FIN :: Three :: Lux Dewitt

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Name: LUCKY LUX ROBIN DEWITT
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 3
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Lux Aeterna. Isn't that what they say?

When Lux was six years old, he would make miniature traps on his bedroom floor and catch mice. It wasn't that he was sadistic - on the contrary, he would always set them free again, never hurting them or affecting them save marking their backs with a fluorescent dye - it's just that he wanted to prove that he could. He would open the door of his intricate, electrically-triggered cage, removing the small creature and cupping it in his hands carefully, before sprinting down to Luce's bedroom and showing her his prize. And, of course, he was met by the routine screaming of "Get out, Lux! I don't care about your daft pets!" from his much more mature sister, although it didn't faze him. He had proved himself, and that's what did matter.

His whole childhood, Lux pulled safe-but-spectacular stunts like that to show his worth. And, because of his background and his influential parents, it was ensured that he always made the impression he wanted to, as well. It was his constant success that earned him the nickname "Lucky", but he knew it wasn't luck, it was because of his greatness, his charm, and his brains. He grew up with confidence, accepting his responsibility for his father's empire in the future with a sense of pride. Although, ultimately, it would be that pride that was his downfall. When he became friends with Nox Sullivan, the superiority he had over everyone, no exceptions, was halted. Nox was his equal - his age, of his reputation, even as good looking as he was. The only thing that gave Lux a standing over his counterpart was that Lux's mind was fully-functional, and the same couldn't be said for Nox, with his dyscalculia and time-bomb temper. However, Lux is aware that with humility and good grace comes success, as Luce has told him many times, and he wouldn't dare let that fact that, mentally, he was one step ahead of his rival ever come to light in Nox's hearing. Who knows how he would respond?

Ever since the deaths of both CEOs, Lux has known he's in danger. "They're going to try to kill you," Luce said, bursting into his room as he had once burst into hers, but with a sharp, crimson-tinted knife in her hand rather than a rodent, "they're going to try to kill you and it's my fault, Lux." But he wasn't programmed to fight, to defend himself, to protect his legacy for his father's seat, he was programmed to be entitled, to just succeed. Lux never fought for anything in his life - save his mouse traps, which he slaved over for days and weeks - it had always come effortlessly. Now, he felt like one of the mice himself, totally powerless, failing to get free from something so much larger and more complex than he had the power to imagine. Although Lux is a king, he feels like a pawn, moved around just to be sacrificed when the time came. His whole life, he's moved in leaps and bounds, but now he knows that, to survive as a King, he has to learn to take things one square at a time, or else risk being checkmated all too soon.

But that time hadn't come yet, and Lux, and all the Dewitts with him, didn't intend to let it.

Lux Aeterna. Eternal light. Lux Dewitt was going to ensure he lived forever.

History:

Lux is his family’s next-in-line for the company’s throne, and you could say that his new status as “king” of the family has started to go to his head. A bit spoiled and prone to snobbery, Lux can often seem like a typical rich boy who likes to rub his money in everyone’s faces, but he really means no harm. He’s actually quite a kind-hearted young man who doesn’t really understand the importance of the situation he’s in, a boy who’s been sheltered all his life and therefore doesn’t know the first thing about the dangerous world around him. He’s optimistic and logical, often prone to sudden flashes of genius, and believes himself to be totally in control when it’s really his sister who holds the reigns. In actuality, he’s just an innocent boy in way over his head.

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It was soup for dinner again.

They had been having soup a lot recently, and Lux was the only sibling not getting sick of it. Even little Alfie, who was only two, refused to eat anymore. But not Lux. Because with soup came the silver spoons, and, at six years old, spoons were more fascinating than anything he could ever learn at school. "Stop it, Lucky," Luce moaned at him as he gooned at his reflection and let his meal go cold, but he couldn't hear her; he was too hypnotised by his warped face to notice. The outside of the spoon made his huge eyes look even huger, like two blue plates topped by thick, dipped eyebrows and a ruddy expanse of freckled forehead. By moving this piece of cutlery from side to side, Lux could enlarge first one side of his strong, wide jaw and then the other, low cheekbones inflating and deflating in the reflection in turn.

