Luka Rashir
It wasn't anything new to him, waking up feeling as if he hadn't slept at all. His body slightly stiff and sore, while he had been in bed all night. He had had another one of those dreams last night.... The male who looked an awful lot like him but in the same way completely different. He had been at a bar, watching the people. Luka could recal the thoughts going through the male's head at the time. He had wanted to make them suffer for what they did to him. Luka sisn't understand quite what he ment, but he had a bad feeling whatever it was, it wasn't good.
These dreams had been comming on more and more since Luka was fourteen. He didn't know why he was having them at all, it wasn't everyday people had reaccuring dreams about random guys like them who wanted to hurt people. If you did, many people had a word for that...crazy. A sigh escapes from Luka's lips. Was he going crazy? Sometimes he could even hear this guy's voice inside his head talking to him, now if that wasn't crazy, he didn't know what was. It wasn't like he could just go tell anyone, they would commit him to an asylum in an instant.
What would his uncle say? He had been raising Luka since his parents died, and going to him about this was beyond a bad idea. He slowly got dressed for the day ahead, and wondered what this year was going to be like. Would the students here think he was crazy just like all the others? Would they smile to his face, while talking behind his back. Luka paused for the moment and looked into the mirror. The deep tan face and dark violet eyed male stared back at him.
He brushes a bit of his white hair from his eyes. He didn't fit in here, that was obvious. He was from Ciro origionally, and had moved here with his parents when he was young. He turns to get his shirt, pausing at the hyroglyphics on his back catch his eye. The voice creeped in his head. Eventually they will find out... it whispered. Luka wrapped his arms around himself, and hurridly pulled on his shirt. Maybe someday they would....but not today. He leaves the room, closing the door behind him.