This is my first FanFic. It's about what could happen if Drake Merwin managed to gain control of The FAYZ. It's a short chapter, but (hopefully!) they'll get longer!
Drake Merwin was still fighting Orc, but out of the corner of his eye he could see Sam Temple and Caine Soren fighting in front of the church steps. He saw Caine drop Astrid from where he had her suspended using his telekinetic powers, spin around and throw Diana Ladris across the street. Drake smirked. He always had hated Diana. That's when he saw Sam raise his hands.
From the bottom of the church steps, Sam, covered in blood and bruises, extended his one good hand, palm out. A brilliant green – white light burst from his hand, heading straight for his evil twin, Caine. Caine lifted his own hands and the next thing he knew, Sam was flying backwards – but not before the beam of light had hit Caine.
Sam hit the ground with a dull thud, hitting his head off a lamppost at the same time. His last thoughts before his world turned black were of his girlfriend, Astrid, and how she and her autistic brother would cope in the FAYZ, especially with Drake around.
Caine stumbled backwards. Sam's beam of light had hit him right in the centre of his stomach. He clutched at his stomach as he gasped for breath. He saw Diana sit up and rub her head. "Diana!" he tried to yell but his voice was no more than a harsh croak.
Diana sat up and looked at Caine. He was doubled over and looked as though he wanted to cry. She shakily got to her feet and ran over to him. She knelt beside him and took his hand. Caine looked at her and smiled sadly. "I'm sorry," he whispered, still holding his hand. "I'm sorry for how I treated you earlier and I'm sorry I can't protect you from Drake." Caine continued, a tear making its way slowly down his face. "It's all right, Caine." Diana said, surprised to find tears in her own eyes. She wiped them away and opened her mouth to say something else. That's when she noticed that Caine's eyes had shut and that his grip on her arm had gone slack.
"Caine?" Diana asked, her voice an octave higher than normal. There was no answer. Caine?" she asked again, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him. He didn't respond. Diana noticed that there was no steady rise and fall of his chest. There was no other explanation for it: Caine was dead. "No!" she whispered, beginning to sob uncontrollably. She knew that she was upset about Caine dying but it was more than that. She was also crying because she that Caine wouldn't be around to protect her from Drake when he found her. "NO!" she cried again. "NO!" a voice mimicked from behind her. Diana turned around slowly. And froze. There, just an arms length away from her, stood Drake, a smug smile on his face, his Whip–Hand twisted around his waist.
Astrid stood up, scanning the ruined street with wild eyes, looking for Sam. At first she couldn't see him but then she saw him, lying in a heap across the street. Gripping L.P.'s hand in her own, she ran down the church steps and over to Sam. As she ran, Astrid started mumbling a prayer to herself: "St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our defence against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray. And do you, O prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God…" Astrid let her sentence trail off when she reached Sam. She sat down beside him and put two of her fingers to his neck, searching for a pulse. There was nothing, "No," she said quietly, tears pouring down her face. She looked up and saw Lana "The Healer" walking past.
"Lana!" Astrid called, her voice urgent. Lana ran over to her. Astrid, still crying, looked at Lana then looked back at Sam. Lana followed her gaze and gasped. Sam was a bloody mess, limbs sticking out at odd angles. "Help him, Lana. Please, help him!" Astrid sobbed. Lana moved Astrid's fingers away from Sam's neck and replaced them with her own. "I'm so sorry Astrid, but there is nothing I can do." Lana drew Astrid into an awkward embrace then stood up when they heard screaming in the distance. "I have to go and help," she said, running off. Astrid was left alone with a dead body and L.P.
Suddenly, there was a small crash behind her. She turned around and saw L.P.'s gameboy lying on the ground, the batteries rolling around. But there was no L.P. she heard a small, strangled cry and looked. Standing behind her was drake. He was holding Diana with his left hand and he had his Whip–Hand around L.P.'s neck. "Put him DOWN, Drake!" Astrid yelled, at the same time fixing L.P.'s game. "Or what?" Drake taunted, raising L.P. a little higher off the ground.
"Please Drake," Astrid said quietly. Diana, who Drake had forgotten about until that moment, turned around and kicked Drake, hard, in the shin. He cried out and dropped L.P. onto the ground where he started to wail. Astrid ran over to him and gave him his game. "Window seat, Petey, window seat" Astrid soothed him, at the same time glaring at Drake. Diana walked, almost casually despite the fact that Drake was even more likely to kill her than before, over to Astrid, who was still kneeling beside Sam's body. Diana extended her hand and helped Astrid up.