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silverstarsheep · 4 years

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Oh man, it’s a fic for the “Coffee Shop AU,” which is lead by @doodledrawsthings.

I started this really early on and wrestled with it a lot, so things changed and shifted a bit since I started writing it. Looking at the new stuff vs. old, I’m surprised what details I got accurate, and not at all surprised at what I got wrong. Quite a lot of it is super super SUPER inaccurate, sorry.

This is more or less my take on Luka’s transformation, so... Take it for what you will, haha.

I also finished it a while back, but never had the guts to actually post it for one reason or another--I may as well post it anyway, since it’s gotten this far.

Word count: 6,749

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Luka nearly flew out of the restaurant and into the cooler-than-normal evening air, stumbling down a few of the steps leading to the door. The sound of rain could be heard all around him--it hadn’t let up since he arrived. Standing underneath the awning with his umbrella cradled in the crook of his right arm, he stuffed both hands into his pockets, puffing out a frustrated sigh. His face was burning hot, and his chest was tight with indignation.

He should have known that a call to “make amends” from Vanessa was going to be a big, fat lie. Luka’s brow creased, and he stared at the damp pavement beneath the bottom step, silently wondering why he had ever thought that such would have been the case. During the legal battles of divorce and custody, that vile woman more than demonstrated her ice-cold and vitriolic feelings towards him.

Maybe, deep down, he still felt something for her... And he did truly want to make amends. Too bad the same wasn’t true for Vanessa.

Popping his umbrella open, he finally trotted down the rest of the stairs and to the sidewalk. It was about time that he went home, but along the way he needed to pick up little Harriet from her friend’s house. Hopefully she wouldn’t mind walking in the rain, but somehow he doubted she would.

As he turned the corner, he couldn’t help but shiver. Frown creasing his features further, he thought to himself, “Wasn’t it supposed to be in the 70′s tonight?” If only he had worn a thicker sweater... If it got any colder, he would have been able to see his breath!

To make matters worse, in the corner of his eye Luka could make out little white dots bouncing around on the ground. Pace slowing a bit, it wasn’t long before he was hearing heavier objects hitting his umbrella. Hail?! For pity’s sake, can’t he catch a break for just a second? Holding the umbrella tight, he started to run down the sidewalk, having to skid to a halt when he realized that he had nearly overshot his friend’s house.

Bounding up the porch, he knocked on the door, drumming his fingers against the umbrella’s handle. The door opened, however instead of being met with her caregiver, he was instead met with the very small, curly-haired Bonnie. She stared up at him with her big, purple eyes for a moment, then gave him a toothy grin.

“Hi!” she chirped. She looked over her shoulder, “Ms. Tina! Mr. Luka is here!”

“Tell him to come in, please!” he could hear a woman’s voice call from inside. Tina must have been making dinner.

The smell of steamed vegetables hit his senses in just the right way, causing his stomach to growl a little. However as he took in a deep breath, Luka’s throat felt rather sore. Not wanting to assume the worst, he simply brushed it off as him having raised his voice a bit too much when he spoke with Vanessa. The conversation did get quite heated, after all--but with Vanessa, one could say that she was always chilling.

Bonnie motioned for him to come inside as she skipped into the living room herself. The home was comfortably warm, a welcome change from the cold, wet outside. She flopped back onto the floor right next to Harriet, who was lying on her stomach and holding a purple crayon in a crab-like vice grip. She looked up and smiled.

“Oh, hi, dad!” she kicked her legs up into the air and drew both arms to her chest, “Did it go okay with mom...?”

“Hey, kiddo.” Luka replied with a sigh. He didn’t reply at first, trying to think over his response. Standing in the door frame he shook his folded umbrella off over the porch, then placed it inside beside the door. He could feel Harriet’s eyes piercing into him.

“Sorry to say, it didn’t go so well,” he finally stated, his shoulders slumping significantly. His daughter was young, but he knew she was smart. There was no sense hiding it, but the look of disappointment on her face made him feel regret tweak at his heart.

Bonnie spoke up, “She didn’t use any of her,” the girl wiggled her fingers in a “mysterious” fashion, “Eeevil magic on you, did she?”

Blinking, Luka couldn’t help but smirk, “Oh, no... She didn’t!” he grinned, “But if she did,” he grabbed his umbrella and brandished it like a sword, droplets of water scattering about, “I would’ve fought her off!”

When the two girls giggled at his display, Luka relaxed a bit. For Harriet, laughter was a powerful tool in these harsh times. First and foremost, making her happy and keeping her healthy was his biggest goal.

Just as he set the umbrella back down, Bonnie’s caregiver, Tina, stepped into the living room. She gave Luka a warm smile, “Hey! It sure sounds like it’s coming down out there, did you manage to stay dry?”

“I’m mostly dry, but it started hailing on the way here!”

Tina blinked, her dark brown eyes wide, “Hail?” she asked in a doubtful tone, “This time of year?” she made way towards the still open door and peered through it. Her eyebrows rose in surprise, “Wow! Isn’t that something...” she squared her shoulders and placed her hands on her hips, “Well, I can’t let you walk home in that...”

“It surprised me, too,” Luka huffed, rubbing the back of his neck, “Would it be too much to wait it out here?”

“Not a problem at all!” she flashed Luka a bright smile, “I can add some more to the dinner if you’d like to stay! Once Honey gets here, we can have a nice, big meal!”

Closing the door, Luka shot a glance to his daughter, “What do you think?” he asked, having to clear his throat, “Wanna eat dinner here?” his throat was starting to feel worse. Was he suddenly coming down with a cold, or something?

The girl threw both arms into the air, nearly tossing her crayon in the process, “Yeah!! Ms. Tina’s food is the best!”

Tina laughed in a merry way, then started for the kitchen once more. She muttered quietly to herself as she thought about how many more vegetables to steam, how many patties to fry... However she stopped in her tracks when Luka gently flagged her down.

