Luke's Path to the Orphanage

               "It'll be okay, honey," Luke's mother comforted him as she tucked him in, lightening flashing across the sky. He hid under the covers and his loving parents kissed their son good night. They, too, went to bed, knowing their son of 3 could probably want to come into their room if the lightening got worse in this rainless storm. The couple soon fell asleep as intruders quietly opened the downstairs bathroom window.
                 The familiar burglars walked up the stairs with ease, missing the creaky steps. The pair of night people went to the room with happy couple in it and tied them to their beds, but otherwise left them unharmed. Instead, they made their way to the child's bedroom and took him, cavers and all, outside. They covered his mouth, but left his eyes wide open. Seeing who they were gave little comfort to the worried boy who cried for his mother. The women, who held him, slapped the crying child to quiet him as the man poured a foul smelling liquid by the bolted shut doors.
                   He lit a match and the house quickly caught flames. The smart eyes of Luke knew his parents were in there and in danger, so he struggled again to get free. As a bolt of lightning struck the sky, the house burst completely in flames. Soon he could recognize the screams and yells inside. With tears welling in his eyes, and spilling over, the screams grew louder. Luke fought with his captors to no prevail, and smelling another foul smell in the air as the screams, then, inside, died away and the house collapsed in a cloud of shadow, flame, and smoke.
                   Quickly, he was rushed to their car and belted in. They did not try to talk to him and he only cried as they went on a plane, away from the Netherlands. People got angry at his cries, but he quieted them as to not get slapped again.
                   Upon landing, they exited the plane in England, around Winchester. Luke looked over at his family members as they walked the streets. In the bustle he slipped from their grasp and ran the other way. Being so small he was able to get where they could not. He was able to run from the family that murdered his parents.
                   Around dusk, he found himself at some mostly deserted place and saw a large building some distance away. His vision blurred again with tears and he was unable to see where he was walking. Luke's yellow hair grew dim as the sun went below the horizon. The small boy bumped into someone and fell down. He looked up with his bright, big green eyes to see an old, distinguished man that was smiling down at him kindly.
                 "Are you lost, little one?" The man asked.
                   Luke stood up and nodded. "My parents are dead and I- I've nowhere to go." He hiccupped.
                  The man smiled again and patted the boy's head, which he already knew about. "Then I know where you can go," Luke looked up with hope in his eyes. "You can come with me and be with others who have lost what you have. That is… you want."
                    Luke nodded eagerly, wanting to belong again and hide from those who wish to keep him. Luke stayed at the orphanage even when it moved to Japan, it proving to be a great place to hide from his parents murderers, until he will leave the orphanage with someone whom he bonded well with. Then he is out of the watchful care of the old man, and can be easily found yet again.