The next few minutes were an atrocity. Suffice it to say that Cain was not a good man and it easily was seen through how he treated the prostitute in front of him.

Luke had a fairly low view of the upper class, what had they done for him. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t take his eyes off his old boss. His poor working conditions, his piss poor salary, they were all because of this man. In front of him stood one of the few men responsible for his attempted suicide. Cain Sentury and Luke Thomas were the two reasons that he’d tried to kill himself. One a major CEO and economic powerhouse with thousands of lawyers and backers in the government, the other a poor unemployed shut in. One could hardly put them in the same city together, let alone the same room. Yet there he was.

“Aagh!”

“Stupid bitch I said not to move!”

The man was overflowing with arrogance, self love and hatred for anything that he was not. He expected total veneration, and should anyone cross him they could expect to find a burning husk of their lives afterwards. He was a prime example of the perceived differences between the poor and absolute top class of citizens. In essence, he was an evil man, but as badly as Luke wanted to burst out from the closet and stab him with one of the wire hangers, he had a job to do. He had to bear what was happening right in front of him without batting an eye, which wasn’t all that hard. He was a person able to bear seeing someone he’d fallen in love with dying hundreds of times in front of his very eyes. This was nothing. Oh, and if Luke was successful the Beiorgs would fall as soon as Sam learned of their location. Perhaps Cain would die in here tomorrow after Sam’s men stormed the place.

Closing his mind off from what was happening, Luke shut his eyes and thought about his childhood. It wasn’t a place his mind often flew to, but that only made the distraction even more effective. His mother and father stood with their fake smiles in front of the old farm, giving him the necessities and nothing more. Family friends would visit, a time when Luke was sent to the attic to search for spiders and would only be called down when the visitors had left. A place where he was seen as more of a hindrance, more of an accident, than as a child. Parents of the other families would pat their sons on the head when they were down and tell them to look towards the sky, but Luke’s parents would shove his head down further until he tasted dirt. By the time his head was above ground again they’d be long gone, sucking up to a businessman or treating a local landowner to dinner. The day he turned eighteen was no different. He remembered the day he’d tried to forget for so long like it was only yesterday.

“Luke! Lucas Thomas get your ass down here this instant!”

In seconds he was downstairs standing in front of his mother.

“I swear to god if you lose the money your father gave you you won’t be getting any more, now do you have the tickets uncle Ben got for you?”

“Yes mother.”

“Good boy, now go outside and meet Ted.”