“Need any help?” he asked. There was a sudden weight on his shoulders, as if someone had put a thick blanket over him. Despite this, he didn’t want to impose on such a good friend, especially after she had so kindly watched his daughter!

The woman smiled brightly and gave a wave of her hand, “Oh no! It’s a real simple meal tonight, but it’ll be delicious all the same,” she motioned to the couch, “Why don’t you watch the girls? That’d be a mighty help.”

“S-sure,” he replied, clearing his throat again, “But can I,” he cleared his throat again, this time ending with a small coughing fit, “Mmh, can I get a glass of water?”

Concern creasing her brow, Tina replied, “Well sure... Are you alright?”

With slow and careful movements, Luka took a seat, “Hm... All of the sudden, I’m not...” he rubbed at his face, it was burning hot, “I’m not feeling so great...”

“Dad, your face is all red!” Harriet remarked in shock.

“Goodness, she’s right!” Tina leaned over him, gently placing her hands on his arm and back, “Maybe you should go home and rest up!”

Brow creasing, Luka rubbed his forehead with the base of his palm. He took a moment to answer, but eventually nodded. Going home would be best... If he was getting sick, he didn’t want to risk making anyone else ill.

“Okay, Bonnie,” Tina said with a clap of her hands, “Get your shoes on.” when Bonnie rushed to her room to grab a pair of socks, Tina turned back to Luka, “Don’t you worry, I’ll drive you over. It’s not far, but I don’t think you’re in any condition to walk there, especially in hail.”

Luka merely nodded in agreement, however he looked to Harriet, “Hey, kiddo... You wanna spend the night here...?”

She shook her head briskly, her ponytail slapping the side of her face, “No! I need to make sure you’re okay, dad!” she said firmly. She went to the door to grab her shoes. Well, looks like that was settled...

Once Bonnie and Harriet had gotten their shoes on, the four of them piled into Tina’s mini van, and were off.

Trying to keep himself awake, Luka attempted to make small talk, “So... How’s it been fostering Bonnie?” he asked.

Tina smiled, “It’s been going wonderfully, but...” she sighed as they reached a stop sign, “We’re nearing the end of the 13 month care...”

Luka gripped his seat belt with both hands, “Have you and Honey... Considered adopting her?” he asked in a hopeful tone

Smile faltering, Tina seemed to hesitate before easing on the brakes, “Yes, but... Getting the paperwork cleared has been a struggle. Honey and I haven’t had any luck...”

“Ah, sorry... Maybe I can help you clear things up a bit?” Luka offered. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes open.

“I’d appreciate that, and I’m sure Bonnie would, too!” Tina chimed with a toothy grin, “You need to put all that law studying to good use, huh?”

With the vehicle thoroughly pelted with hail, and a couple blocks later, they pulled into Luka’s drive. The father-daughter pair said their goodbyes and quickly retreated inside, however the hail was finally starting to subside. Now that they were home, it was time to get Harriet some supper.

Frankly, he wasn’t feeling very hungry himself, but one way or another he had to make sure that his daughter ate. He shambled into the kitchen and pried open the fridge--the seal was oddly tighter than usual--where he produced a frozen kid’s meal. Harriet stood in the door frame, watching him with worry in her eyes. She wrung her little hands nervously.

“Dad, I can make it myself!” she urged. She knew how to use the microwave...! It was just a little hard to know how many zeros to put on it when cooking something, and she often forgot to stir it halfway through... But she didn’t mind eating it a little cold! Honest!

Luka pulled a knife from the drawer and started poking holes into the film. He glanced over his shoulder with a weak smile, “Don’t worry about it, kiddo.” he said with a low voice. Using his head, he motioned for her to go to the bathroom, “Why don’t you kick off your shoes and wash your hands?”

Hesitating, Harriet bit her lower lip. She didn’t want to leave her dad alone... But if she was quick about it, then it wouldn’t be a problem! Maybe she could even grab her stool from the bathroom so she could reach the microwave buttons, and kitchen sink. Then she could make her dad a meal, too! The girl rushed deeper into the house without another word.

In the bathroom, Harriet made quick work of washing her hands, knocking over the soap bottle in the process of dispensing some of the foam onto her hands. She’d pick it up later! As she rushed to rinse her hands, she noticed her dear owl plush, Professor Popcorn, sitting by the sink. She had to rinse off his dear little beak this morning, and she must have left him there when she heard she was going to visit Bonnie.

Wringing her hands dry on a towel, she picked him up carefully, “Professor!” she cried, “Dad’s feeling sick, what do we do?”

She tried to imitate the voice her father would use when speaking for the owl by making her voice sound deeper, “Hm, I say that a hot bowl of soup will fix him right up!” she waved the plush around gently to make it look like he was talking.

“You’re right, Professor Popcorn!” Harriet confirmed with a nod, “Dad loves chicken soup, and we got a can of it! I can heat it up in the microwave!”

“I’ll help you read the instructions!” she had the professor conclude, manipulating his wing to adjust his glasses.

Meanwhile, Luka’s time was starting to get harder. His vision was getting hazy, his head was spinning, and his entire body felt sore. Dark splotches obscured his vision, and it almost looked as though his own arms were starting to turn dark.

Rubbing at his forehead with his knuckles, there was a loud clatter as the knife tumbled out of his hands and fell to the floor. Thankfully it didn’t land anywhere near his foot, however it was curious; he had a tight grip on that between his finger and thumb.

Pain snaked its way through his body as he leaned over to pick it up, causing him to grit his teeth and close his eyes tightly. He froze in place, one hand pressed against the counter top as one reached for the ground. Sweat began to pour from his brow in droves, drip, drip dripping onto his arm and the floor. At that point he had dared to open his eyes, and his stomach did a back-flip when he saw the state of his hand.

It... Wasn’t his hand anymore, or at least, it didn’t look like his hand. It had been replaced with a paw-like two-fingered hand that was a deep shade of purple. Said purple was slithering up his arm with snake-like tendrils. Losing his grip on the counter, Luka only managed to gasp as he fell roughly onto his knees. He looked to his right hand, which was much the same--thumbless and purple. No wonder he had dropped the knife! The purple substance had reached well past his elbow there.

