Soooo I'm back with another fic :L I think I'm becoming an addict. Anyway, I've been wanting to write a Gone fic for ages, but only got the motivation last night. This is kinda random, but I've got it mostly planned out :] I couldn't believe how few fanfics on Edilio there are, so I decided to write one ^^.

This is Edilio x OC (Raylin) and her character will be more expanded and her background more filled in as the story continues. The title's also quite random, but I had no other ideas :L

Hope you Enjoy!

Em xx

It was raining again. Not as bad as the night before. But bad. It meant the night was going to be cold; but then again, she was used to cold nights now. Besides, it might help cover her tracks. Raylin reached for the zip of her black hoodie, pulling it up all the way. The hoodie itself was oversized and bore the faces of some random band she'd never even heard of, but it was thick, and it kept her warm. She tugged at her hair underneath the hood to make it cover her ears before wrapping her arms around herself, curling up in a ball.

It was almost enough to make her wish she had a roof over her head and a warm bed to sleep in. Almost. But Raylin wasn't stupid. She didn't wish for those things. She would never willingly let herself have them. Because getting a roof over her head, and sleeping on an actual mattress, would mean going to one of two places in the whole of the 'FAYZ'.

That's what the kids in Perdido Beach called it. This little world they were trapped in. At first they'd loved the FAYZ. They'd loved having no parents, loved being able to do what they wanted and stay up 'til whenever they liked. And then, when things started going wrong, the kids in town had all begun freaking out and now that Temple guy was getting torn up from the stress of trying to help everyone. Raylin snorted. She'd known from the beginning that they were all wrong. The FAYZ hadn't brought them freedom – it had caged them in, trapped them like fish in a bowl, waiting. Waiting for their next meal – which, she'd gathered from the state of things – was going to be a long while in coming. Waiting for something to happen. Waiting to die.

Still, as bad as it was becoming, Perdido Beach was Heaven compared to Coates. Raylin shuddered, and it had nothing to do with the cold. She'd almost been sent there. Almost four months ago now, when she'd moved here to live with her fifth consecutive pair of foster parents, Kevin and Danielle had considered sending her to Coates Academy. In their eyes, it was a brilliant idea. Raylin didn't see it their way. She'd done her research on the area: Coates was a school for messed up kids. Sure, she had issues. She was messed up, in some ways. But she'd be damned before she let them get rid of her and dump her in a school with kids who were capable of things she didn't want to think about.

Because that was what always happened to her. Everyone she loved left her. Even the ones that said they wouldn't. They all did, in the end. She was Raylin Cooper, the one that was always left behind. Snorting again, Raylin turned over onto her other side.

She'd been living it rough since the FAYZ began. She'd left her house in town and taken the tent and some other gear from some little shack in the desert. Raylin smirked as she remembered how she'd simply grabbed the keys to Kevin's Volvo, shoved a bunch of stuff in the car and taken off. She wasn't even fifteen yet – still another two weeks to wait for that – but it wasn't the first time she'd driven a car. She'd known how for a long time.

Raylin Cooper knew a lot of things. A lot them she'd learnt from...well, she wouldn't really call it spying. Sneaking around, more like. She never stayed in once place for too long, and had kept an eye on what everyone else was doing while she was moving around. Raylin knew all about Sam Temple, about the 'moofs' and the Human Crew. She knew about Caine and that manipulative girl Diana. She knew about Computer Jack. She even knew how to survive the big 1-5. Raylin had seen and heard some disturbing things, had watched Drake Merwin become the monster he was. Hell, she slept alone every night in the pitch black in the middle of goddamned nowhere and survived on fish and deer she caught herself. With a freakin' spear. There wasn't much that could scare her anymore. Not the dark. Not the freaky creatures. Not the war that was unfolding just a few miles away. Not even Drake Merwin.

Sighing, Raylin closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. One day at a time, she reminded herself. One day at a time.

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Somewhere outside, a bottle smashed against concrete. The sharp but quiet-ish noise would have been enough to awake Edilio, if he'd managed to get to sleep in the first place. It was getting ridiculous really. How much of a light sleeper he was becoming, when he slept at all. Rubbing his eyes, he turned over in bed and glanced at his alarm clock. The face was illuminated by a tiny light, small, but just enough for him to see. 3 in morning. Only one group of people would dare to be out this late...well, early.

The drunken voices now drifting through his open window from the street outside confirmed his thoughts. Zil Perry's slurred speech was the first comprehensible thing he heard. "Freakin'...freakin' moofs!" he half-shouted, voice raising. "Might as w-well call this whole damned st-street Moof-freakin'-Row!" Raucous laughter filled the night air, and another bottle smashed.

Anger began to bubble deep inside him, but Edilio held it back. He covered his face with his hands, taking a deep, calming breath. It came out as a sigh. He couldn't let anger at the Human Crew get the better of him. Sam was better, after the whole thing with the Darkness and Caine and Drake a few days ago. Better, but still had a way to go to being his old self. Edilio was second in command now. He had to make sure that, in case Sam really got to the point where he needed a break, he would be level-headed and ready to step up. Not that he relished the thought of being in Sam's position.

Unconsciously, his hand drifted to his left shoulder, palm flat against the skin. He had to work to repress a shudder. Just a week ago, he'd almost died. Lana had saved him, but barely. He knew he should just be grateful and forget about it. Normally, he'd have no problem doing that. But it was Lana who shot him in the first place. Regardless of whether she was being controlled or not, that hurt. She was his friend. Lately Edilio had even started to wonder if...well. If may she could be more than that. But apparently Quinn had beat him to it.

As the voices began to fade and eventually disappear at the HC left the street, Edilio wondered if Lana would ever come back. After they'd buried Brittney and the other kids she'd taken off in Caine's car from the mine shaft. Caine and Diana themselves had gone back to Coates, while Computer Jack had claimed a little house just across the road from where Edilio now lived. Two doors down from Jack Dekka, Brianna and Taylor had moved into one small building. After the attack on the power plant and the HC started up again, a lot of the 'Moofs' just wanted some quiet. Edilio didn't have any powers, but some peace had sounded good. Subconsciously they'd all come together in the same road. Safety in numbers, after all.

Edilio closed his eyes, sighing again. Things were bad. Really bad. But something would happen soon that would fix everything. He had to believe that. It was his birthday in a couple of days. Edilio could easily step out. No one would know what choice he'd made until it was already too late. But...a part of him told him he couldn't. He was needed. There were still things he needed to do, needed to fix.

He only wished that he knew what they were were.

Please R&R :] Chapter Two coming soon! xx