For What If Means

His mouth opened like a creaky door and faint noises were emitted sounding more like a puppy than human, he started in a daze before dropping to his knees, he knelt before his step mother her clothes intertwined with her flesh dyeing her blood black, her face remained intact however her jaw fell upon her shoulder.

he couldn't bare to move an inch his mind drew blanks and his ears rung, his eyes were stained with this image whether closed them or not, a dark silhouette of a figure stood within the reachable distant, he walked a meticulous walk as he grew larger, he stood before the man, his feet deeply entrenched within the damp meat Luke's stepmother, He picked up his foot and swiped it off with a white glove, it flew towards a wall slapping it with ferocity, it made its descent downwards before echoing a similar melody.

The figure scoffed, he furrowed his eyebrows and drew an arch with his lips, from ear to ear the curvature of a line grew deeper, his teeth shine brightly before disappearing.

In the far distant ambulances rang their sweet song, it drew closer with each decibel.

...

luke awoke to awoke from his dream like daze to find himself being holstered into a tent, it bared a plain interior with several mattresses strung across the floor indiscriminately, he widened his eyes further seeing a woman dawning camouflage, she looked upon the man and smiled sweetly.

Her mouth fell wide and words climbed up her throat, she had sent him her condolences I'm a sincere tone, for although she was not to blame she felt a deep guilt inscribed upon her being.

She handed him a piece of paper that fell flat upon a wooden board, he signed it promptly before even looking and left, he cared not for what it contained as he already thought of the situation no longer.