The lights above flickered as fear struck his heart. With clumsy movements he tried to manipulate his new “hands” to try and scrape and push the purple stuff off of him, but all that succeeded in was sending droplets of purple onto the tiled floor. His arms remained unchanged, and the color only seemed to pick up the pace as it soon reached his shoulder and crept up his neck.

Bowling over as pain overtook him, Luka wrapped both arms around his stomach and pressed his forehead against the now-damp floor. His jaw was locked open, his eyes were as wide as saucers, and his vision was filled with a golden light as tears streamed from them.

Fabric ripped and shredded as his form shifted and grew. The lights buzzed as they flickered wildly. A mane sprouted from his neck, ripping and tearing his shirt further. It didn’t take long for his entire body to be shrouded in the purple tone. Finally, when his legs began to twist together, Luka let out a scream.

The kitchen lights burst. The house was shrouded in darkness.

When the lights began to flicker, Harriet clutched Professor Popcorn close to her chest, gasping in fear. She hated it when the power went out! She closed her eyes as the lights buzzed.

“D-dad?!” she cried. That was when she heard his scream, and her heart fluttered. She yelped when the lights went out, and without thinking about it she jumped from her stool and rushed into the hallway. However her pace slowed, her hand gently guiding her along the hall when she heard an inhuman panting from in the kitchen.

It sounded like there was some kind of monster in there... But monsters weren’t real, right? Dad always told her that she had nothing to be afraid of under her bed or in her closet... So the only thing that should be in the kitchen was her dad....

Right?

She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. Her heart was pounding in her ears, and every fiber in her body was telling her to run away, to hide under her bed until the power came on, or her dad coaxed her out... But despite her wanting to scream at her legs to stop, they carried her all the way to the kitchen door.

The house was dark, but there was just enough light for Harriet to see. In the kitchen, however, it was as if something had absorbed all of the light. It was pitch black, and she couldn’t make anything out--even the window had turned black.

Harriet fought back her tears. She was so frightened that she could barely speak, but she just had to make sure her father was ok. She finally managed to speak up again with a squeak, “Dad...?”

Something in the darkness moved. She could hear it shuffling about. Slithering around like a giant snake. Her grip around her plush tightened, and her heart nearly sprung into her mouth. A set of bright, golden eyes appeared in the darkness, illuminating a bit of the kitchen with yellow light. She could just make out the shape of the eye’s owner--big and purple, with a scruffy-looking mane. It had a long, long body, and two arms that propped it up.

Around it were scraps of clothes and little puddles of a dark liquid. In the dim light she couldn’t tell what color those were, but her imagination quickly filled in the blanks--blood.

It was blood. It was her father’s blood. Whatever monster this was had ripped her dad to ribbons and ate him, leaving nothing but his shredded clothing behind.

Harriet’s mouth dropped open, but nothing escaped her throat but air. Tears were streaming from her eyes. The monster opened its own mouth, revealing its wicked, sharp fangs. More golden light spilled out into the kitchen from the beast’s maw. Its breathing was raspy. It shuffled about and moved its mouth as if trying to speak.

“Ha... Harri....” it croaked. It almost sounded like her father. Chills washed through the girl’s tiny body, and her hairs stood on end, “Ha.. rriet...” oh peck, it knew her name!

It reached out to her with inhuman fingers. Frozen in place, Harriet hadn’t a single clue what to do. Her legs continued to refuse to listen to her--now that she wanted to move, they were suddenly cemented to the carpet. She whimpered pathetically.

Hot fingers brushed against her cheek, the tips of claws gently caressing her face. Harriet inhaled. Then she shrieked. As loud as she could she screamed bloody murder, and the monster shrank back in shock. Her legs finally listened to her, and she bolted for the door, which she flung open and didn’t think to close behind her.

“W... Wai... Wait!!” the monster called. But it fell on deaf ears.

Not only did Luka’s body ache, but his heart did, too. He never wanted to frighten his daughter, he never wanted to make her feel unsafe or in danger. But now, it almost seemed as though he had no choice. Whatever form he had taken on mortified the poor child, and now she was running into the late evening streets, completely unprotected.

He had to go after her. He had to make sure she was safe, and he had to let her know that her dad was still here, despite not looking the same anymore. He attempted to push himself upright, however he quickly realized that he no longer had legs. When they had twisted together in such a painful manner, they had fused together to make one long tail. There was no way he could chase after her like this!

He’d just have to drag himself, then. With his arms he began to haul himself past the tile, over the carpet, and through the door. As he lowered himself off of the porch, he realized that his body was remarkably light. He had no issue dragging himself across the ground, and now that he was on the stairs, he felt as though he were...

Floating?! He could float? There wasn’t any time to question it... He’d just have to take it as a blessing in disguise and hope that he could use it to his advantage. He pushed himself off of the ground, and much to his surprise, he remained in the air. Twisting his body this way and that like a snake, he quickly found that this mode of transportation was much faster than crawling around like a newborn. As he got the hang of it, he could pick up the pace.

Man, he hoped no one would see him like this...

Rounding the corner, Luka looked this way and that until he caught a glimpse of Harriet, who was bolting down the sidewalk towards the park. He gasped, “Harriet!” his voice boomed. It echoed and carried throughout the subdivision, causing a few dogs to start barking in shock. Even Harriet was surprised, and she tripped over her own feet and smacked into the pavement.

Luka clapped a hand over his mouth. Goodness, did his voice carry! He was sure to be seen now. Before he could catch up to her, his daughter had picked herself up and was running with new strength across the road to the park. Her beloved owl doll lay limp on the cracked pavement.

“W-wait, please, wait!” Luka called, pathetically trying to moderate his voice, “Hatty, please!” he hoped that the fond nickname would cause her to pause, but she kept on running. If he could have seen her face, he would have noted that her eyes were screwed shut. Thank goodness no cars were coming...

