Back to Luka again...
“Sit there and stay silent. I don’t want to hear a single word coming from your mouth, ok?”
There’s an old wood chair in the middle of the room. Luka thinks it’s a kinda creepy and known image; something he must have seen in a movie or must have read in a book. He walks slowly, the gun still pointed against his back. His neck is hurting a little, he can feel his muscles stiffen and tired.
He sits, not knowing what else to do.
“You’re hurting, aren’t you? I know, it’s not good losing the sensation in your own hands. Don’t worry, you’ll learn to survive without using your hands”
Luka looks up, his sight searching
Luka sighs. In any case, he isn’t too optimistic about his future. He goes on: “What did you take?”
Luka feels the cold metal against his skin. He can’t believe this is happening again. He’s tired. How is it possible he always ends up in these dangerous situations? The absurdity of the reversing events of his life makes him chuckle a little.
“What? Are you laughing? Do you think this is funny ?”
“In a sense. You know, you seem to know me pretty well, but trust me: You can know something, but you’re really far from knowing everything about me and my life”
“I don’t think so. I’ve made some researches about you and your past. I know about your dead children…”
Luka closes his eyes briefly. He can’t give up now. He opens them again: “Ok, but what do you know about
Luka feels a bruise above his right eyebrow. His blood is warm against his skin.
“Seen? You know something about me. But you know what? The things which happened to me are not who I am. They’re part of me, but I’m something more. I’m much more than that”
He stops there. He licks his lips nervously, tasting sweat and blood. Its metallic taste makes his stomach lurch a little.
“What are we doing now?”
“I don’t know. But we’ll wait”
Luka closes his eyes again. He needs to get a permanent contact with