This is my insight on why I think Drake is so... psychopathic (?).
One Shot. I was bored. Don't hurt me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gone in any way shape or form.
Dedication: Everyone who ever had an imaginary friend, and of course to the ultimate imaginary friend, Drop Dead Fred.
Drop Dead, Drake.
(Aged 9)
"Drake Merwin!" His headmistress screeched.
Drake looked over at his best –and imaginary- friend, Garry.
Garry had been his best friend for years on end. Garry was the one who taught Drake to ride a bike, how to make mac & cheese and –Drake's personal favourite- how to shoot.
"Yes, Miss." Drake said.
"Are you going to tell me why you tried to shoot at your substitute teacher today?" She looked at him furiously.
"Garry told me too." He simply said.
"Who is Garry, Drake?" She asked pleasantly.
"My friend," He said in matter-of-factly tone.
"Where is Garry now?" Something about how she always used Garry's name made Drake suspicious.
"He's right here." Drake gestured to his left where Garry was standing.
"Drake," She said, "Is Garry real?"
Drake looked at Garry again for reassurance.
"Shoot her, Drake. Do it. She will only get in our way. Drake, do it." Garry whispered to Drake's ear.
"But why?" Drake asked him.
"Because I want to know, Drake." The teacher said. Drake stuck his hand out in a signal for the headmistress to stop.
"I wasn't talking to you."
"I told you Drake. She will only get in our way. Do it." Garry urged him on.
Drake hesitantly drew the gun from his pocket. Garry's reassuring red eyes landed on the gun and an evil grin spread across Drake's imaginary friends face.
"Drake Merwin! What are you doing with that gun?" The headmistress screamed. "I thought I confiscated it!"
Drake pointed the gun at her and looked up at Garry. Garry nodded eagerly. Drake pulled the trigger and his headmistress fell to the ground clutching the bullet wound in her stomach. Garry applauded and patted Drake on the back.
"Good work Drake! Good work." He said in an appreciative voice.
Drake hesitated a moment and beamed up at Garry.
Well, yes. I know it's a little weird, but, hey I was bored.
R&R- Pleeeeease.
-hippy
Xx.