Making haste to pick up the doll, Luka was hot on Harriet’s tail. He could hear a few people poking out of their houses nearby, which only made him speed up. He quickly hopped over the brick wall and started his search for Harriet, looking in, around and under anything that she could have been inside of.

Finally, he found her huddled in the corner of one wall, concealed by a bush coated in flowers. She was shaking like a leaf and trying her hardest to hold back terrified sobs. Coiling himself inside the bush, he hoped that it would be enough to hide himself as he tried to console his daughter.

“Harriet?” he cooed. His voice was still too loud, even as he tried to whisper. It didn’t sound right, “Harriet, it’s me--it’s...”

She pushed herself further into the corner, turning her head towards the wall. She sobbed quietly, and Luka’s lower lip trembled.

“Sweetheart, please--please don’t be...”

This time Harriet sobbed louder, hiccuping into her knees. Luka shrank back a little looking at his empty hand. Could he really console her like this? When he looked and sounded like a monster? He then looked to the plush he held in his right hand. Professor Popcorn... Maybe this could help.

Holding the owl out, Luka tried to hide his face behind the plush as he put on the special voice he always used for the dear old professor, “H-hey there, kiddo! It’s me, Professor Popcorn!” the owl waved his little wing, and Harriet lifted her head. Luka dared to crack a weak smile, “I know things are really scary right now... But I just want ya to know that everything’s gonna be O-KAY!”

Harriet turned, staring intently at the doll. The way he moved, the way he spoke... It was exactly like how her dad would talk when they played together. Sure, his voice sounded a little... Scary, but the tone, the inflections... They were all the same.

“And that I love you...” Luka’s voice started to seep into Professor Popcorn’s, “Very, very much...”

Harriet dared to look up. Through the branches and leaves she could make out the monster’s face, his eyes glowing faintly. As he took on a gentle expression and leaned forward, she could almost see her father’s face in its features...

“... Y-you... Dropped him while you were running...” Luka continued, “I know how much you hate it when his beak gets dirty.”

Tears were spilling from her eyes again, and she shuffled about anxiously. Was it? Could it be?! Her eyes darted up and down his body, doubts still sprouting in her mind. But all the same, she wanted to believe it. She wanted it to be true, because it was an awful lot better than her dad being gone.

“Da... aad??” she hiccuped. Luka smiled weakly and nodded. With a loud sob she jumped into his arms, pressing her face into his scruffy-looking purple mane, which was surprisingly soft. She buried her nose into it, drinking in his smell. He looked different, he sounded different, but now she knew, this was her dad.

Wrapping his hands around her tiny frame, he gently rubbed the back of her head, whispering into her ear, “Shhh... It’s okay, it’s okay...” he took in a shaky breath, “I’m still here, dad’s still here...”

Harriet continued to sob. She must have been so frightened. Guilt stung at his chest, knowing that he was the cause of her terror... However he nearly jumped when she started to spurt out apologies. He backed away, his brow creased.

“What are you apologizing for?”

Wiping her eyes on her sleeve, Harriet hiccuped again and sniffled, “I... I thought you were a m-monster,” she replied, “An... And you ate my dad... I ha-hated you for a little bit...”

Carefully cradling her shoulders in his hands, Luka shook his head, “No no, you have nothing to be sorry for, Hatty. I... I’d be scared, too.” with one finger he wiped away a tear, “But you know, you’re very brave,” he added, “You looked me in the face now, and realized I wasn’t a monster.”

A little smile appeared on Harriet’s lips as she continued to sniffle, “E-even if you look like a monster,” she whispered, “I... I still love you, dad.”

Scooping up into his arms, Luka gave his daughter a tight squeeze. There was some relief that washed over him, knowing that his daughter still loved him despite all of this, however worry had started to snake its way into his mind. How was he going to care for her when he looked like this? He hadn’t even seen his own reflection yet, but considering how Harriet reacted, he wouldn’t be able to even face his best of friends...

Suddenly, there was a jab at his lower end, as if someone had prodded him with a stick. Crap, he had been seen! Tensing up, the length of his body coiled tighter as he held Harriet closer to his chest, protecting her from sight and harm with his torso. He must not have concealed himself enough. Curse this snake-like body!

“A-alright!” a man’s voice demanded, “Come out, y-you... Beast!”

Luka’s body went cold. What was he to do now?! Fear had pooled in Harriet’s eyes once again, and she clung to his mane as tightly as she could. He could feel her little body trembling.

“Come out or I’ll shoot!”

He realized he didn’t have a choice. He popped out from the bush, scattering leaves and flower petals everywhere. A group of ten or eleven adults had gathered, a few of them with children who were cowering behind their legs and clinging to their pant legs. The group gasped audibly, backing away as they erupted into distress.

“Oh gosh, it’s got a kid!” one shrieked. This caused a few screams within the group, and Harriet to try and hide.

“SOMEBODY CALL THE POLICE!”

“No, get animal control!”

“Roger, just SHOOT the thing, already!!”

The man in front, who was holding a hunter’s gun, was quite literally shaking in his boots. He aimed his weapon, but his moment of hesitation gave Luka enough time to react. He wanted a distraction, a diversion of some kind, and when he screwed his eyes shut he somehow willed it to be. The area was suddenly plunged into darkness as if the sun had been blotted out. Both his daughter and the group screamed, but it was more than enough of a distraction as he leaped over the brick wall and flew off in search of a proper hiding spot.

The two emerged from the darkness as if it were a bubble. Blinking rapidly, Harriet peered over her father’s shoulder, finding it curious that the darkness was in such a concentrated area.

“D-did you do that?” she squeaked.

Glancing over his shoulder, Luka was equally surprised at what he had done. Frankly, he didn’t want to even think about it, “I-I guess so...” he replied. He dreaded the idea that powers came with this monstrous form, but as he lifted them above the treetops in hopes that they’d look like a bird or lost kite, he realized that his say didn’t matter.

