06-08-2015, 10:45 AM
Lucas' eyes never left the old man's. Peripherally he was aware of the gun. Strangely, the gun didn't scare him as much. It was the man's hands that were dangerous. He knew enough that gun shots were not the instantly fatal things that you saw in movies and tv. And the man was old.
But his words stopped him short. Aria. What would it do to Aria? He so confused. Did the man want to kill him? Kidnap him? If he kidnapped him, Lucas knew that he would be in the man's thrall as soon as he touched him. Maybe it would wear off. Maybe. Or maybe not. No. Whatever happened, it would have to be here. His best chance lay here, not in some empty room or whatever.
Lucas felt the weight of his own 'gun' in his hand, as well as a bottle of cleaning solution in the other. The stuff was relatively harmless, though the bottle was pretty solid. He looked at the man, letting fear show. It wasn't an act. He was scared for Aria. And for himself, he knew. Aria was in danger no matter where she was, it seemed. Anger laced his fear, but he suppressed it. "Ok. Ok. Don't hurt her."
Before the man could react, Lucas threw the bottle at the man's chest with all his strength, following it up by rushing the man. Hopefully, the man's reacting to the bottle would disorient him enough that Lucas could knock him to the ground, knock the gun away.
But his words stopped him short. Aria. What would it do to Aria? He so confused. Did the man want to kill him? Kidnap him? If he kidnapped him, Lucas knew that he would be in the man's thrall as soon as he touched him. Maybe it would wear off. Maybe. Or maybe not. No. Whatever happened, it would have to be here. His best chance lay here, not in some empty room or whatever.
Lucas felt the weight of his own 'gun' in his hand, as well as a bottle of cleaning solution in the other. The stuff was relatively harmless, though the bottle was pretty solid. He looked at the man, letting fear show. It wasn't an act. He was scared for Aria. And for himself, he knew. Aria was in danger no matter where she was, it seemed. Anger laced his fear, but he suppressed it. "Ok. Ok. Don't hurt her."
Before the man could react, Lucas threw the bottle at the man's chest with all his strength, following it up by rushing the man. Hopefully, the man's reacting to the bottle would disorient him enough that Lucas could knock him to the ground, knock the gun away.