Slowly, like he was walking to his death, luca walks up to gemme, she is glazed over, but her eyes liven up as Luca comes near her. he stops, stares into her face, I can tell he feels anguish, it's the same feeling I have when I'm near Lilly, he shakes his head, unable to take a step closer, like he will infect her. He turns and walks away.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Ike roars, about to chase after him when he notices Gemme shiver with rage, "No you have to calm down..!"
their voices grow faint as I follow Luca, I have to talk to him, he is the only one who understands me other than Lilly, and she has Ike.
"Where you going?" I hear her voice, stop in my tracks, "I'm coming with," she smiles at me, my heart stopping.
"I need to talk to him," I answer, with the ghost of a smile, "Though your help would be appreciated."
"Lilly, you'r not going with him!" Ike growls. She turns round, apparently unable to decide, "Choose, him or me."
I grit my teeth, but turn away, "I'll make your choice for you," I spit, the spite burning a hole in the floor. I can barely see Luca now, I run to catch up.
"Luca wait!" I shout, he turns around and rolls his eyes.
"What do you want now freak?" he turns away, "go enjoy your muffins."
The monster crouchs down, showing my a way I can attack him, bring him down, I dismiss it, this one requires words.
We are walking side by side now, I will not leave him, he understands me.
"I have a place we can go for now, I think we need to talk."
"And what would you have to say that would interest me?" he laughed, sure it feels a little belittling but I'd had worse.
"Just come with me please."
The house is empty, they have all gone to work. the door is locked but luca touches the lock and it clicks, opening into a silent, deserted corridor.
In the basement, in the darkness I felt at home.
"Er, why have you brought me to your basement?"
"Then I can't see him, I don't need him..." he looks confused but i wave a hand, "never mind, sit down," he sit against a wall and I sit on the other side of the room.
"So go on," he sighed.
"We are similar, I know how you feel and thats without having to ransack you memories," I hate that power, it feels so intruding, "I hear you've a history with drugs," he nods, I see him light up a cigarette and breathe it in, "I've never had one of those."
"You know, you're the first person who hasn't moaned at me for smoking," he laughs, "does that mean I'm a freak too?"
"I know what it's like, to have the dependency. To, for a short moment, feel liberated from yourself, it's nice," his face looked gaunt as he took another drag, nodded his head, "I'm like that with alcohol, when I drink it I lose myself, forget the people I have killed, hurt, forget what I am, but by doing so, I kill people anyway, because there is a monster inside me, that follows me and tells me what to do.
"I know what it's like to kill, when you don't mean it and when you really want to but don't. If I touch a person they will be severely ill, I can't go near anyone, even people I care about, I nearly killed my girlfriend, and I really liked her, but she broke up with me. Do you know what I mean, do you know how I feel, every day terrified about the day that lies ahead?"