Harriet continued to grip his mane for security, her eyes drifting to the land below, “Uh... We’re getting kinda high...”

“Sorry, I don’t want them to catch us,” he glanced at his daughter, “Is it too high?” he tightened his arms around her.

“N-no... I kinda like it.” she admitted. She fell silent for a few moments more, watching the city go by beneath them. She eventually asked, “Where are we going?”

Luka bit his lower lip, “Not sure... Somewhere to hide until the neighborhood calms down.”

“Um... Why not that old movie theater they closed down?” she suggested, “That should be big enough.”

“That sounds good.” Luka whispered in reply. It’d have to do for now, seeing he could sneak in through one of the doors. Or at the very least, they alleyway would suffice as a hiding place.

Locating the old movie theater, Luka had to squeeeeeze his way into the alleyway, between the brick walls. Was it just him, or had he gotten larger? He felt so big and obvious already! There was no way he’d be able to fit inside the theater like this, so he just hoped no one would be coming into the alleyway, especially this late.

He lowered Harriet to the ground, “We’ll stay here for a while...” he whispered.

“Dad, we’ve gotta get some help!” Harriet cried, however she tried keeping her voice down, “We need to find someone who can turn you back to normal!”

Luka’s tail twisted itself into knots, and his expression turned dour, “I don’t know anyone that can fix this,” he sighed, looking at his hands, “And going out now, with everyone in a tizzy about a monster... That’d be asking for trouble.”

“What about Ms. Tina and Honey?” Harriet persisted, “They might be able to help! They’ve got a real big basement you can hide in!” she threw her arms in the air to demonstrate.

“Harriet...” he placed a paw on the top of her head, “... No, I’m sorry. I need to lay low for a while. At least let things calm down. It’s hard telling if anyone would believe me.”

“Bonnie would...” she pouted in reply.

Heaving a sigh Luka paused to think, placing his free hand to where his chin would have normally been. If he was going to be laying low for a time, he couldn’t keep Harriet with him, now could he?

If anyone found out that he was a monster, there would be no chance of him being able to keep Harriet’s custody. After such a long and difficult battle, that made his stomach churn. The idea of Harriet falling into foster care, or even worse, falling into the custody of Vanessa, made his stomach do back flips. What was the best option here? His expression grew grim, a frown etching itself deeper and deeper into his dark features.

“You okay, dad?”

“Hey,” he spoke up, “Why don’t I drop you off at Tina’s house? She and Honey can take care of you for a while.” he paused, “Until I can get this all sorted.”

“What?!” the girl exclaimed, her eyes widening, “No! No way!” she pushed her father’s paw off her head and pressed her hands against his chest, “I’m staying with you!”

“Harriet--”

“I don’t want to leave you!” her fingers wrapped around his fur, “And, and--you’d be lonely without me!” tears welled in her big blue eyes again, “You need someone to scout for you, to see if there are people around! What if something happened, and I never saw you again?!” the tears spilled over her cheeks and down her chin.

“Hey, hey...” Luka cooed, placing his all-too-massive paws on her shoulders, “Okay... Okay, you can stay with me...” he hoped that he wouldn’t regret that decision.

Smiling, Harriet wiped her tears away, “Mean it?”

“Yeah.” Luka nodded, “I mean it.”

Lying on the ground, Luka allowed Harriet to climb into his crossed arms. They remained silent for a time as he waited for enough time to pass. He wondered if anyone would be checking out their house. He certainly hoped not, but he could imagine that most of his neighbors would recognize Harriet as the “hat kid from down the street” without much problem. He sighed.

Harriet’s stomach growled, “Dad,” she gently tugged at a tuft of fur, “I’m hungry.”

Lifting his head, Luka frowned. Shoot, he didn’t finish making her that frozen meal, did he? And he didn’t have his wallet, either, “Ah, sorry kiddo... You’ll have to wait a couple more minutes before we can try to go home.”

“Hm...” her little face scrunched up in thought, “Oh, I know! There’s a restaurant nearby, I think! I can dig out some food from the trash!” before her father could object, she jumped out of his arms and ran off.

With a quick motion, Luka grabbed her by the back of her shirt and lifted her in the air, “Oooh, no you don’t, kiddo!” she squirmed a little but quickly gave up, “I’m not letting you get a stomach bug, or eat a rat or something.” he couldn’t help but chuckle.

Folding her arms over her chest, Harriet pouted, “Aw... What if I wanted to eat a rat?”

Lifting himself into the air, he plopped her back into his arms, “Well, you’re not gonna.” he glanced to the sky, which had gone completely dark, “It ought to be late enough for everyone to go back home...” . At least he’d be able to hide fairly well in the dark of the night.

There were a number of police cars around the neighborhood. Luka’s body had gone cold again, not wanting to think about what would happen if one of them spotted him. Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath, and then slid across the subdivision, keeping low to the ground and hiding in any shadows he could find. He crawled over fences, through backyards, and around houses until they finally reached their destination.

Their house was still pitch dark. A few police cars had just pulled away from the front--had they investigated the home? Luka chewed on his cheek, hoping that they had gotten everything they needed by now and were all gone.

“Dad,” Harriet whispered, “There are people in the front, how will we get in?”

Eyes drifting along the back wall, he decided that they’d just have to break in. How odd was that? Breaking into your own house... Well, it had to be done. Hovering to the windows, he attempted to peer inside of one, however his glowing eyes were all that reflected back at him. He scoffed in disgust.

“You ok?” Harriet asked.

“Hey, can you do me a favor?” he asked. When she nodded, he held her up to the window, “Take a look inside, and let me know if you see anyone.”

Cupping her hands around her eyes, Harriet looked through the window with a scrutinizing stare, “All clear!” she said. The pair repeated this process a few more times until they eventually concluded that the house was empty. What a relief!

