A/N: Just a little song-fic about Drake's thoughts as he "died" in Hunger. So yes, they're might be a few spoilers mixed in there. Personally, I love this song for Drake
Disclaimer: I do not own Gone or "Mama" by My Chemical Romance in any way.

Mama, we all go to hell
Mama, we all go to hell

Sometimes he had to wonder what his mother would think of him now. If she could see into the FAYZ, what would she think of her disturbed son?

I'm writing this letter and wishing you well

It's too bad they screened their letters to home at Coates. The words he had to write to her once a month were far from the truth. Oh, how he would of wrote of the loathing he felt towards her for sending him to that wretched place. Instead, though, he always had to write "Love" at the closing.

Mama, we all go to hell

Love. Like he could ever harbor such a despicable emotion.

Oh, well, now
Mama, we're all gonna die
Mama, we're all gonna die

It was far too late now to be writing letters. Not that he particularly cared about his mother forever believing that he felt some kind of attachment to her. Mother didn't matter, not in this new hellhole of a world.

Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry

Oh, God, if only she'd seen what he'd done. The shrieked inquires she would ask about his sadistic accomplishments. His mother's urgent, whispered voice played in his head, pleading with him to tell her why.

"Son, why?"

"How could you?"

"They were only children!"

Mama, we're all gonna die

Shark-like features twisted into an insane grin.

And when we go, don't blame us, yeah
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah

Loathsome thoughts ran through his twisted mind as he recalled the faces of those he despised. They'd all done their fair share of sinning, he'd see them again soon. Caine, Diana, Sam, Father, Mother and many, many more would join him one day. Every pain, every suffering he would endure, he hoped they would endure too.

You made us, oh so famous
We'll never let you go
And when you go don't return to me, my love

He knew what they all thought of him. That he was a monster, something evil to be abhorred. No longer in existence was there a townie or a follower of Caine who didn't want him dead.

Everyone hated him.

Even his mother. Not even she could love the sick, vile creature he had become. If he had made it out of the FAYZ he doubted he would have been welcomed back. But it's not like he was used to being welcomed anywhere.

Mama, we're all full of lies
Mama, we're meant for the flies

Yes, everyone hated him. And he hated them right back.

They were toys, playthings, in his mind. To make them scream, you just have to pull a few strings.

And right now they're building a coffin your size
Mama, we're all full of lies

Was his mother aware of the heartless demon she had created? In some place, wherever she was, did she feel a twinge every time he cracked his whip? He hoped so.

Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue
You should've raised a baby girl, I should've been a better son

He blamed his mother for this. It had been her horrid idea to send him to Coates in the first place. If it weren't for that witch, he wouldn't be where he was. If she hadn't forced him to play with his irksome neighbor, he'd have never pulled the trigger.

If you could coddle the infection they can amputate at once
You should've been, I could have been a better son

Still, though, it was his mother he longed for, those many months ago, as he lay in agony on the table. As she sawed through his burnt limb, he'd only wanted the comfort of his mother's embrace.

And when we go, don't blame us, yeah
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah

Thank God, the Darkness had destroyed those feelings when it gave him his whip.

You made us, oh so famous
We'll never let you go

Cold, metal eyes blinked slowly in the darkness.

She said, "You ain't no son of mine
For what you've done they're gonna find
A place for you, and just you mind
Your manners when you go
And when you go, don't return to me, my love"
That's right

She'd be ashamed, his mother, of what her darling son had become. A ruthless murderer, loved by none and despised by all. Hardly even her son anymore.

No, she'd never see her little boy grow up and graduate, get married, or have kids. Not like he'd planned to do any of those things anyway. Not really.

Mama, we all go to hell
Mama, we all go to hell
It's really quite pleasant

Her last vivid memory of her only son would be of him standing in a pool of another boy's blood, triumphantly holding a gun, shark-like smirk set firmly in place.

Except for the smell
Mama, we all go to hell

The red coiled, taffy-like whip twitched halfheartedly.

2 - 3 - 4
Mama, mama, mama, oh
Mama, mama, mama, mama!

"Mother," he rasped aloud, "What would you say to me now?"

And if you would call me your sweetheart
I'd maybe then sing you a song

In the picture-perfect ending, she'd run to comfort her troubled son and steal him away from the horror of the FAYZ.

Too bad, he was the horror of the FAYZ

But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun
You would cry out your eyes all along

Mother would weep and cry at the sight of the lives he'd ended. The sight of the bullets and his whip ripping through skin to tear into vital organs. But it would be the glee and malice shining in her son's eyes as he inflicted the torture and pain that would put her over the edge.

We're damned after all
Through fortune and flame we fall

Oh yes, he was certainly going down for what he did. He held few regrets in how he had spent his life.

And if you can stay then I'll show you the way
To return from the ashes you crawl

However, he did regret, that Father and Mother would never see the fear and nightmares he had created. Or that they'd never get to taste the bite of his whip.

We all carry on
(We all carry on)

But, he was certain, that he'd see them again.

When our brothers in arms are gone
(When our brothers in arms are gone)

With his fellow demons and tormented souls behind him, he would greet all of them at the gates of the underworld.

So raise your glass high for tomorrow we die

He could hardly wait.

And return from the ashes you crawl

Deep in a collapsed old mine shaft, a sandy-haired boy with a whip for an arm closed his tired, tortured eyes. Even the wicked heart of Drake Merwin succumbs to radiation poisoning.

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