Best of all, however, was a spoon's ability to correct mistakes. Lux's ugly, jutting lower jaw, and his slightly crooked nose were hardly visible, even though they were still so prominent in real life. Lux lifted one hand to his narrow chin and stroked it in a wise-looking way. If his facial hair turned out anything like the course, curly hair on his scalp, sandy blonde like the rest of his family but with dark roots that betray its future colour, he would make sure that he shaved every day so he'd never have a beard. The boy was afraid of the day that he was going to have to start shaving, even if it was a whole ten years or so in the future, because that would mark the day when he had grown up for good. When the time was right, his father would teach him how to do it properly, no doubt, so that he wouldn't be left with marks on his face. That's what Lux was afraid of the most, making mistakes he could never change. He kept himself as clean as possible, scrubbing behind his ears like his mama told him to and relentlessly washing the dirt out from the fingernails of his large hands. The adult teeth that had grown by six sat between his small, uneven lips were white, albeit a little gappy, and he always made sure he ate healthily. If Lux's father told him he could reach six foot two, he was determined to reach six foot two. Regis was always right. That's the way it was. And, when Lux grew up, he knew that it wouldn't be enough to just look like him. To be a king, he had to act like him as well.

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"Congratulations, Lucky," the pet name that Lux had adopted as his real name for the past two years filled the eight-year old with a sense of pride as his science teacher murmured it to him, pinning the FIRST PLACE badge on his immaculately clean jumper. This was the third bi-annual Science Fair award he had won in a row, and he was grinning like an idiot because of it. Just like both times before, and every time Lucky got anything right, he felt the heady surge of superiority that made him sure that it wasn't Luck, at all, but his own hard work that got him the prizes he deserved. He waved at Nox, sitting in the front row with his modest creation in his lap. Beating Nox Sullivan gave him an even stronger rush than beating anyone else, because Nox was as close to his equal as he could get. Their fathers run the Company together, and their families were about the same size, and the two boys were the same height, the same speed, and almost the same everything else. But there was something wrong in Nox's brain, and so Lucky knew that he was better, in reality.

Of course, the boy knew, as he made his way back to his seat, clutching his scale model volcano to his chest (yet still making sure his winner's badge was on display) that he could never mention that fact to Nox himself. The honour of a friendship is the most important thing in the entire world, his father had explained to him as Lux listened raptly, as was his nature when his dad was talking, and that's why Regis' friendship with Charles - Nox's father - was so vital. "If we're planning something together, we always make sure the other knows what we're doing - you understand, Lucky? You don't tell lies, you don't keep secrets, and you certainly don't point out the other person's flaws, however obvious they are. You help your friends along without telling them you're helping, without boasting that you're better than them." Lux moaned at that, disappointed on all counts. He knew that lies were easier than the truth, especially if you were in trouble - which he made sure he was rarely in - and didn't like having to suppress what he desperately wanted everyone to know; that he was the best.

Lucky had spent a large part of his life proving that to people. From the models and experiments, however simple, he carried out at school for extra credit, to the electronic mouse traps he would wire up on his bedroom floor, only to display his captive rodent prizes to his family in cupped hands and release them again, Lucky had a firm belief that doing lots of little things all the time is better than being great once and expecting people to still respect you years after. The opinions of his brothers and sisters differed and wavered, but Lux stuck strong and stubborn to his. What's the point in doing one good thing if you're not willing to prove it wasn't a fluke - or a stroke of Luck - by carrying out another. And, consequently, why make one dramatic move when you can achieve the same result in many small steps? Like the king on the chess board that seemed to always be set up somewhere in the house, the boy moved one square at a time, always cautious, always making sure he was safe from the predator of his opposition. Let Queens and Castles sacrifice themselves for him, he knew that the tortoise eat the hare nine times out of ten.

Placing the model carefully beneath his seat whilst commendations were made, Lux carefully brushed the reddish paint dust from his jumper, making sure he was once again totally clean. His mother calls it a 'condition', the frantic purification after a particularly messy activity, the need to check for dirt before leaving the house, but eight year old Lucky argues it's a necessity. He used to be dirty all the time, bruises running down his legs as snot ran down his face, but when he started to get too savage, too wild--looking, his father set the record straight. "You, my boy, are the oldest Dewitt, and one day you're going to have the responsibility I have. Have you ever heard of a messy king?" Lucky shook his head, wondrous at his father's solemn influence, "I didn't think so - so are you going to roll around in the dirt like this anymore?" another shake. Lucky understood what he meant - obviously, he was special. So why should he make himself so common by being like all the other kids? Even within his own family, when his blonde hair grew out brown, he marked himself as special, rather than different. And special was good. Special made a king.