“Okay, hold onto me,” Luka said. Once Harriet’s arms were wrapped around him, he located her room’s window, and pried his fingers underneath the frame. It took a bit of work, but he eventually managed to pry it open with a loud grunt, “Okay, go inside, and get your clothes.”

Harriet frowned, “We can’t say here anymore...?”

Drooping a bit, Luka shook his head, “Sorry... We can’t. Not with everyone suspicious of it, now.”

Despite her feelings, she complied and crawled through the window. As she went to find her suitcase, she turned to the window, “Can you help me...?” she asked.

Narrowing his eyes, Luka wasn’t sure he’d fit in her room, let alone through the window. But, he’d give it a shot. Pressing his head through the window, he found it to be quite the tight squeeze, but after a few attempts, he managed to get inside, knocking over a lamp in the process. The bulb shattered upon impact with the ground.

“Oh!” Harriet cried. Realizing she rose her voice a bit too much, she shrank back a little and lowered her voice, “Did you get smaller?” she asked. It wasn’t a significant change by any means--he was still massive--but he fit in her little room better than he did the alleyway.

“I don’t know,” Luka shrugged with a furrowed brow. Picking the lamp off the ground, he didn’t really know what to make of this. But there was no time to dwell on it! They had clothes and food to pack!

Harriet passed her favorite outfits over to her father, who carefully folded them into a purple-colored suitcase. A tight fit, but Harriet managed to find space for a few toys by cramming them in the pockets. They grabbed her back pack, dumping Harriet’s kindergarten books unceremoniously onto the floor. With a larger duffel bag in tow, the pair went into the kitchen to pack more supplies.

Harriet’s bag was filled with the lighter supplies--money, bandages, Luka’s phone, a lighter, and a number of other necessities. As he took a few items, such as bandages, from the bathroom, that was when he finally got a good look at himself in the mirror. He stared at his reflection blankly at first, then his expression twisted into one of disgust. He turned away, not wanting to look at it any longer.

Back in the kitchen, the duffel bag was filled with whatever non-perishable foods Luka could find, as well as a pot or two. He double-checked everything in the bags, then slung the duffel over what shoulders he had. He had to tighten the strap to make sure it stayed in place.

Luka couldn’t think of anything else to pack, especially anything that wouldn’t weigh them down too much. He was certain that he’d think of more on their way out of the city, but at this point it was best to just get the both of them to someplace safe.

With everything in tow, Luka scooped Harriet into his arms, and slipped into the night, his sleek purple body blending perfectly in the dark. As he rose into the air, he ran a few options in his head; where they could hide, where they could find shelter, where they could get food... It was going to be terribly difficult for his little daughter, and he so desperately wished that he could have simply left her with a trusted friend instead.

Harriet spoke up when they were high enough to soar over buildings, pulling him from his thoughts, “Hey... Dad?”

“What’s up, kiddo?”

“... Do you think mom was the one that did this to you?”

Luka fell silent, his tail jerking a bit. It was odd; until now, that hadn’t even crossed his mind. But as his stomach churned, he could only conclude that it was true. The drink Vanessa offered him, the sick feeling he got after leaving the restaurant, the horrific transformation. It all added up. Narrowing his eyes, he frowned deeply.

Five years later, Vanessa was just as petty as when Harriet was born.

“You know, I think you’re right.” he finally sighed, “Somehow I don’t think she’d be very willing to reverse it. For now, let’s just... Get somewhere safe.”

A pang of guilt flashed in Harriet’s eyes as she gently placed her hand against her father’s chest. She slowly nodded in reply, her shoulders slumping ever so slightly.

Solemnly and in silence, the pair flew to the horizon, uncertainty following them like a storm cloud.

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The Beginning of a Legacy: Chapter 3

Chapter 3

John smiled sadly as he watched Jack run around the room getting everything set up for supper. What a good little boy he had, so willing to get everything ready while John was out hunting for the town. Jack grinned happily at him when he was finished, rocking back and forth on his feet like a proper seven year old. It was the moment of truth and John was stalling. He really didn’t want to talk to Jack about this but he had to. Jack deserved to know what was going on.

“I got supper for us,” Jack said. “I figured you’d be really tired after hunting all day.”

John sighed as he walked forward and took Jack’s hand. “We need to talk, Jack,” he said.

“No we don’t!” Jack shouted and tugged hard on his hand. “Daddy, we’re fine! Let’s just have supper! I’m so hungry!”

“Jack,” John sat down on the bed and pulled his son between his knees. “I’m leaving.”

Tears sprang immediately to Jack’s eyes, but he tried to smile. “No you aren’t. Ham was lying. He really not a good liar.”

“Jack, it’s okay to be upset,” John soothed. “But lying to yourself about the situation won’t make it better. I’m leaving very soon and I want you to be ready for that.”

Jack looked away and sniffled. Tears started falling down his face and he lunged at John, beating his fists angrily against John’s chest. It surprised him for a moment, long enough for Jack to wind up for another round of punching. John grabbed Jack’s elbows and locked his arms across each other, keeping his son from hitting him again. It didn’t hurt, but he didn’t want his son to get in the habit of striking others when he was scared, upset, or angry.

“Jonathan Hope Morrison,” John said sternly as Jack sobbed. “We use our words to express our feelings, not our fists. I can’t help you if you don’t talk.”

“I don’t want you to leave!” Jack shrieked. “You’re going to leave me all alone! Just like Momma did!”

“Ssh,” John soothed as he pulled Jack close. “I’m not going to leave like Momma did. I can promise you that.”

John tried his best not to think about Sarah too much. They had been going through a divorce when she died in a car accident. Part of him had been relieved when she died and he’d felt guilty once he had his boots back on American soil and he saw his son in person for the first time. There had been his son, left to mourn his dead mother all by himself while John was sighing in relief over not getting nasty calls from her lawyer in the dead of night anymore.

