Heyy guys! I am very happy to introduce a new story about my favourite GONE character of all time...Drake! (Obviously).
So, without further ado, I give you Sadistic! Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER:I don't own GONE. (Yeah, I wish...)
It was an odd silence. The kind of silence that could make someone go crazy if, you know, they weren't already. The streets echoed with the reverberations of his old beat-up converse slapping the worn ground with each short step he took.
He couldn't quite grasp the concept of why he was leaving, he just knew somewhere in his mindset that it was something he had to do. At least, that's what his parents kept telling him.
All of this just because he shot some kid in the knee. They definitely weren't going to let him get away with that as they so easily had for all of his stunts before.
It just wasn't the same as cutting the annoying boy who kept asking for him to pass the glue's hand with scissors in kindergarten or stabbing the girl who asked him to be her valentine in grade 4 with a pencil. No. Not when those could easily be passed off as accidents.
But, getting a gun and shooting it purposely at that stupid kid just didn't have accident written all over it like the others did. No, because getting a gun, taking it off of the safety and pulling the trigger just wasn't something that you could accidentally do. It just didn't happen that way.
They had just parked the car and were currently walking towards the large looming school. He was definitely in awe as he gaped up at it. This was where he'd be staying? This was the school his parents had chosen to send him to? The school for bad kids?
It looked like a castle straight out of his history textbooks with is tall archways and huge brass sculptures. Oh, and how right there, smack in the middle, was a massive bronze sign that displayed the name of his new school: Coates Academy in wrought iron letters and the school's Latin motto: ad augusta, per angusta. He didn't even care that his parents were shipping him off here so they didn't have to deal with his sadistic impulses anymore. All he wanted to do was get inside and see his room and maybe later go and find someplace secluded enough so he could practice shooting with the small revolver he had smuggled along.
"Well, this it it!" His mom gestured towards the school. "Please try not to get into any trouble while you're here. This is your last chance." She happily gave him over to the Headmaster and hurriedly rushed her way out like she just couldn't wait to leave her only child behind forever.
"He'll be in good hands," the Headmaster called aimlessly after her. "Now, let's get you all set up," She addressed him as though she had had a lot of experience with dealing with that kind of kid. The kind that this school was apparently famous for breaking."Let's see...room 207 I believe. Follow me." He hesitantly followed along behind her, lugging his heavy suitcase carrying all of the necessary personal items on the Coates' list that had come in the mail shortly after his parents had made their hushed phone calls.
After walking up a huge winding staircase onto the second floor where all of the student residence was located. "And here we are," She said, opening his dorm room's door with a flourish. "Room 207. Your brand-new bedroom." He peered past her into a spacious room that looked to also be the home of another student. "Now, I'll give you a minute to get introduced with your roommate...Mr. Gentrailles?" A beefy-looking kid waddled over to where they were standing.
"Yes, Headmaster Grace?"
"I'd like you to meet your new roommate. I'll let you two handle the introductions. If you could show him around the school later, I'd greatly appreciate it." As she turned to leaver, she noticed him still skulking in the doorway. "Well, go on then. Oh, and remember to stop by the office on your way to dinner and collect your class schedule. I hope you enjoy your stay at Coates'. Good day, both of you." With that thought voiced, she dismissed them and was gone.
Beefy kid turned to face him. "Well, now that she's gone let's-"
"Oh, please. Skip the introductions. Like, what are you? The welcome committee?" He snickered.
"W-what?" Beefy kid stuttered. What had happened to the nice-looking shy kid that he'd just met?
"You don't even look that tough. What did you get sent here for? Eating 2 portions at dinner? Like, you've got to be kidding me!" He erupted into laughter at his own joke.
"Uh..." The kid looked terrified.
"Whatever," He composed himself and gestured towards the comfier-looking bed."I want this one."
"Well, that's actually my bed and-"
"Listen, if you're smart, you'll stay outta my way. I don't take no shit from anyone. Got it?"
"I g-get it."
"Good. Now move your stuff."
"O-okay." He shuffled over to the bed and began transferring his stuff over to the other one instead.
"What's your name, again?" He questioned.
"T-timothy."
"Well, T-timothy." He mocked, mimicking his nervous stutter. "You have a lot of adjusting to do if you expect me to put up with you. So, just so we don't have any mistakes, here are some rules. I'll make them simple so your little brain can understand. Let's see...Rule 1: you don't touch me. Rule 2: you don't come onto my side of the room at any time. Rule 3: under no circumstances do you ever, and I mean ever, touch my stuff, Failure to follow any of these rules will result in a quite violent beating that I will not pretend that I don't enjoy. Do you get it?"
Timothy nodded nervously, unsure where this was going.
"Good, I'm glad that we see eye-to-eye on this. Now, any questions?"
"Just one. Who are you, again?"
"Drake. Drake Merwin." He replied, smiling a scarily shark-like smile that twisted his normally handsome features so that that they looked deranged and creepy. "Now, let's get started on that tour, shall we?"
Now that you're clearly done reading, please review! Review, review, review! Even if you think that it sucked, tell me what I coudl improve on. I don't even care! Just reveiew!
Oh, yah! And also tell me if I shoudl keep this going or leave it as a one-shot. I'm waiting to hear from you!
Love you all!
As Always,
Without A Remedy
