Here's the new chapter! Enjoy!
Chapter 2
Months went by and Elmo's things were moved into a different room a few hallways down. Drake sighed in sadness, wondering why his brother moved out so suddenly. He felt so lonely. He jumped off the bed and went over to the his brother's door and knocked on it.
"Elmo?" He called. "~Do you wanna build a robot? Come on lets go and play!~" He bend over to look at the crack at the bottom of the door, hoping to see his brother. "~ I never see you anymore. Come out the door, it's like you've gone away-" He sat on his rear, waiting for him.
Elmo sat in the room by himself. Just sending at a few sparks and looking sadly back at the door. Wanting to let his brother in.
"~We used to be best buddies and now we're not. I wish you would tell me why!~" he tried to peak into the key hole. "~Do you wanna build a robot? It doesn't have to be a robot.~"
Elmo clenched his hands. "Go away Drake!"
Drake frowned sadly. "~Okay bye...~" he replied as he walked off.
Elmo went back to sulking when he accidently let out a bigger bolt without even realizing it.
"Oh no," he muttered to himself.
A few short years later a slightly older Drake, now wearing a black long sleeve shirt knocked on the door. His voice on the edge of hitting puberty. His eyes shinning in excitement. Maybe this would be the day that Elmo would come out and play with him!
"~Do you wanna build a robot? Or ride our bikes around the halls?~" He balanced on top of his head. "~I think some company is overdue, I started talking to the pictures on the wall!" he jumped off the couch and pointed clicked his tongue and gave an impersonating of a gun with this finger and thumb. "Hang in there Joan." He sighed as he laid on the ground, his feet resting on the grandfather clock, watching the pendulum moving back and forth. "~It gets a little lonely all these empty rooms, just watching the hours tick by-
(Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock)."
Elmo was panicking in his room. His electricity becoming more powerful. His parents were in his room, trying to calm down.
"It's getting worst!"
"It'll be okay," his father tried to sooth, taking a step closer.
"No!" Elmo exclaimed, moving away from his parents, arms tucked to his chest. "I don't wanna hurt you..."
The parent's at a loss resorted to a more desperate measure. They gave the boy rubber gloves in the hopes that this could prevent any further incidents. Life threatening or otherwise.
"Here, the gloves with help. Conceal..."
"Don't feel." The father and son finished together.
"That's my boy," he replied with a small smile.
Years passed and the boys grew into fine teenagers. Drake, now wearing a red shirt with a loose collar and a leather jacket went passed his brother's room, stopped for a moment, decided whether or not if he should knock, but decided to not and walked off with a sad expression. Before long the parents had to go on a trip. Meeting their sons separately about the departure to exchange good-byes.
"Have fun." Drake smiled, as he gave his mother a hug.
"Do you have to go?" Elmo asked, know where his long mullet like hair in a ponytail, along with a clean white shirt and a black business suit that appealed somewhat similar to his father's.
"You'll be fine." Mr. Sputterspark encouraged.
Mrs. Sputterspark gave her eldest son a hug a hug and said, "We'll be back in a week. Until then be careful and be safe."
Elmo nodded and said, "Okay mom."
Mr. Sputterspark and his wife left the main room with their bags and walked down to their yacht docked on their private dock. As their trip took off a terrible storm came across the ocean, shipwrecking the yacht and killing the parents. The town was devastated and the servants placed a black veil over the picture of the former mayor and his wife. Everyone was dressed in black as the funeral took place, all in silence. Drake wondered the hall, dressed in a black suit and cape. He went over and knocked on his brother's door.
"Elmo?" he called out quietly. "~Please, I know you're in there. People have been asking where you've been. They say "have courage", and I'm trying to I'm right out here for you, just let me in. We only have each other. It's just you and me, what are we gonna do?~" he looked down sadly. "~Do you wanna build a robot?~"
He slumped onto the ground. Elmo was on the other side of the door, hugging his knees with a forlorn look on his face. His entire room covered with soot that had been charred by his powers. He buried his head in his knees, wallowing in grief. The remaining servants did not dare bother Elmo anymore after that. They always waited for him to answer them first. Their father's will stated that Elmo as the eldest would inherit the family business, but that he must be at the age of 21 first. That was a full 3 years from now. Until then, the business would have to sustain itself.
