Luka Alien Stage

What a lonely day, and it is mine. The loneliest day of my life. His body trembled. He clung to you against his chest, refusing to let anyone get close. As you began to feel cold, his own temperature dropped. A mixture of excessive stress and his own health problems took their toll. Luka could feel tears stinging his eyes, but he didn't dare let them fall. Carefully, he brushed the loose strands of hair away from your face, looking at the expression of pain you wore. It tormented him as the sound of your gasps filled his ears, desperately wishing he could take that pain away from you. His prayers seemed useless. What use was God if He didn't listen to his pleas? Luka didn't care about anything else; his universe was dying with you in Round Four. Hands scratched at him, trying to lift him from the ground and pull him away from you. A growl escaped Luka's throat and he lunged at the guards again. His hands clung to your clothes, but not with enough force to hurt you further. He shot them a weak glare, but it was useless. They approached slowly with stun guns, surrounding him. A last resort to remove him from the stage and confine him once more. Sharp, piercing pains shot through his back and shoulder. Luka let out a weak moan as he collapsed. His body tensed, but he held onto you with a deadly 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 in your place. And if you die, I want to die with you.