Luke felt ****. Hopeless. Every time he seemed to have made some progress in rebuilding their friendship, chance seemed to pull everything out of his hands. How was that possible? Becky, she had been his crush for most of his student life and that book had turned her... into a slut. He was disgusted at himself for even thinking of that word, but the harsh reality was too evident to ignore. And now, now even Danny seemed to have disapperead. Whatever reason was behind that, it had to be related to Becky, and that damn book. That vile object of sin. He really wanted to cry, to lock himself inside his room and forget about everything that had happened in the last few days. But he could not. Sunset was approaching, and he was quickly walking back home from Danny's house.
"They will alert the police if he does not come back by tomorrow. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck"
The police... where they trained to deal with demons? Probably not. And what would happen to Danny in the meantime? He had no way to know. On his way home, Luke walked next to the park. That damn park where their troubles had begun. If only he had listened to Becky that time, now they would not be in trouble. She would not be in trouble. She would still be the girl he had always loved, his childhood crush. But now... everything had changed, and it was his fault.
-Ouch! Be more careful, young man! -
Luke was so caught up in his own head that he had not seen the man standing on the sidewalk. Long brown robe, few hair on an almost bald head, an already gray goathee. As Luke's eyes esamined the figure he felt even more guilty as he noticed the man was using a cane to walk. A white cross was hanging from his necklace, signaling that, for once, Luke had actually just bumped into a men of God.
-I am sorry, I don't know what happened... I...-
The friar looked intensly into his eyes. The strange had intense blue eyes, somewhat unexpectedly cold. Luke froze, feeling like the stranger was staring at something inside his head even he could not see or feel. He grabbed his long, black cane with both hands, before finally moving away with his gaze.
-Do not worry, child. I had not realized you were in so much distress.-
Were there any Catholic monasteries in town? Not as far Luke could remember. What was a friar doing there? What the hell did he mean?
-Excuse me, sir?-
The man sighed. He begin to rythmicaly tap the pavement with the tip of his cane, nervously. Luke noticed that the object was of excellent design, with a silver sharp tip at the end that didn't seem suited for walking activity.
-You are impure. But it is not too late for you. -
The old man firmly grabbed Luke's wrist, locking his eyes into his.
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