Who Are You?

Arc 3.4 - Luther Abravel

A/N: I adjusted the last chapter a bit XD
———————————————————————

Luther fell to his knees.

He dropped his weapon (drowned in blood, slipping through his hands)

His body covered in the blood of the men. His hand's trembled uncontrollably, and he heaved.

Only with difficulty did he manage to flip over one of the corpses extract the keys and finally unshackle his hands.

The metal doors screeched as they opened up.

Panting from exertion, Luther clenched his eyes shut and pressed his side hard. He stumbled out of his cell, resolutely not looking at the blood on his hands... not looking at all the fresh corpses now laying behind him in the filth.

This was the first time Luther had directly killed in cold blood.

He hesitated for a moment, and took a deep breath. He quickly regretted as pangs of pain ripped into his nerves from his rib cage. His breath became stuttered, short and wheezed but he continued to staggered outside whilst leaning on the cold bars for support. Anyone else would've died from shock by the amount of pain Luther had to tolerate. Thankfully he gained a wild pain tolerance skill, no matter how low it's still useful. At this moment, it's saving his life.

His hands trembled uncontrollably. He attempted to stop it but to no avail. "Doesn't matter," he thought. It wouldn't be much in going out of character. He clenched the trembling hand, bringing it up to the other cell's lock. In his hand held keys gained from one of the remains left behind him, he loosely jammed them into the lock after missing a few times.

The metal creaked.

He could see the kids, so small. Smaller than he thought compared to when he stayed kneeling on the ground. He leaned against their cell door as he spoke out. He knew that if he fell right now, he wouldn't be able to get back up.

"You can open your eyes now."

Their eyes immediately snapped open wide, looking right at Luther. Then straying wildly to look at the other cell, their gaze turning into horror as they saw the gruesome sight. They could clearly see the slit on the necks still spewing blood and unmoving bodies sprawled in awkward positions in the dim lighting. Luther didn't stop them, his character didn't allow for ignorance and innocence to be preserved for long. He was only able to keep the kids from seeing him kill, but he couldn't do more than that. These kids would be seeing the bloodshed in this world in one way or another.

"Tell me." His low-lidded eyes pierced into them, startling them out of the horrid sight. "Do you wish to escape? To live?"

The girl, pale faced and chapped lipped gulped, gritting her teeth. Then moved to take her younger brother's hand into hers. Gripping tightly.

Her brother squeezed her hand tight just as much, looking at the mister in fear, but also with a spark of admiration. He looked at his sister.

The girl glanced at her brother and then at the other cell. She decisively chose her most beneficial option.

She gave a rigid nod, looking right back at the mister. "Yes."

Luther closed his eyes for a moment to let himself cherish this last few seconds of rest. Then he hauled himself away from the door and swiftly turned towards the outside.

"Follow me."

The kids got up and ran to follow behind Luther before he could go too far.

They stuck close to the walls, moving fast. Luther let himself fall into concentration, dissociating himself from the pain of exertion (it was most definitely going to kick him back in the ass twofold later, but he could afford to suffer through it as long as they escape this place). He kept on vigilance, using what he figured out about the area and keeping track of the soldiers on foot so that they could effortlessly escape without having confrontation. They easily entered the pathway most servants use.