His son had been the main sticking point of the entire fight. Sarah hadn’t wanted to give him any rights to Jack, claiming he was an unfit father. Her reasoning was that he was too dedicated to his job and barely spent any time with his son. Forgetting the fact that John had been deployed at the time, it was damn near impossible to hop a plane out of the middle of nowhere at any given time to zip home for any occasion. John was providing for his family with his deployments and video-chatted with his son whenever he could. He wasn’t being purposefully neglectful; it just happened that way.

John had more than proved that he was a competent father and caregiver. He just wished it hadn’t been forced about in such a tragic way. He believed he could have saved his marriage if he hadn’t gotten the orders to spend more time in the ass end of Korea. He’d never know and maybe that was for the best.

“People go to war and die,” Jack whispered.

“Jack, I’m going to be honest with you,” John said as he held Jack by the hips, “I would die a thousand times if it meant giving you a better life. You are my world, Jack. If keeping you safe means that I have to go overseas and fight omnics, I’ll do it.” He brushed his thumb over Jack’s tear-stained cheek and smiled. “Nothing is too much for you, Jack.”

“You will come back,” Jack glared at him.

“I can’t promise that, Jack,” he murmured. “That’s a promise I never want to break. But,” he reached up and pulled his dog-tags off, holding them in his hand, “I want you to have these.”

Jack frowned as he picked the tags up. “Dad? What are these?” he asked.

“Dog-tags,” John smiled. “Every soldier’s issued them. It helps to identify the bodies of those that fell in battle.”

“But you need them! I can’t keep them!”

“They’re probably going to issue me new ones to go with this position I’m accepting,” John chuckled and kissed Jack’s forehead. “You keep them close to you, Jack. I know they’ll help keep you safe.”

Jack held the dog-tags close before he slipped them over his neck. “Okay,” he murmured. “I love you, Dad. Please come home safe.”

“I will try,” he promised as he hugged him close. “Now, let’s have supper.”

“I can’t believe yer abandoning us,” Katie hissed.

“I ain’t,” Joel growled as he packed a few more clothes into his bag. “I’m goin’ to war.”

“There’s a difference?” she demanded.

“Yes, there is,” he snapped. “Fer fuck sakes, stop tryin’ to make me out to be the bad guy in fronna our kids.”

“Yer the one leavin’, not me,” she snapped back.

Joel had never wanted to strike Katie before, but in that moment it would have been nice to knock her on her ass and remind her who the fuck she was talking to. She seemed to think he was some puppy-dog that she could kick and expect to come running right back to her. He was a coiled rattler giving all the warning signs to back off and she was still prodding him with a stick. He couldn’t stand being pushed around and Katie was the last person that should have been trying. She knew what he was capable of and the fact that she kept pushing was infuriating.

“You tell yerself whatever you want to feel better,” he said as he hoisted his bag onto his shoulder, “but don’t you fuckin’ dare lie to the kids. They’re way smarter than you give them credit and won’t take bein’ lied to.”

She glared at him as he brushed past her. His kids were waiting for him on the other side of the door, smiling nervously as he stepped out. He walked over to them and hugged all three of them close, kissing over their foreheads.

“You help yer Ma, ya hear?” he said sternly. “You do what she says and you stay outta trouble. Don’t wanna come back and find out y’all were little shits while I was gone.”

“I promise,” Tommy whispered before he hugged Joel tightly. “Come home safe.”

“I will,” Joel soothed as he got to his feet.

Vanessa clung to his hand the whole way out to the yard. Tommy was carrying Jesse, tears streaming down his face as he sniffled loudly. Katie didn’t follow. He wasn’t at all surprised. She was going to milk this for all she was worth. Bitch.

Joel headed for the crowd surrounding the convoy ready to head out of Haven. Tears were flowing freely as sons and daughters were kissed good-bye. Everyone parted around Joel, patting his shoulders and arms when they could. He nodded to the familiar faces before he stepped up to John and smiled.

John was comforting Jack, hugging his son close as he sobbed. Tammy was dabbing at her eyes, promising that she would take good care of Jack while he was gone. Vanessa let go of Joel’s hand to hug Jack around the chest, petting his hair as he turned to hug her in return. She comforted him, whispering that they were going to be alright, and Jack nodded and whimpered that he knew that.

“Take care, Tammy,” Joel said as he pulled her close and kissed her forehead. “You look after yerself, ya hear?”

“You too, Joel,” she smiled at him. “And keep an eye on John’s back. We both know he’d be lost without someone keeping an eye on him.”

“Don’t I know it,” Joel smiled before he gave his kids one more good-bye hug and kiss.

The soldiers that were leaving climbed up into the back of the canvas covered vehicles and waved as they drove out of Haven. Vanessa, Tommy, and Jack were at the front of the crowd. Jack was holding tightly onto Vanessa’s hand, waving furiously as they both cried. Joel could see Vanessa straining to pull free of Jack’s grip, but those three years he had on her were enough to keep her still.

They drove out through the gates and the crowd faded from sight. John reached out and removed the canvas from the hooks keeping the back open, letting them fall to hide the sight of the dwindling gates. Joel settled back in his seat and looked at his boots to avoid making eye-contact with the other people in the truck.

None of them were talking eagerly about what was coming. They’d seen too much in their short lives to naively think that war was a game. One of the young scouts shifted in her seat and leaned forward, chewing on her lip.

“Sir?” Laura asked, addressing John. “I know it’s probably callous to ask, but what do you think our chances of survival are?”

John turned to look at her and was silent for a long time. No one else said a word as John weighed his words carefully.

“You have a fifty-fifty chance of getting out of this war alive,” he said finally. “You’re either going to die or you’re going to live. There’s really nothing else to be said about that.”

A soft chuckle rolled through the truck. Joel nodded his head in approval as he reached up to adjust his hat. John looked at each one of them and smiled.

“You can believe that I’ll do my best to get you all home safely,” he said. “I’ve never been one to throw the lives of my team away carelessly to achieve an objective. I’ll do everything in my power to keep you alive. All you have to do is watch your ass and the ass of the people around you.”