For those 3 years he had kept himself busy with his family duties, trying to keep up the image, while still trying to hide his powers from everyone. He tried harder to make sure that his brother would not stumble upon him and kept himself distant by working as much as he could. Until such time the day had started slowing arriving.
- 3 years later-
The day of Elmo's coming of age had finally arrived and Drake was excited about it. For the first time in years, he would get to see his older brother again. At the very least, he was hoping that they could renew the days that they used to live. All the fun that they used to woke with the sun shining on his face. He yawned and frowned at the disturbance. He opened an eye and growled at the obtrusion before he suddenly sat up fully awake and smiled. Today was the day! It was Elmo's coronation to get the family business! He jumped out of bed and quickly changed out of his sleep wear, which was a black tanktop and a his skull boxers.
Since it was a special occasion kind of day, he started reaching for his business attire but pulled back when he remembered it was set for later that day. So instead he reached for sleeveless red shirt and camo cargo pants. Many may not have agreed with Drakes casual attire, but Drake could care less. He'd rather die than wear common "rich man" clothes. It's just who he was.
He ran out of his room, excitement coursing through his veins. He grabbed hold of a female servant's arm, who nearly dropped the amount of food that was in her hands. He took no notice only to proclaim happily, "It's coronation day!"
Drake landed in front of a couple of servants and said, "Didn't you guys hear? It's coronation day."
As he ran out, the servants merely rolled their eyes. Drake ran into the gallery and went to the picture of Joan and stared friendly like at her.
"Joan, you've been a good friend all these years. But now that the big day is here, I may finally have my brother back. I'll never forget the good times Joan. I hope you remember too," Drake said the inanimate painting.
He took off running once again. This was going to be so exciting! They could finally talk and hangout and they would finally get to meet people that weren't living in the mansion!
"~The window is open, so's that door. I didn't know they did that anymore. Who knew we owned eight thousand salad plates?~" He asked as a servant walked by with plates stacked high. "~For years I've roamed these empty halls. Why have a ballroom with no balls? Finally they're opening up the gates!~" He pushed the shatters of the windows opened, looking down at the people coming in.
The people were many. Characters of many species and races. What he did not see at first was a young Irish Setter and her weasel companion who were preoccupied elsewhere so we'll get to them soon enough.
"~There'll be actual real live people. It'll be totally strange. But wow, am I so ready for this change?~ He took off skipping down the hall. Feeling so relived that he won't be alone anymore. "~'Cause for the first time in forever. There'll be music, there'll be light. For the first time in forever. I'll be dancing through the night~"
Those words were odd, since he didn't even know how to dance, but it wasn't going to stop him from enjoying himself.
~"Don't know if I'm elated or gassy But I'm somewhere in that zone!~ He let out a small belch and said, "Maybe gas was part of it." "Cause for the first time in forever I won't be alone."~
The servants were busy cleaning as Drake went past them. Some didn't even look to him, indicating that this was a common thing for them.
"I can't wait to meet everyone!" He replied to himself. He gasped. "What if I meet... the one?"
An image of a girl coming up to him and them falling for each other fell into his mind.
"~Tonight imagine me gowned and all. Fetchingly chilled against the wall. The picture of sophisticated grace. Ooh! I suddenly see her standing there.~" He acted like he was associating with a bust of a female woman. "~A beautiful stranger, tall and fair. I wanna stuff some chocolate in my face!~" He turned and stuffed some of the chocolate sweets in his mouth.
"Save some for tonight," a voice shouted out.
At that Drake pretended to walk away, but once he was sure that no one was watching him, he snatched another chocolate and ran off like the wind. Only for the voice to shout once again.
"I saw that!" it said.
He skidded into another room. Then casually slide up to another bust, acting like he was socializing with it. "~But then we laugh and talk all evening, which is totally bizarre! Nothing like the life I've led so far!~"
He spun around as he walked through the hall. Knowing that he won't be invisible any longer.
"~For the first time in forever, there'll be magic, there'll be fun! For the first time in forever I could be noticed by someone!~"
"Don't we notice you all the time," asked a servant.
"You're just the help. You don't count," Drake said and continued on.
The servant stood there feeling a little offended.
"Urg kids!" the servant scoffed and went back to prepare for the day.
