky and trees with the occasional light in the distance. He turned the car off and took the keys out and jiggled them a little before holding them in the palm of his hand and looking to Luke and Pat and chuckling a little before he reached over and pressed the button to lower his window...and then tossed them out into the darkness.

  "Well...I guess this is as good a way as any." He said as he sighed, seeming content, pulling the lever on the left, by his seat and leaned back, as if he were stationed there. He figured that his words would strike Pat and Luke's natural curiosity and shake them from their self-pity party and their annoying self-deprecations to look at the surroundings and actually make note of where they were. In the middle of nowhere...parked on train tracks. A loud horn in the rather-near distance sounded off and Matt smiled. "Ahhh...right on time." He said, almost sounding happy, like a cat as he shifted his body around, putting his hands behind his head, elbows up as he seemed to nestle himself into the seat. The light of the train was visible in the distance as it turned a corner. They had a small while....a very small while.

Luke didn't have his seat belt on, and in fact he was sort of leaning forward. So what happened next was quite horrifing. His head went forward, smashing into the dash nose first. He screamed, agonizingly, as dark red blood gushed from his face.  What the fuck was that? He just did that on purpose, didn't he? Luke held his nose, glaring at Matt as he held his face and listened to what the male was saying. It was clear his friend was pissed beyond belief, but still Luke didn't totally understand why. Sure what he had just said sort of made everything worse, and it was understandable, but not to this degree. But even worse then that was what happened next, it genuinely scared Luke. The shift in emotion was just creepy as hell.

"M-matt... Are you ok?" Luke asked, which was seemingly ignored as they drove awkwardly through god knows where. Why was he going this way? This was like, nowhere. Eventually however the purpose of this would become apparent, before Luke knew it they were parked on train tracks, and Matt had thrown the key out into the pitch black darkness. Oh, no, he wasn't doing what Luke thought he was, was he?

"Matt! What are you doIng!? You're....what the fuck! You're just going to kIll yourself!?" Luke said after seeing the trains light and hearing it. He quickly reached over Matt and tried to open the door, but found it locked and he couldn't find the manual lock. Luke saw seriousness in Matt's demeanor, why was he doing this? Was he trying to prove a point? Was he really going to go through with it? Well, it looked like it.

"Matt, get out of the car. Get out! You can't do thIs to me you asshole!" Luke said, before trying and failing to pull on Matt to get him out of his own door. He was solid in his seat, and fully intent on doing this. Luke couldn't do anything but save himself and maybe Pat, but he couldn't watch a friend die. That would end it all for him, he would just kill himself afterward anyway. So, calming himself and adjustIng back Into his seat, he spoke with a soft tone.

"Get out Pat." Was all he said before he collapsed his chair backward and layed there. All his 22 years had come to this, and you know what? He didn't care. Regardless of how he went he would go eventually, so why not do it now? He was with his friends, he was calmed. This was as good a way to go as any. Luke then cleared his throat and began to sing, not something he was very good at but this was a song that his mother sung to him as a young boy, it was only fitting to go out with it.

".... You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away. The other night dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms, but when I woke dear, I was mistaken, and I hung my head and cried...." Luke said. He would continue to sing until the car was hit.

Quite the stressful time they seemed be going through, well especially when someone slams the brakes for one reason or another. Luckily he was wearing his seatbelt, so that ended up which just him being jerked forward the with the belt pressing against his chest with an almost uncomfortable amount of pressure. There was some kind of speech, he was told he was a bad liar but then again that came from someone that could read people like books. Yet what happened next made things so much worse because one minute he was dangling the keys before him and then they were thrown out the window...into the dark. It was then that things became painfully obvious by the lights approaching that they were on train tracks.

You have got to be kidding me. He thought to himself eyes frantically darting from Luke to Matt, the former seemingly trying to get Matt out before just giving up. In the end they just wanted to let it all end with a train running them over like some kind of dog on the street. All of it felt so pointless, and he just did not like that. The pointlessness of dying like this, but then again life tended to be pointless. You’re born, you eat, sleep, get a job and then eventually die. At some point you found a reason for living but then again he only really found one within his friends, who were about to let themselves get smeared across the tracks along with this shitty ass car. Even if he did get out of this, there would only be a hollow life awaiting him. Was that a life that was even worth living?

Well the answer was obvious as soon as the question came to mind, it wasn’t really. It would be like dying anyway, without the actual dying portion. ”Nah, i’m not getting out.” He noted resting against the door. Well it looked like there would be a light, just not at the end of the tunnel.