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He was only ten years old when his world began to show signs of crumbling. His perfect family, a band of winners, of high-flyers and overachievers suddenly started to fall apart, due to the death of Lux's perfect, loving mother.

His whole life, he had neglected her words of concern and worry, putting it aside as just her nature. He satisfied her by letting her pick oose from his clothes before he went to school and paying attention to her as she expressed how happy she was that he'd championed his school mates in one competition or another, but, to him, she was always eclipsed by the glory of Lux's father; his idol. Whilst Mrs Dewitt could calm a room with a meal or a few soft words, Regis could stop everyone's motion simply by entering, and Lucky loved that. He craved the attention that everyone gave his father, and wouldn't accept that it was something that wouldn't just come naturally, like everything else in his life had. He followed Regis around the house between the ages of eight and ten, scrutinising his every action, hanging on to his every word, preparing himself so far in advance for the future he knew he would lead, one day. Only losing his mother could shatter that determination.

A death in the household shook Lucky in a way no one could have expected. Suddenly, the world seemed dangerous, inevitable - dying was a terrifying concept even through the television screen, watching tributes kill and be killed, but so close by made Lux not sad, but afraid. On the day of the funeral, he refused to leave his bedroom, convinced that he would have to die as well. He didn't want to leave the house, to leave his room. The finite quality of life was the only thing that he wasn't sure he knew how to overcome. For the weeks after, this fear continued, and while the rest of the Dewitts mourned conventionally, Lucky tried to live up to his nickname, his superstition increasing. Death was intangible, unbeatable if physical defenses were used. His mind, and his new beliefs, were the best protection he had.

What was once a need to always be presentable became a compulsive ritual. Lux would spend an hour every day in the bath, cleansing himself and tempting fate by holding his head under the water. Just like he did with the kids at school, he had to show the demon that had entered his home and stolen his mother away that he was the boss of it. Luce, the eldest and the most influential of all his five younger siblings, tried to tell him rightly that it wasn't the way forwards, that now was the time to prove that he was a king who could move in leaps and bounds, not just in small actions, square by square. "I'm trying to show you in a way you can understand, Lux. This is how you'll beat death, or whatever," She was the only person he had told about his theory, because he trusted her and his father alone out of his family. And Nox? He couldn't be relied upon - as he had grown older he had grown more bitter, and Lucky was afraid to tell him anything anymore. "You should be proving to dad that you're strong enough to take control in the face of disaster; not that you're going to be like this forever." But Lux couldn't listen to her words. Dad was mourning, too, so wasn't it right to do the same and focus on Death, as well? Lucky thought so for a long time, until he realised that, try as he might, Death was as inescapable as growing up had been when he was only six.

Because years later, it came for his beloved father as well.

Whilst Lux's mother's death had been peaceful, quite and respectable, Regis' caused such a riot within the family and the Company that it was a miracle that no Peacekeepers were involved in the following weeks. His body was found with its throat slit, stained with his lifeblood and limp were it was abandoned. Lucky was still under eighteen, so was naturally too young to see for himself, but his uncle Abel, out of respect and pity, gave him a full description. Losing one parent seemed to be misfortune, but losing two was almost planned. Luce and the others had their suspicions, and Lux had his as well, but whilst the other Dewitt children acted on their impulses - evident from the death of Nox Sullivan's father, the main suspect in the first murder, so quickly after Regis' own - Lux kept himself very much to himself. He had to be the boss now, keep his family under control, be the king he had prepared to be his whole childhood and adolescence. So he attended the funeral with no hint of the panic he felt at his mother's, organised the transfer of guardianship to his uncle like a man, and still managed to hide the fear that bubbled underneath his surface. Like the rest of the family, he blamed the jealousy of the Sullivans totally for orphaning him, but he was not at all keen to act on that conviction. All he knew were small steps, so small steps he would take.

However, one thing was for certain: this crime would not go unpunished, and King Dewitt would take his rightful seat, above the traitors he always knew he was superior to. Despite his fear, and his compulsive paranoia, Lux trusted in his family to protect him, and with them he knew that he could claim his crown.

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finished! it's very brief but i reaaally wanted to get it done, hope it's ok <3

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