"~And I know it is totally crazy, to dream I'd find romance.~" He jumped off the couch and posed next to a picture. "~But for the first time in forever at least I've got a chance.~"
Elmo was in his room looking down at the scene. He observed the people coming in.
"~Don't let them in, don't let them see. Be the bad boy you always have to be,~" He went over to a desk, removed his cloves and picked up a small ceramic chest and a long candle stick."~Conceal, don't feel, put on a show.~" He looked down and saw that his powers started charring the items in his hands. He sat them down and placed his gloves back on. "~Make one wrong move and everyone will know~"
He focused and tried to remain calm. He also kept reminding himself that the future of his families business was at stake. And that if he screwed this up, it would mean disaster. Not to mention it could bring about deadly backlash against him and the rest of his family and business. There was no way he was going to let that happen. So he sucked up his courage and pulled away from the window.
"~But it's only for today,~" he told himself.
"~It's only for today,~" Drake echoed moving toward the doors of the Mansion.
"~It's agony to wait,~" the heir shuddered.
"~It's agony to wait!~" the younger sibling exclaimed as he waited for the doors to open.
One of the servants stood idly by with his nerves running wild. Invited to this special occasion were the leaders of a number of cartels. And for those that couldn't make it, they sent their children instead. And a number of them were as vicious as their parents. He was in the same hot water as the brothers were.
Elmo opened the door to his chambers, his face etched in determination. Several servants were standing on each side of the hallway waiting for him. "~Tell the doorman to open up...the gates!~"
"~The gates~" Drake smiled as he walked out, moving past the people that was coming in.
"~For the first time in forever"~ Drake sand once more as he went past the people who walked past him and into the mansion.
He was so deep into his singing, that he just narrowly missed stepping on a little boy who had tripped and fallen over, only to be picked back up by his mother.
She glared at Drake and said, "If he wasn't in the cartel, I'd have some choice words for him."
Elmo walked down the hall, keeping a recluse composer as he made his way to the doors. "~Don't let them in, don't let them see,~" he told himself.
Drake stood on top of the wall, hanging onto a light post as he looked at the sky. "~ I'm getting what I'm dreaming of!~
Elmo kept lecturing himself, not wanting to ruining his first impression and ruin his family's name. He couldn't mess this up. "~Be the bad boy you always have to be,~"
"~A chance to change my lonely world~" Drake turned and headed straight for the docks.
"~Conceal~" Elmo sang as he approached the doors.
"~A chance to find true love!~
Elmo kept his gaze ahead, shoving his fear down so it wouldn't show. "~Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know!~"
Drake spun around as he skipped around harbor.
"~I know it all ends tomorrow, So it has to be today!~" He got dangerously close to the edge of the dock. "~Cause for the first time in forever...
For the first time in forever~" He stood at the edge itself. "~Nothing's in my way~"
He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and he suddenly landed in a paddleboat, a bucket falling on top of his head with seaweed covering his eyes so he couldn't see what happened. He felt the boat start to tip, but a heavier force stopped it.
"Hey!" he called out.
"Oh I am so sorry," a female voice replied. "Are you okay?"
He wiped the seaweed off to see a tall female duck wearing a red dress with black hair going down her shoulders. Her foot had prevent the boat from falling off the edge. The sun was glimmering off her hair.
"Hey, I..ya...no. No. I'm okay." he stammered.
She laughed and said, "really? Cause from here it looks like you had a bit of a tumble."
Drake laughed himself and said, "Yeah well it's wet down here at the docks. You try walking around without slipping and sliding everywhere."
"And what about dancing?" She asked. "I saw you dancing quite a bit down here just a minute ago."
"That's another story," Drake answered.
"I'm Morgana MacCawber, of the MacCawber Clan." She replied, offering her hand for him to take it.
"Drake Mallard, or Sputterspark which ever you choose." He replied, taking it.
Her eyes widen in surprise. How could this duck be part of the Sputterspark family? He didn't act like was a part of one of the most dangerous and well known cartel.
"Sputterspark?" She curtsied, "My liege."
Drake gave her a bow and said, "So is your father around? I'd really like to meet the leader of the MacCawber Clan. I'd heard a lot about them."
Morgana shook her and said, "I'm sorry but I alone was sent on behalf of my older sisters. None of them could attend so I alone came."
Drake sighed and took Morana's hand.