Well that was that. The train was on it's way. Of course Matt had no intentions of dying here, but Luke's response was exactly what he wanted. While his friends may not have suspected him of his own vigilante actions, they knew all too well his psychological warfare. They both seemed to hate his reluctance to leave, and honestly them not resorting to violence was a good call on their part. Casually after Pat said he wasn't going anywhere, Matt yawned. The responses were as predicted, and so he cleared his throat before sighing. The lesson was here to be learned, and his own psychological warfare with his friends would begin. Though if they would be friends for long was something else entirely.

"Yeah, it's a lot harder to accept when it's someone else's life, isn't it? And no less when it's two of them, huh Pat?" Matt asked before casually holding up his right fist. That moment when the keychain jingled and he looked Luke in the eyes and then Pat? He was distracting them form a little sleight of hand. Opening his hand he revealed a little loop and the car key dangling from it, the loop dropped between the forefinger and the middle finger. "Oh and of course no one would think to just push my leg and put us in neutral. Because heavy cars totally don't drift down inclined planes." He said, as he gently pressed on the break and put the car in neutral. The car drifted backwards and down the initial incline, slumping them back a bit as the train passed. Knowing Luke this would be jarring...someone whom prepares and accepts death to be pulled from the jaws of it ends up wanting it, no purpose in life and not even able to die. It was risky, but once again...Psychology came naturally...even in an uncanny way.

"Look at you...both of you." He said with a scoff as he sat his seat up, obviously disappointed in both of them. "Pat, you just don't fucking care. You don't care if you live or die, you have no self value, yet somehow you can be so fucking selfish that any value any of us have on you doesn't fucking matter. The only reason you don't want to die is because it's unknown to you.... Then we have Luke...look at you. I'm not afraid you're going to fail and die.... I'm afraid that you WANT to. This is just an excuse for you to do it. So between Captain Kill-Me and Sargent Self-loathing.... I think you can get why I don't like this vigilante shit." He snapped. This was for their own good, because honestly in a nutshell he wasn't exactly wrong. He wasn't sparing feelings either. The truth hurt, but the truth needed to be addressed. Ultimately he had to break them to fix them...like a bone that was broken. They were broken by their situation...and how they healed was crooked, angled weird and causing problems. To fix them, and improve their "quality of life" so to speak... he had to break them again, and realign them. If h couldn't stop this nonsense of them going out and doing this shit...he could at least make sure they were in the best situation possible. The train stopped and Matt but the car back in park before putting the car key in and turning it over. He didn't care much about the key chains...and he had an extra house key.

"You don't even want to help yourselves....fuck this whole "bigger than us" and "for the greater good" bullshit. You want to change the world and save people? How about you save yourself? Start there...then we'll talk." He said as the car started forward. It was unfortunate that Psychology wasn't a means of warfare or a viable option for vigilantes; well not conventionally at least.

As soon as Luke realized Matt had tricked them, he jumped up from his seat. What a cunt. Playing with his emotions like this. He had just given up. You can't come back from something like that that quickly. He had accepted it to the degree he was about ready to leap from the car and run under the train anyway, but he realized just what the hell was going on before he did. He should have known Matt would do this, the guy was a fucking trickster.

"YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! IS THIS A GAME TO YOU?! You think you can just play with my emotions like that?! I didn't tell you my problems so you could use them against me you fucking asshole! I'm....i'm done, i'm done with you trying to fuck with my head. I'm not a puppet for you to manipulate." Luke said as he opened the car door and started walking away. He was fully intent on walking home, and he did so quickly with anger in his steps. Whether either of them followed him, well he didn't care. But if Matt really wanted to help Luke, he would. Because right now he was screwed. But then again maybe that's what Matt's intentions were. Luke never understood that guy, he just seemed to make his whole mental state worse.

It all came into perspective the moment this proved to be a trick. The first thing that came to mind was the fact that he wasn’t going to die, which was a surprise but then again it was also a relief in a sense considering they wouldn’t die either. Was this all some kind of game for him? Just dig around in someones head and toy with them to make them work like he wanted them to? Just thinking about it made anger well up within him, the outrage was more than anything annoying. In the end was it all a game with Matt? If so then assuming things were not too far off then, and just mulling over it made things worse. The bastard even had a spare set of keys, making the whole situation pointless.

Pat sort of cringed when Luke’s anger seemed to overflow in the form of shouting. He did not seem to enjoy this very much, but then again that made two of them. After letting the words ring through the air, Luke sort of just left with anger still fresh it would seem. That left him wondering what he should do, walking away didn’t quite seem like the smart thing to do and so he sat there.

At this point he didn’t want to talk.