“Understood, sir,” Laura smiled and saluted.

Joel let out a snort of amusement before he pulled his hat down over his face. “Wake me if somethin’ interestin’ happens.”

He settled back against the canvas and crossed his ankles over each other. The crunch of twigs and leaves under the tires of the convoy lulled him to sleep.

“I miss Pa,” Vanessa murmured.

“He’s only been gone a few hours,” Tommy smiled. “He’ll be back before you know it. Everyone says that Uncle John’ll end this war really fast.”

“I really miss him though,” Vanessa shook her head. “I want him back.”

“Me too,” Tommy said as he hugged her. “But it’ll be okay. We have each other, so Pa doesn’t have to worry about us.”

Vanessa nodded and swung her legs from the ledge they were dangling over. Technically, they weren’t supposed to be up there since it was only supposed to be the guards patrolling Haven’s boarder, but they didn’t say anything today. All the guards understood that the kids of those that left were really upset and needed to be up higher to feel safe.

Tommy pulled her into a hug and rubbed over her arms. She snuggled into his side and smiled, enjoying how close he was. They stayed up on the walkway for a little while longer just being quiet, but they knew they had to go home. It would be suppertime soon and Ma would be angry if they were late.

They climbed down from the walkway and headed for the bunks, nodding and waving to the people that greeted them. Vanessa liked living in such a small community; everyone knew each other and it wasn’t considered weird to be over at someone’s house for supper even if she barely knew them. Tommy said that life in Santa Fe had been very different, that you didn’t talk to strangers because they might hurt you. She was glad that it wasn’t the case here.

“Ma, we’re home,” Tommy called as he entered their bunk. “Dinner smells good.”

Dinner smelt bland, actually. Had Ma forgotten to use spices or something? She was always going on and on about how great Puerto Rican cooking was and how Pa should let her cook more often. Why did it smell like she hadn’t even tried?

“Where were you two?” Ma demanded as they trotted into the dining room and kitchen and living room.

“Up on the walkway,” Tommy shrugged. “Needed to be somewhere high.”

“Uh huh,” Vanessa agreed as she moved towards her seat. “We were talking about how we missed Pa. It’s okay to be really lonely now that he’s gone.”

“You should just forget about him; he’s not coming back,” Ma snapped as she set what looked like a chunk of roast on the table. “He left us.”

“No he didn’t!” Vanessa blinked at her in confusion. “He left with Uncle John. He’ll come back, he promised!”

“Your Pa is good at breaking promises,” Ma growled. “Just forget about him, Vanessa. He’s already forgotten about you.”

“That’s not true!”

Vanessa screamed as Ma slapped her across the face. Tommy shouted and took a step forward, but backed off as Ma turned the tip of her carving knife at him. Vanessa whimpered as she held her cheek, staring at her mother in confusion. She’d been tapped on the mouth and bottom before lots of times when she had been bad; Pa made sure they knew why too; but she had never been slapped.

“Don’t you talk back to me,” Ma said as she rounded on Vanessa. “Bad little girls talk back to their Mas. Are you a bad girl, Vanessa?”

“No,” Vanessa whimpered. “I’m sorry.”

“Good,” Ma smiled. “Now sit at the table.”

“I’m not hungry anymore,” Vanessa whispered as she backed up. “I’m going to bed.”

“Vanessa, sit at the table or I’ll paddle your backside,” Ma warned. “There will be no more disrespect in this house, do you hear me? Your Pa has been a horrible parent to you.”

“Pa never slapped me!” Vanessa shouted. “You hurt me!”

“I’ll do worse if you don’t stop talking back to me,” Ma’s eyes narrowed. “Yer my daughter and it’s high time I started teaching you how to be a proper little girl. Now sit at the table and eat your supper.”

Vanessa felt tears building in her eyes as she stepped away. She shook her head and bolted for the bedroom, locking it firmly behind her. She could hear her Ma shouted furiously at her through the door, but she ignored her. She climbed into her bed and pulled her pillow down over her ears, whimpering as Ma pounded on the door.

Her stomach growled long after Ma shouted that she wouldn’t be eating anything for a long time. She missed Pa so much; he’d never do that to her. He always encouraged her to speak her mind, but he didn’t like being insulted. He wouldn’t have tapped her mouth over something like that though; he’d just give her the dread Glare and she’d know that she had to apologize and think about what she’d said. He only tapped her mouth if she swore or said something really mean to her brother and he’d tell her that wasn’t how she talked to her siblings. She’d get a tap on the butt too if she got too rough during play with Jesse. It was usually just a quick cuff on the bottom and an order to be gentle. He’d never slapped her across the face; he’d never slapped Tommy across the face either.

She didn’t understand why Ma had slapped her. She didn’t understand why Ma thought Pa had abandoned them. He was out fighting a war. He’d come back when he was done. He promised and Pa never broke his promises.

“Hey,” Tommy whispered as he knocked on the door. “Van, can ya let me in? Supper was terrible, but I got yer share nice and safe for ya.”

Vanessa got up and unlocked the door, letting her big brother into her room. She sniffled and rubbed at her nose as he closed the door behind him. He set the plate of food down on the nightstand before turning around to hug her close.

“Ma’s wrong,” he said softly. “About everythin’. Pa’s comin’ back and ya weren’t bad. I love you, Van. I love you so much. Please don’t cry anymore.”

“I want Pa home now,” she whispered. “Ma’d never hit us if he were here.”

“Yer right,” Tommy whispered. “So we just have to be careful. Ma ain’t got any right to hit ya. So I’m gunna look after ya, kay?”

“Okay, Tommy,” she smiled and rubbed at her cheek. “I love you.”

Tommy smiled before easily picking her up and setting her on her bed. He playfully tried to feed her supper, using the same method that Pa used on Jesse to get him to eat when he was little. She giggled, making sure to keep her voice down so Ma didn’t hear and played along. She’d be okay if Tommy was watching her back.

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