"It's a shame. I would have liked to meet the rest of them. But at least I got to meet one," he said
"And one is enough," Morgana replied back."But you must be as important to get to run your family's cartel."
"Me?" Drake asked. "Oh no. That's not me. That's my older brother. I'm not as important, I'm just ordinary. Nothing special about me. Man you're hot," he blinked and asked himself in confusion, "Wait, what?"
Morgana blinked in confusion and said, "Huh? Are you okay? Is something wrong?"
Drake shook his head clear and said, "No. Nothing's wrong. Just uh... thought I said something wrong."
"Oh. Well I don't mind. I usually enjoy compliments," she said back.
Drake laughed at his own stupidity and said, "Right. Now where were we?"
Before they could get anywhere the bells started going off. Drake jumped and scrambled off the boat. "The coronation! I gotta go! I have ta- I gotta go!"
He started running off, smiling to himself. Maybe she was the one! He turned back and waved to her and ran to the mansion. "Bye!"
Back at the mansion, Elmo stood before the crowd and peered around. So many people. So many things that could go wrong. As he looked, he couldn't see any sign of Drake. Where was he? He was supposed to be here. It was as he began to walk that the doors opened behind him and in walked Drake in his business attire.
"Sorry I'm late. I was a little distracted," Drake said and took a seat nearby.
Elmo nodded. "At least you're here. Let's just hope this goes well."
"Sir?" The Accountant asked, motioning the heir to step up to preform the ceremony.
Elmo walked over and reached to grab the small chest and the candlestick, only to be stopped. Elmo looked up at him.
"Sir, your gloves."
Elmo gulped and pulled them off, sitting them down and took a hold of the chest and candlestick, looking out to the crowd and quickly to his hands and saw that they started to spark as the Accountant officially named him the owner of his father's business. As his new title was announced he sat the items down quickly before they could be blacken by his electricity and put on his gloves.
A couple of hours past and the planned reception was prepared and ready for the guests. The various cartel leaders along with known associates. Food and music from multiple cultures were present and everyone seemed to have a good time. The only thing that Drake was interested in was spending a little bit of time with Elmo. He spotted his brother standing by himself as the rest of the party went on. Drake walked on over to him and stood beside him.
Hi," the mallard smiled.
"Hi." The new Cartel lord replied awkwardly. "You like nice."
"You like nice..er, you know better than me..you are the new Cartel lord a-and everything...I-I'm rambling, I'll just shut up."
The electric-powered rat chuckled at his brother's awkwardness. How he missed being around him. As they conversed, an older looking woman approached Elmo.
"Ah young lord Elmo Sputterspark. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the representative sent by the Cartel of-" she began but was cut off.
"Weasletown? The most obn-," Drake began but was shushed by Elmo.
"Actually that's the city of Wesleton. It's a common mistake I suppose," she said back.
"We are pleased to have you here. I apologize for my brother's outburst." Elmo replied.
"It's quite fine. I was hoping for a dance," she requested.
"Oh I would love to my dear, but I cannot dance. But my brother would love to!"
Drake started to protest, but it fell on deaf ears as the woman dragged him to the dance floor and started dancing. He just stood their awkwardly, sending a glare at his older brother.
Drake put on a smile, but through a clenched whisper said, "I'll get him later. I mean it."
His dance partner didn't hear him seeing as she was practically dragging him all along the dance floor. Elmo couldn't help but laugh at his brother's predicament. Oh how he had missed laughing like this. All the antics that the boys used to go through. Those were the days. But then he kept remembering that night. When everything went awry.
He shook his head. No. It could be like that any more. He had to stay away to protect him. He could've afford hurting him again, or having the secret exposed. He watched his brother's predicament, smiling at what was going on.
The Cartel of Wesletown was not a very good dancer. She was doing a dance she called "The avian Peacock." The short mallard winced as she stepped on his foot.
"Speaking of which this is such a lovely city," she told him. "Why did they ever shut the gates in the first place?"
"I don't know," he replied.
"Oh, alright then."
Eventually she tired out and released Drake. Once Drake was sure she was out of ear shot, he released a sigh of relief. Relief that the dance was over. His relief turned to glee however once he saw Morgana enter the ballroom. Drake put the recent dance behind him and approached the girl.
He bowed and took her hand kissing it.
"Hello Ms. MacCawber, so glad that you could make it."