"Pat...go make sure he's okay. It's not like you want to be here either." Matt sighed before parking the car and turning on the foreways. Unfortunately it would seem as though he had driven Luke off. Not that it mattered much. Well it did, honestly he hated having to do this shit sometimes. Luke probably thought that Matt enjoyed making him suffer, and probably thought that every time Matt tried to help him that he was only making his life worse. A sigh escaped him as Pat went on his way to catch up with Luke, whom was a pretty decent distance away. By time they were caught up, Matt got out of the car and reached into the glove compartment, withdrawing a rectangle like packet. Pulling it out he began to root around for a lighter. He honestly had smoked before, but right now seemed as good a time as any. Trying to root around for his lighter. This used to belong to his grandfather, it was passed down generation to generation, you're supposed to smoke it before you die. Of course he kept the lighter for survival purposes. But he couldn't find anything. This was odd. He knew were everything in his car was. Everything.

"What the actual fuck!?" He asked before throwing fist into the side of the car door, rummaging around before he felt something out of place. It was like paper or something. Quickly withdrawing it he took notice of the writing on it. He didn't need his glasses for much, and this was no case as on big lettering were scrawled the words Is this what you wanted? ~H. The note itself was precisely what it looked like. It was a Humanity written note, complete with the bland mask symbol and all. It was taped to the lighter and on the back of the lighter it looked like someone crudely took a knife and carved out an H in it. Anxiety welled in him, did they figure out who he was and were playing a joke on him? No, those two were as clueless as blind men in a mute-convention.

Looks like I finally got you. The snide remark haunted his mind and as he turned around he tried to dive forward, but the car burst, flame spewing from the engine as an explosive shot rang out, sending Matt flying and rolling off the road, the lighter in his hand, the note sitting there, his blood streaking the page a small bit as he lay there unconscious and unmoving as red seemed to seep out and puddle around him, almost invisibly so against the pavement in the dark night.

Luke was pissed off, that was clear. However that quickly changed to a breakdown of tears once he got out of sight. He ended up sitting down, slightly curling up to his knees as he sobbed. He had fell off the emotion ledge, and he was just letting it all out. Dangerous thoughts shot through his head, he felt like not even the two people he had called his friends were there for him. None of it fucking mattered anyway. No one cared about him in the end, no one. Deep down they all knew it. Everyone was hard wired to think of themselves above all else. Whatever Matt thought he did, he had just made this worse for Luke. Heck, maybe he just got a kick out of it. Maybe he liked fucking with him like the troll he was. Luke wanted so badly to give up, truly. He wanted to end it right here. But frankly, he had no means of doing so. That was likely a good thing, as he might have just done it if he had a knife in his pocket. This life of his had only brought him disappointment. It only got better to bring him back down again. He wanted to kick that cycle in the crotch and say goodbye. Eventually Pat would come, likely to talk him down or whatever. And soon after, an explosion was heard. Luke then realized the car had just exploded. Why? What happened?

"MATT! NO! GOD NO! MATT!" Luke screamed as he bolted up and ran toward the burning wreckage. Then he saw him, why did this have to happen? A page could be seen on the ground but Luke ignored it and went straight to his bleeding friend.

"PAT! CALL 911! Stay with me Matt, i swear I'm going to be pissed if you leave me like this! Don't be an asshole!" Luke said as he took his shirt off frantically and tried to find the wounds blood was pouring from. He had to stop the bleeding, and fast.

With how angry Luke was, it was likely he needed someone to talk him down and it appeared that Pat was the only one around to do that. Well there was Matt but Luke was pretty angry at him, not like him talking to the guy would do any good. That much Pat could see, and so that was why he went after his friend really, well that and he was never really good at saying no. Well, he also did not want to be there too because the air of tension was something that could be cut with a knife really. So stepping out of the slightly beaten looking vehicle, he would go after Luke who was likely still troubled by everything that had happened. What he found was not so much anger as it was crying however, though that only increased the anxiety that he felt really. ”Hey...um...” He wasn’t sure of what to say really, things like this were always awkward for him.

Well before he could really say anything, there was an explosion, a really explosive explosion. There was only one thing out here that could make an explosion like that, which was Matt’s car, or rather that made enough sense within his own mind. Luke was the first one to verbally confirm that as they bolted up and ran towards the scene itself, Pat doing so a few seconds after doing so. What he saw was worrying to say the least, in the sense that seeing your friend bleeding on the ground was worrying, so very. Whipping out his phone and fumbling with it for a few moments until finally managing to punch in the few numbers required, he let it rest against his ear. So he would have to do the whole frantic 911 call, which felt like it would go nowhere but eventually they would send someone their way hopefully soon.

With that done all he could do really was stand around and...well freak out really.

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