The Seduction
A Drake & Josh fan-fic created for the older fan (ages 18 and over)
A short story by Alison Lydon
Lead characters:
Drake Parker & Josh Nichols
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. No copyright infringement is
intended.
Warning: If reading about cults (ala Manson, Koresh, Jones, etc.) disturbs you, then I
suggest you stop here at this introduction.
For the rest of you, I hope you will like it.
Rated M: for Mature/Violence
Chapter 1
Something Wicked This Way Comes
The dark haired man sat inside the movie theater observing all the young people go about their
business. He was dressed in a fine Italian navy blue suit and five hundred dollar shoes. The
supposed authentic cappuccino left a bitter taste in his mouth as he watched the black woman
and a man dressed in a red vest who looked like he was wearing a bad wig hang up a banner
above the entrance way that said, "Congratulations to the Belleview Class of 2006" in big blue
University block letters.
Yes, send them to University he thought, so they can grow up to be disillusioned adults who
would soothe themselves with liquor and consumerism.
San Diego was good to him. It was a place to counter balance the status quo. At the Victorian
house on Nine Shady Grove Road he had two women and two men waiting for his return.
They would need one more.
His sea blue eyes scanned the room. There was no contest. He found the soul he needed to
complete his mission. He took out his Cross fountain pen and wrote in his private leather bound
journal.
Someday the world would know about him and the message he wanted to send.
He watched the smiles and hugs with amazement. It was all so phony. Couldn't they all see?
It couldn't happen here.
Not in their well manicured backyards.
The young man he was watching opened up a big box as some overweight and middle aged
dork worked the digital camera, much to his shrill wife's dismay.
There was a little girl playing with a handheld video game and another young man in the family
who was happy to see the previous so happy over an overpriced and overindulged gift that the
parents purchased.
"Excuse me," asked the mother with the red hair and the modern haircut, "Would you mind
taking a picture of me and my family? My husband cannot work the automatic timer."
Of course, she would put down her husband.
"No, I don't mind," he locked his journal before taking the camera out of her hand, "Who are
the graduates?"
"My son's, Drake and Josh."
He silently took the picture and handed the camera back to the mother who thanked him for his
time.
Yes, he would be a most welcome addition to the flock.
He continued to watch the party from his chair, not taking his eyes off the chosen last one.
They had no real contact and he didn't even get acknowledged by either one of the kid's when
he took the picture. When the cake was wheeled out on a trolley he gathered his journal and put
it in his tan leather portfolio with the handles.
Their lives were going to change forever and he was quite proud of that accomplishment.
It was twenty-five minutes later when he returned home. It was so silent you could hear cotton
fall from the sky. It was a power rush to know that all of the young recruits were in bed as they
were instructed. He took out his minicassette recorder from the locked desk drawer and
proceeded to speak in a clear level tone like that of an evening newscaster, "The mission is going
very well. I'm leaving these tapes for evidence. You'll say you don't want them getting out to the public,
but they will be, and you'll feed off the publicity. You'll talk about how evil we all were when we
are just trying to finish God's plan. You're going to ask who is Lord Cameron DePalma? I'm
here to tell you what you should already know, I am the modern day prophet sent by Jesus
Christ himself to try to undo what is wrong with the world today. I have four people in my flock
and by the end of this week, I will have five. I believe it is too self-indulgent to have a big church
when me and my disciples will send our message loud and clear to the rest of the world. Ask
yourself, why can't parent's discipline their kid's today; but I can have all of my flock in bed
before 10:30 p.m."
He turned off the tape recorder and put it back in the locked center desk drawer. He faintly
smiled as he poured himself a glass of red wine as he methodically walked up the staircase to his
private attic bedroom.
The end was near.
"I can't believe it!" Drake threw his jacket across the room in his and Josh's bedroom when the
family returned home from the graduation party.
"What's the matter, Drake?" Josh said who had the honor of carrying up both his and Drake's
gift bags.
"Mom and Dad pestering me to get a job at my own graduation party!"
"You could apply to a junior college before you decide to blow off the concept of higher
education." Josh got a full-scholarship at UCLA. He was going to continue to live at home to his
parent's money instead of forcing the dormitory issue.
"My music is important to me! And I already have two resignations from Julio and Mitch who
are going to college in other states!"
"They only want what's best for you." Josh opened up his drawer to take out some clean
jammie jams
"I'm 18 years old!" He grabbed his black t-shirt and gray checkered sleeping pants off the bed
"But an 18 year old without a plan---"
"Don't say anymore, Josh! And I get the bathroom first, and I'll tell you what I'm going to do
tomorrow and it's not going to be opening up the classified ads, I'm going to the beach, that's
right. I'm going to watch the hot bikini clad ladies pass by and I'm not going to do anything else
all day."
"What's going on in here?" Megan poked her head in. The Boobs didn't want her to bring the
can of temporary sleep that she purchased at an online
novelty shop did they?
"None of your business….." Drake pushed her out of the way so he could take the first shower.
"What's the matter with him?" Megan asked Josh
"I think he just found out that he has to grow up."
Yes, the end was near.
Author's Note: Thanks to Midie for the help. :)