"I'm pleased to be here." Morgana replied, smiling at him.
Drake looked around once more and said, "So this is a party? Never thought I'd get the chance to really experience one."
Morgana shrugged and said, "They're normally kinda boring. Just dance and talk and sometimes eat. Nothing special really."
"Special for me. This is the first this estate has had in years," Drake said with enthusiasm in his voice.
Morgana quirked an eyebrow at him. "Really?"
He nodded. He looked at her then back at his brother. "If you excuse me, I need to talk to my brother will quickly. I'll be back shortly."
Morgana shook her head and turned away.
"Just give it a little time. Everything will be turn out for the best in the end," she said to herself quietly.
Drake went up and stood next to his brother.
"She was quite spritely." Elmo replied.
"Especially since she was wearing heels," he retorted.
"You okay?"
"Never better. I wish it was like this all the time."
"I do too. But it can't."
Drake looked at him in confusion. Why can't it be? He was the Lord now. He could make the choice if the gates could be open or not. He controlled the city!
"Well why not? If-"
"It just can't," Elmo replied imperatively.
Drake became a little more frustrated and was about to continue on, but Morgana decided to step in and pull the two away before things got to out of hand. She grabbed Drake's hand and pulled him away from the scene.
"Come on you. Why don't you show me around the estate? Maybe get to know each other," she suggested.
Drake nodded. "Of course."
He lead her around, showing her the home he had grown up and had been isolated in for years. They started to walk through the rose-garden then Morgana started to comment on his unusual black streak of feathers.
"What's this?"
"Oh my feathers? I was born that way. But for some reason I dreamt that I kissed by a troll."
"I like it." she smiled.
Drake let out a chuckle and said, "Really? Does it make me look like a bad boy."
Morgana chuckled back and said, "Maybe. But then again, I like bad boys."
Drake smiled. "Good."
After a heartfelt conversation, the two ducks were sitting on the balcony eating krumkake.
"The whole thing at once! You got it!"
Drake cringed and said, "Was it painful? Sounds like it?"
Morgana shrugged and said, "I don't know. The guy isn't even alive anymore."
"That's torture for ya I guess. Someone has to be the torturer and others have to be the torturee," Drake added."So how many sisters do you have?"
"Twelve older sisters, and three of them pretended that I didn't exist for a whole year!"
"That's terrible!" the shorter mallard replied, looking at her like her family was crazy.
"It's what sisters do."
"And brothers," he added. "Me and Elmo were really close when we were little, but then, one day, he just shut me out, and I never knew why."
Morgana stared for a moment and said, "Oh... and do you have an theories?"
Drake shrugged and said, "A few, but nothing I can remember that I did. It just happened."
"Some families can be like that," Morgana added.
"What is it?" Morgana asked.
"I think he has a special someone in his life that he doesn't want me to know about," Drake answered.
"That is crazy," Morgana said.
"But wait. There's more," Drake continued. "I... Well you see..." he took a deep breath. "~All my life has been a series of doors in my face, and then suddenly I bump into you!~"
"I was thinking the same thing," Morgana smiled, "~Just like I've been trying to find my own place. And maybe it's the party talking or the chocolate fondue~"
"~But with you~" sang Drake.
*~But with you~" Morgana sang at the same time.
"~I found my place..."~ Morgana sang as they walked inside.
"~I see your face...~" Drake continued.
"~And it's nothing like I've ever known before. Love is an open door! Love is an open door! Love is an open door!~" They replied in unison.
"~With you,~" He smiled.
"~With you,~" She replied taking his hands.
"~With you,~"
"~With you,~"
They pranced down the halls together, startling staff and random guests alike. Evidently these two were not the only ones bored by the party scene.
"~Love is an open door~" they smiled.
"~I mean it's crazy,~" Morgana began as Drake set her on the wall.
"What?" He asked, hopping up next to her.
"~We finish each other's,~"
"~Sandwiches,~" He ended, jumping down and helping her down.
It was a good thing no one heard them say that, seeing as no person wouldn't find that find that awkward.
"That's what I was gonna say!" Morgana replied.
They were balancing themselves on the edge of a fountain.
"~I've never met someone,~" Drake began.
