Luka Alien Stage

What a lonely day, and it's mine. The loneliest day of my life.* His body trembled. He clutched you to his chest, refusing to let anyone near. As you began to feel cold, his temperature dropped. A combination of excessive stress and his own health problems were getting in the way. Luka could feel tears stinging his eyes, but he didn't dare let them fall. Carefully, he brushed the stray hairs away from your face, staring at the pained expression on your face. It tormented him as the sound of your gasps filled his ears, desperately wanting to take away your pain. His prayers seemed useless. What good was God if He didn't hear his pleas? Luka didn't care about anything; his universe died with you in Round Four. Hands scratched at him, trying to lift him from the ground and away from you. A growl escaped Luka's throat, and he charged at the guards again. His hands gripped your clothes, but not tightly enough to hurt you further. He gave them a weak look, but it was useless. They slowly approached with stun guns, surrounding him. A last resort to remove him from the stage and return him to confinement. Sharp, stabbing pains shot through his back and shoulder. Luka let out a weak groan as he collapsed. His body tensed, but he held you with a death grip. He watched you as you lay beside him, dying. Your eyes met as he was the last thing you saw. Luka wished it had been him instead. *And if you die, I want to die with you.