Hey. So the reason I'm posting this story is because I know I'll finish it because I already have like the first six chapters complete. I will post once a week, except I shall post three chapters tonight. Drake will be very OOC and the story line will be different, but trust me, it makes sense for the way I want this story to go. If it's not your thing, it's not your thing. Just don't hate. I'll send someone the beginning of the fourth chapter if they can guess what Rhian's disorder is.

The reason Drake is so OOC is because A, it fits better with the story line, and B, it shows a main point in the story. You may think it's stupid but I really think a normal Drake wouldn't be the best fit for this plot line. You'll see how it's different in later chapters, but I think you'll also see why it was different.

Enjoy!

Drake had to hand it to her, she stayed on her feet longer than he'd ever have expected possible. She was strong, and hard headed. But quiet and peaceful at the same time. She could be violent and angry. But that wasn't of her own want. She was the exact opposite of Diana, which was why it was shocking they were so close.

Diana was taller, thin, and… definitely stacked. Boobs and a butt. Dark eyes and hair, caramel skin. A belly button piercing and holes in both ears. This girl was short and built like a gymnast. No boobs, but there was a butt. She had straight, light brown and blue eyes. Freckles and pale skin. Diana was loud and confident. This girl was quiet and insecure.

So when the teachers disappeared and Caine took over, Drake was shocked she resisted as long as she did. Diana, of course, had something to do with it. She was the only girl Diana had ever bonded with. So, in secret, Caine had demanded Drake go break the girl down, break her resilience.

Exactly what Drake did best. He had gotten up earlier to mix the cement. Stolen the freaks in the middle of the night. All of the girl's little followers. He encased their hands in blocks and placed bowls of food and water on the ground, where they would feed like dogs. Lined them up on the walk of the courtyard that led to the cafeteria.

She was walking down the hall when she saw it. She screamed in fury, anger, confusion. Diana was standing with her, eyes wide and mouth open. She was angry as well. Probably with Caine. She would know that he was demanding and had a massive ego. And this girl was throwing stones at his wall. Setting fire to his kingdom.

Funny how throwing stones was mentioned. She grabbed one by her foot and threw it at Drake. It hit him in the side of the head, scraping his temple. She ran forward, tackling Drake, rearing back her fist to punch him. Drake grinned, flipping them over and punching her. She spit in his face, shoving him to the side and standing up. Drake laughed.

All told, she fell in under three minutes. But Drake was expecting three seconds. When she woke, Diana explained what was going on, and the people whose hands were encased where planning to leave her, how Drake had done her a favor. The girl had nodded. She was placed under Drake's watch.

"Yo, Drake!" Caine swaggered into the garage that housed the cars of the Academy, which Drake had turned into his own headquarters. "Mallet! Where's Drake?" A kid with greasy hair looked up and pointed at the main door, which led into a workroom.

He opened the door to find Drake yelling at the girl. Caine couldn't remember her name, and frankly didn't care to try. She had her long hair tied into two braids and a bandana tied around her head. A long grease mark was smeared on her arm, and her icy blue eyes were hard as she looked at the ground, nodding at what Drake said. Seems that one of Caine's followers had the ability to persuade the mind, only slightly, but slightly was all they needed. Of course, once the girl's memory was altered, they shacked the kid up in a cement block and locked him in the basement. Couldn't have anyone altering Caine's thoughts.

She had her arms crossed. Her uniform, which was unflattering on even Diana, had been discarded in favor of a black cut off shirt, and her pink lacrosse shorts that were the same color as her bandana. She whipped her head towards Caine when he slammed the door shut behind him. Drake's voice cut off. The girl glared at Caine, and walked around Drake to the work station behind him. Drake glanced at her, before walking forward.

"What is it?" He snapped.

"We're set to be heading to Perdido in a day." Caine told him.

"Great." Drake said sarcastically. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you're heading the police. And she-" he pointed at the girl, who bared her teeth at him, before clinking some metal together, "is still under your watch. So she's your second."

Drake just nodded and then turned around as the girl shouted, a grin in place on her face. Caine noted she had a nice smile, a happy one that showed off her bright teeth and lightened her eyes. It was cute. It was not Diana.

"Rhian?" Drake raised an eyebrow. "What?" That was her name, Caine remembered, he knew it wasn't as pretty as the name Diana.

She looked up at him, a knowing look on her face. She stood up and clicked something. Caine wondered what was happening. She hefted up a massive black block- no, not block. Rifle. Assault rifle.

"Turns out that this thing does work, but it was clogged up with bits and pieces from the headmaster's desk. Got it all out, greased the thing down, and bam! Told you I'd get it done Merwin. No need to focus on those wimpy handguns when you've got the grandfather right here." She said.

Drake grinned and held out his hand. She tossed him the gun. He slung it up onto his shoulder, braced his feet, and shot straight through the glass-less window on the door. It nailed the wall by Mallet's head. He nearly fainted. Caine had jumped a foot in the air at the noise. Rhian just smirked, wiping her hands on a towel and turning to Caine.

"Anything else?" She asked. Caine just snorted and walked out the room, hearing Drake and Rhian start to argue again.

"Let me see it!" Rhian shouted, leaning over to grab the gun from Drake's hands.

"No way princess!" Drake laughed, holding the rifle over her head. She was small, only five foot two, and Drake was much taller, standing six feet and three inches. It was an impressive height for a fourteen year old.

"I was the one that fixed it." She growled, clambering over a chair and lunging onto Drake's back.

"Then I'll let you ride up front tomorrow. You can have two other guns. This one is mine."

Rhian let go. "Any two?" She raised one eyebrow.

Drake nodded. "Any two."

She grinned and grabbed one of Drake's favorites, a small handgun. She tucked it into the waistband of her shorts and grabbed a regular old hunting rifle one would use to hunt small game, like birds. Drake glared at the gun tucked into her shorts, but huffed and let it slide.

"Let's close up for the day and get dinner." Drake said, heading out the door, Rhian right behind him.

"So I get shotgun of your car tomorrow, right?" Rhian said as they walked out the door. Drake just shook his head.