"~Who thinks so much like me," The finished together. Then wrapped their pinkies around each other. "Jinx! Jinx again!" They stood on top of the clock tower, doing the robot dance. "~Our mental synchronization, can have but one explanation,~"
A few guests down below saw the top together on the clock tower and some began to panic and another started chanting, "Jump jump jump jump." A memeber of the Cartel guard pulled him away and out of sight.
Drake took her hands, and looked up at her with a smile.
"~You,~" she started.
"~ And I~"
"~Were~
"~Just~"
"~Meant to be~" They finished together.
"~Say goodbye...~" Drake sang.
"~Say goodbye...~" Morgana sang as well as they were back on the ground.
"~To the pain of the past. We don't have to feel it anymore.~" They sang together.
"~Love is an open door! Love is an open door! Life can be so much more!~"
"~With you,~" Drake beamed, pointing a finger at her.
"~With you,~" she copied.
"~With you~"
"~With you~"
"~Love is an open door," They finished, staring into each other's eyes.
"Can I ask you something crazy?" he asked. He got down on knee. "Will you marry me?"
Morgana's eyes went wide at that statement.
"Already. It's still early in the evening. I thought it'd be later," she said.
Drake smiled and said, "But I can tell already, that YOU are the one."
Morgana smiled and said, "Yes! Yes I will!"
The two ducks went back into the ballroom, and went straight up to Elmo. Drake moved and introduced Morgana. "Morgana MacCawber of the MacCawber clan."
"Nice to meet you my lady." Elmo replied.
"We would like-" Drake began.
"-Your blessing-" Morgana took over.
"-Of-"
"Our wedding," the finished together.
"Marriage?" Elmo asked. "I'm sorry I'm a little confused."
"What's to be confused about?" Drake asked.
Elmo rolled his eyes and said, "Well when did you two meet?"
"This morning," Morgana answered.
"So you two just met today?" asked Elmo.
"Yes," the couple answered.
"We haven't got it all planned out," Drake replied, "But we'll have soup, and cake, and ice cream, and then-"
"Wait, would we live here?" Morgana asked him.
"Here?" Elmo asked.
"Absolutely," Drake answered. "We can invite all twelve of your sisters!"
"No." Elmo replied firmly.
"I'm sure we have the room..." Drake replied.
"I mean there will not be a wedding."
"What? What do you mean no wedding?" Drake asked.
Elmo turned with anger starting to build.
"What I mean is, that I do not bless this union. You cannot marry into someone that you don't know," Elmo answered.
"You can if it's true love," Drake retorted.
"You don't know anything about true love."
"Neither do you! All you do is shut people out!"
"You asked for my blessing and I said no. This conversation is over." The new Cartel lord replied, and started to walk off. "The party is over, shut the gates."
"Wait, Elmo, wait!" Drake called then grabbed his glove, pulling it off.
"I said enough!" Elmo shouted and tried to grab his glove. "Give me my glove back Drake!"
Drake held it away from Elmo and said, "Not until you tell me what is wrong."
"You wouldn't understand," Elmo fired back.
"Cause you never talk to me. So talk now," Drake continued. "I can't live like this anymore!"
"I said 'Enough'!" Elmo shouted, moving his glove-freed hand in a striking motion, sending electricity out and creating an electric barrier, separating the two brothers.
Everyone gasped and gazed at him in horror. Drake backed up, eyes wide in fear. Elmo's eyes widen. He just used his powers in front of everyone and almost hurt his little brother! He backed up.
"Sorcery..." the Cartel of Wesletown hissed, suddenly despising her trading partner's new heir.
Elmo slipped out the door and ran as fast as he could to get out of the city. He couldn't be around anyone. He didn't want to hurt anyone, especially his younger brother again. As he stepped out, the guests hanging around in the court yard cheered as he appeared. All this did was distress Elmo even more. The tension he felt increased, especially as the guards of the Wesleton representative appeared behind him. As they called out to him, he turned to them with a raised hand and accidentlly struck the ground that they stood on, leaving a smoking hole in the ground.
"No! I didn't mean-" Elmo started until the Weselton woman appeared in the doorway.
"Monster! MONSTER!" she yelled out.
Elmo! Wait!" Drake called, running up next to her.
But Elmo didn't. Instead he ran out of the city. Panic welled in his body. He can't go back. He can't. He'd almost hurt to many people. And with that, he made is mind up to never go back again, to assure that everyone, Drake, and the business, would be safe from him.