AN: I finally got out chapter 2. Woo! *air fist punch of victory* Hope you all enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I still don't own any part of this movie or the characters.
"Well, that's unfortunate."
Drake no longer had the same accent. Dave noticed a blue gem glowing on Drake's finger where his old ring should have been.
"Like my new jewelry?" he smirked.
He waved his hand around and everthing around them froze. Dave remained gawking. Drake face slid over and was replaced by the one of his true form. Horvath.
"You!" Dave scathed. "Where's Drake?"
"Right here," Horvath said, looking like Drake again.
"The real Drake."
"Why would you want that moron?"
Horvath was himself again.
"Because I-I..." Dave couldn't finish the sentence, not in front of Horvath, no way he would let that slip.
"You better go make sure he's okay."
"What? If you hurt him, I swear..."
Horvath disappeared.
"Come and get me," he yelled form outside the bar as the people began moving again.
"...I'll kill you."
Dave saw him walk around a corner into an alley. He followed Horvath. They now stood across from each other.
"What were you trying to make me forget?" Dave yelled.
He started a plasma bolt in either of his hands.
"All of it. Magic. You could go back to before Balthazar found you again. Before all this insanity happened. Isn't that what you've wanted?"
Dave launched the plasma bolt at Horvath, knocking him against the wall. He landed on his feet.
"That all you got?"
"I hope not."
This reminded him so much of the fight with Morgana, but this time there were no power houses to help out. Dave remembered all the new curses and spells he learned from the Incantus. He immobilized the man so that he could only move his mouth.
"Where is Drake?" Dave hissed.
Horvath laughed. Dave shot him with another plasma bolt. If Horvath could have moved his face, he would have been wincing terribly.
"Better find him soon," Horvath taunted.
Dave took the old sorcerer's ring off and shot him with a large plasma bolt. Horvath pursed his lips to keep from shouting out. Those things seriously hurt when you couldn't defend yourself. Dave began forming a fireball.
"Where-is-he?"
The fireball grew with each word Dave spat out. Horvath just laughed. Dave slammed the fireball into his chest and allowed Horvath to move again. The man writhed and laughed until the moment he died.
"Insane..." Dave muttered as he picked up he singed top hat walked away from the smoldering, black skeleton.
He turned and looked back at it. Dave realized that he just killed a man that was over a thousand years old, that he just killed Horvath. That this could all stop now. He walked back to the parking lot and got into the silver car. Dave placed the still smokin hat on the passenger seat. He decided to go to the penthouse to look for Drake, where he last saw him. Dave called Balthazar. No answer.
"Balthazar, meet me at Drake's penthouse. Horvath is dead. I'll explain when you get there."
Dave started the car and drove. When he arrived at the penthouse, Balthazar's car was already parked outside, but he and Veronica remained in it. Upon noticing Dave, the couple exited the car.
"I got your message. Horvath is dead?"
"Yeah, I killed him," a stony-faced Dave said as he marched to the door of the Empire State Building without looking at Balthazar.
"Dave, what's going on?"
He sounded worried.
"Nothing, come on, I'll explain in the elevator."
Veronica and Balthazar followed Dave into the elevator.
"So...?"
"So what, Balthazar?" Dave snapped, tears welling in his eyes. "Isn't there something you can do to read my mind?" He looked down, a single tear fell to the floor.
"Well, yes."
"Then fucking do it!"
Dave dropped to the floor and brought his knees to his chest. Balthazar looked into Dave's thoughts from the moment he and Drake left the lab. He saw it all, how Drake was different when he returned to the car, Dave's interrogation of Horvath which led to Dave killing him.
"Oh, I see..." Balthazar trailed off, no knowing how to react to all that Dave had been through in the last hour.
The elevator chimed, alerting them that they had arrived at their destination.
"Drake! Drake!" Dave called, leaping up and running into penthouse.
Balthazar and Veronica began searching also. They looked everywhere, in all the props, underneath or inside anything that could or couldn't hide a person. There was one room left now. The bedroom. Dave walked in cautiously. There were splatters on blood on the carpet and walls.
"Drake?" Dave whispered.
He followed the red splatters. Dave rounded the bed and saw all the trails, drops, and splaters of blood leading to Drake lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood. His body was contorted and there were gashes in his skin and clothes. Dave fell to his knees and pulled Drkae into his lap.
"Drake?" Dave shook the man. "Drake?" Dave shook him again, beginning to get worried, Drake's head lolled back. "Drake!"
AN: I'm rather proud of how this chapter turned out. I better get started on chapter 3!