Sweetening the Pot

[Lucas]

Sergei shrugged his coat against the cold. It wasn't too bad now that winter was finally easening up. It would be nice to be in the warmth of the shop though. Lucas would probably have everything going. He was pretty contentious about all aspects of his business.

Not Sergei. Oh he worked hard and did a good job. And he didn't mind covering for Lucas while he was gone on his trip with his girlfriend- little miss ninja. A freaky one, she was. But the idea of owning his own business never appealed to him. Who wanted to be responsible for something like that? As long as he did good days work, made some money, had a good time with the customers, and then could go out and party without a care in the world, that was all that mattered.

When he got to the shop, he was surprised to see that the store hadn't been opened. The lights were still out. He opened up the door and looked around. Odd. Lucas had gotten back yesterday morning and texted him that he would be in today at the usual time. Oh well.

Sergei turned on the lights and got the heater going before noticing Lucas' leather jacket at his desk. He frowned. The store was quiet. There was no noise coming from the back. Had Lucas just left it and headed out in a hurry?

He then noticed Lucas' gun on the ground and his heart began to beat. Lucas never treated his equipment like that. Ever. He stopped and tried to listen for any noise. Nothing.

He quietly walked to the back room and pushed back the bead separator, some throw back Lucas had picked up somewhere. There, sprawled on a chair was Lucas, his head lolled to one side. Sergei rushed to him, heedless of any danger.

Lucas normally white skin was bluish-tinged now, especially his lips pulled tight. And the look on his face...it would be something Sergei would always remember. Hesitantly, he reached out his hand, unsure of what he was doing, and felt the ice cold of Lucas' neck.

He just stood there, trying to process what he was seeing, noticing puzzle pieces that he somehow couldn't put together. It was all too much and he went to the bathroom and through up. Once that was done, he could think more clearly. His friend was dead.

He pulled out his phone and called the emergency line, lifelessly telling the operator what he had found. All he could think of was his dead friend.


Edited by Lucas, Jun 15 2015, 01:52 PM.