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UNLUCKY LUC

"Comment est-lui? Il me tracasse..."[break][break]
"J'en ai aucune idée. Ce garçon n'est pas normale..."[break][break]
"Shhh, tais-toi, il peut t'entendre!"[break][break]

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Luc Duval, at the young age of six, already knew he was different.[break][break]
Mainly because of the memory breaks. There were patches in his memory that he could never recall. He could be in one place and suddenly be in another, with no perception of what had occurred. His parents had monitored his behavior since before he had realized this, and after confirmation from doctors (the friendly people in white coats whom he had to meet often), they had finally confided to the red-haired boy that he had narcolepsy.[break][break]

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"Est-ce qu'on peut mentir comme ça? C'est horrible ce qu'on fait..."[break][break]
"Les personnes seront peur d'il si on lui dit la verité. De plus, on a decidé de l'adopter pour cet experiment, n'est-ce pas? Tu ne peux pas quitter, t'as déja trop fait."[break][break]
"...D'accord, continuons-nous."[break][break]

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Luc believed the narcolepsy was the source of his memory gaps - few even understood the condition, but other than that, he was a normal boy.[break][break]
Then why couldn't he make friends? He was outgoing, sociable, humorous, friendly...He believed it was the narcolepsy which had scared off his peers. But what could he do? He couldn't simply wish it away. So he endured the loneliness, often turning to gadgets and computers for comfort. He found a great joy in meeting others online, as well as creating and inventing. And the boy absorbed information like a sponge - he could speak fluently in many languages and if he ever tried, he could do well in most subjects. His parents were happy to see him finally having some semblance of contentment.[break][break]

However, he often found bruises and cuts on his self. He had no idea where they were from, and he would worriedly approach his parents, asking about where they might have come from. They assured him that he'd be fine, that they were probably caused by his own clumsiness during one of his "black outs". He trusted the parents that he loved whole-heartedly, though he took care about where he went and when, so as to avoid being hurt. But sometimes he would wake up in the morning, feeling sore and achy.

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"Tu sais que ta mère et moi font partie des Rangers, n'est-ce pas? On pense que t'aimerais en être un aussi..."[break][break]

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He'd always loved pokemon. They were his constant companions aside from his computer. He badly wanted to follow his parent's example and aid in the protection of pokemon. He had a whole-hearted passion for protecting them and once he got the idea in his head, he decided to pursue it. And so he has set out to fulfill his dream.[break][break]

His parents didn't like the idea of leaving. He argued heatedly - for Arceus' sake, he was over twenty! They refused and so the next morning, he left without their approval.[break][break]

The night after he set out, his parents were killed.[break][break]
It devastated him. He had been made an orphan in one fatal blow. As he slowly recovered from his grief, he vowed to become the best ranger possible - to protect both humans and pokemon alike.[break][break][break]

C FOR CALAMITY

Cas didn't understand why he seemed to only ever be awake at certain times. It would be daytime and suddenly it would be night. His amnesia scared him, and when he told his parents about it, they confided in him that he had narcolepsy.[break][break]

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"Pense-toi que cet explanation marchera?"[break][break]
"Ça doit."[break][break]

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Why the hell was Cas here? He hated this place. Especially with its darkness and the two evil people.[break][break]
Those people. He couldn't even consider them his parents anymore. They were pure evil. Teaching him to shoot things, how to use a knife deftly, how to hack into databases and extract information. What did they want? He could never perform well enough for them. He hated having to do these things.[break][break]

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"Vous n'avez pas besoin des emotions! Jette-les aux chiens! Vous devez seulement faire ton travail. C'est votre seul but. Maintenant, faites-le encore!"[break][break]

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Head shot. Stiletto in the side. Hours spent looking at computer screens. Picking locks. And always being put into those horrible trials that gave him bruises and cuts.[break][break]
And the beating he was given when he failed only forced him to become tougher.[break][break]
Emotions buried so deep they could never resurface. A cold, blank attitude - never give anything away, never give in to the enemy. Cheat and lie and steal if you have to. All that matters is victory and fulfilling the mission.[break][break]

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"Voici votre tâche. Tuez-le par demain matin. Vous savez le prix d'échec."[break][break]

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Blood. Blood everywhere. On his hands, soaking his sleeves, dribbling down his face. Cas remembered looking in the mirror, seeing his haunted reflection staring back at him. All the training in the world hadn't prepared him for just how cruel this was.[break][break]

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"Bien fait, mon gars. Vous pouvez vous reposer aujourd'hui."[break][break]
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So. Fulfilling tasks gave him prizes. Fine. He would do it only to stop the beating, at least until he could leave. Even if they gave no indication of him ever parting the house.[break][break]
Another blank. Somehow, he was outside. Cas looked around him, and noticed that he was actually outside the house. Heck, he even had a bag of supplies.[break][break]
Had he truly run away? Cas felt a grin creep across his face, something he hadn't done much before. He was surprised to find that he had not brought a weapon with him. It was of no consequence - he already had a target in mind and he already knew just exactly when he'd commit the crime.[break][break]
His targets died the night after he'd found he'd left the house. And that was all he cared about.[break][break]