An abyss of distorted noise rings out. Lukz’s eyes flash open to see a hazy image of a bearded policeman standing over him. The man’s mouth slowly moves, trying to speak to him, but Lukz, still dazed, can’t hear a thing. His eyes rapidly blink, trying to re-gain consciousness and vision, when suddenly, *whoosh*, a flood of noise cascades over him! Sirens blare consistently, red and blue lights cloud the nights sky, as two large hands grab his shoulders.
“Lukus! Are you okay?” A deep, welsh toned voice askes sincerely.
Young Lukz piers up towards the man, with a combination of tears and blood streaming down his face! He squints his left eye, clinching in pain!
“Woh, be careful there boy. Those are some awfully deep cuts on your face?” The ginger bearded man says puzzled.
Lukz turns
