Chapter 7: To What You Have Lost
Luke arrived an hour later looking better in his ordinary clothes than he did in his nurse's uniform. With a tanned colored vest over a red turtle neck sweater and khaki pants. Luke's blond curls were pulled back from his face with red corded head band. It made his freckled face and his hazel eyes look golden. It was eye catching and Sam mouth dried up of spit.
Luke's suntanned freckled skin pushed his eye color up to nearly sepia and Sam was captivated by the color. But, what caught his breathe, was the red surrounding Luke's irises; it was obvious the guy had been crying.
Sam exhaled and stepped aside to allow Luke to enter. The rest of Luke's body was just as impressive as his eyes. Luke's body was slimmer, but still muscular and was about an inch or two shorter than Sam's. It was impossible for Sam to miss Luke's broad shoulders; they looked almost as wide as his.
No wonder, the guy had the strength to hold me back like he did...
The motel room was cleaner and spacious, than their usual pickings. The sturdy wooden beds and night stands were to the right. To the back was the closet and in the left hand corner was an eating nook. To left of it was the door to the bathroom. Everything, besides the walls were colored in different tones of red.
Luke walked to the middle of the room. They both looked at each other awkwardly. All of a sudden, they were unsure where this was going. Sam asked if Luke would like to have a seat. Luke sat in one of the folding red plastic chairs under the bolted red plastic counter table. The victim's files were piled on top. After seeing it, Luke dropped his head in his hands and began to cry again. Sam kneeled beside his chair to put a comforting hand on his back.
"Listen to me. We are going to catch the sons of bitches, who did this. We're going to catch them. Remembered I had promised you that! Talk to me..." Sam whispered.
"I was supposed to be the godfather of Ellen's baby." Luke said laying his hand on of top the file marked Ellen Richards.
"We're supposed to celebrate after the baby was born. She couldn't wait to like drink enough alcohol to drown a fish in." Luke's hand pushed the file aside.
The next said Molly Wright.
"Miss Wright and I was Mister Wong." he said smiling fondly.
"We were supposed to go shopping. She couldn't wait to buy new 'mommy and daughter' matching dresses for her and her baby girl. Purple was her favorite color and not pink. Lucky for me! She'd wanted to buy me a matching purple daddy outfit, too." Again Molly's file was pushed to the side. This time it was Stacy's.
"Stacy couldn't wait to be a mother. When she found out that she was pregnant. She cried so much from joy that we'd kept her under serious observation. She'd cried until she'd vomited. It took like forever for her to settle down. We're like so scared she was going to miscarry. Fuck, was that woman so determined! She'd wanted this so much that she held on to her belly and prayed for her happiness to go away. To wait, until after Mary was born."
Sam perked at the call of his mother's name.
"Mary...?"
"Yeah, the name of her baby girl. We had to call her unborn child, Mary. Mary was going to be according to Stacy, her blond green eyed Saint. The savior to her mother's sorrows..."
If that didn't cut Sam deeper than a hot knife through butter, then this world wasn't going through its apocalypse because Sam hadn't been born and his mother was still alive.
Sam wanted to kill the bastards. He wanted them to bleed thick copious amounts of the red hot liquid and lick their coppery fluid from his hands, to spit it back at their corpses. He was going to deep fry their asses with a side of 'fuck you's' and 'dammit to hell's'.
Sam was trembling from his anger. So, much hatred ran through his veins that he hadn't noticed that Luke was kissing him. A hard tug at his lips brought him back to harsh reality and he bit back. A moan escaped from the other pair of lips and Sam slid his tongue in.
Sam was kissing back, hard. Controlling the kiss while his feelings were raw and burning with hate. He didn't care if he was hurting Luke. Wait, this is Luke I am kissing. My brother is going to kill me.
Sam pulled back so fast that Luke toppled over him.
"Uhm... Sorry about that. I think we should stop and uhm... Head back to the clinic. I need to contact my partner and we need to protect Morgan from losing her life and her child." Sam said moving back.
Luke kneeled over his lap and began tugging at Sam's tie and pulling his jacket off. Sam moved back and tried to get away from Luke's efforts.
"Stop moving. Don't talk anymore. Just do this for me. Please." Luke begged with his eyes.
