This is my first ever GONE fanfic so don't juge... ENJOY!
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Okay, I've had this uploaded for like, three days now, and noboby's reviewed! _ I mean, I've got TWENTY-THREE veiws, (okay twenty, seeing as three of them were mine ^_^) but not a SINGLE review! THAT IS TOTALLY NOT FAIR! D: SHOW SOME RESPECT! It's just writing a short little badly spelt message on what you thought of my fanfic! What is so HARD about that?! :(
Drake sat in the school psychologist's office. Yet again another session. How many had he already had this week? Three? Four? He'd lost track.
This was the fourth shrink he'd gone through in the last six months. None of them lasted long. It was all too easy to be deprived of your sanity when you had a patient like Drake around. He laughed internally at that.
He'd been in this session for approximately five minutes. Neither he nor the shrink, Mr. Raynes, had said anything yet. It had turned into a full blown stare-down. Drake had the eeriest smirk on, which was altogether more like a shark grin. It gave you the impression that he was thinking about all the different ways he could dismember you – which he probably was.
There was a certain distain, hatred even, that Drake reserved solely for psychologists. When were they going to realise that his sick, twisted mind could not be dissected?
The two carried on like this, glaring at each other for what felt like ages. Drake had knew what the shrink was doing. He knew all the tricks. He was trying to see if Drake would talk first, so he could take charge, be on top. Such was his nature.
But Drake would not give him the satisfaction.
Raynes knew that Drake was playing one of his little games. It was obvious that he knew. But he was going to continue with this exercise, just so he could piss him off, see how he would react. It was a trick within a trick.
But finally seeing that Drake would carry on like this, even if it took him all day, he broke the silence.
'Do you still dream of hurting animals, Drake?'
'No, Doc, I dream of hurting you.' Drake smiled that shark grin of his, baring his teeth. He pulled out a switch blade from within his blazer and leapt at Raynes, knocking him from his chair and pinning him against the wall. Drake was far stronger than Raynes. Resistance was futile.
The shrink stiffened, trying not to show fear. But it was pointless. Drake could sense it. See it in his eyes.
He brought the blade up to his face, carving a long, wonky like from his forehead to his chin, letting the blood drip slowly down his face.
'You listening to me?' Raynes didn't reply, just stared at him in horror. There was no one there to help him. He was all alone. Completely. Alone.
'Hey!' Drake slapped it him across the face, still grinning sadistically. 'I asked if you were listening to me!'
'I am I am!'
'Now see, if you tell anyone about this, no, if you even consider telling anyone about this, I'll find you. You know I will.'
'I won't tell, I swear!' Raynes cried. Literally, the man was crying.
Pathetic, Drake thought.
'Good.' He traced a line across Raynes' neck with the blade, only deep enough to let a thin stream of blood dribble down his chest. Drake continued tracing the blade up his face, pausing right before his eye. Raynes gulped, a sound of utter terror escaping his lips.
The movement cause the blade to be jerked upwards, right up into his eye.
Raynes screamed as his eye now dripped down his face in a stream of goo.
Drake laughed.
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