Disclaimer: I still do not own this series. ^.^
So obviously, this story takes place before Drake 'dies.' I forgot to mention that before. I have read "Lies," and if my story turns out well, this story may continue through "Lies." I have not updated in awhile, but hey, life is hectic and I love my friends. Reviews on if I should continue would be nice. Suggestions on songs/ideas/anything are all welcome.
Warning-the second part of this chapter is very sexual, yet oddly contributes greatly to Drake's character.
Song quotes at the beginning: On my Own –by Saosin
"In these day dreams
You take over me
Can I make it on my own
Will I ever feel my limbs again
Is this all in my mind
Can I make it on my own
Will I ever feel that way again
Am I losing my mind?"
She laughed. Bittersweet and almost defeated. The whip held her neck too tightly; she could barely breath. With a strangled inhale, she whispered, "I know you're stronger than me, Drake. You can kill…without regret." Her black ringed snake eyes danced to his face, seductively in a weaker, vulnerable fashion. Kali knew how to survive. She knew when to talk, how to talk, how to look, when to touch… She ran a hand down his chest tentatively.
His breath hitched, and she smirked as his eyes swept her body, lingering none too subtly on her bare chest. His pulse quickened, "Damn right, fucking whore." Her tiny hand grabbed his cheek, forcing him gently to look at her face, where her serpentine emeralds glinted playfully and her blood-painted lips held a smirk.
And she knew when to take control. She choked out, "But you can't kill me now. I'm useful to both Caine and you in too many ways. Meat. Zombie armies. I can strike fear into the hearts of your enemies. I can make dead bodies crawl all over Sam, pretty Astrid too."
The whip's grip on her throat slackened. Drake's eyes burned with fury at Sam's name. He stared at the girl through the dark, "What is your aim, Kali?"
Another blood red smirk, "Revenge on behalf of my beauty." She turned her back to him, running a jagged nail down the blackened monstrosity that violated her back and gleamed more hideously due to angry whip marks. Her voice came out high, innocent, "I'm a narcissist, Drake. Crimes against my vanity must suffer. Sam did this to me. I will do something to Sam that will destroy him as well." She turned, her small hand touched his whip lightly before pulling away, "You know what it is like…." She rose, snatching her breast wraps and securing them around her as Drake watched, still kneeling on the ground. She left him.
He had avoided her. For a day, he did not set eyes on Kallistrate Wakely. Why? The bitch made him remember. He leaned his head against the wall of the shower, letting water pound down onto his naked form. It was nearly three AM, and he was alone in the dormitory style shower room. He stared at his body through the dim lightning. Chest-strong. Abdominal muscles-defined. Legs-agile. Biceps-hard. But the hand. The slithery tentacle that coiled down his leg. His whip. Yes, it brought him the power to torture, and he loved that power. People would tremble before the sheer brutality of his whip. He even claimed to favor his whip over his lost hand. Drake, the infamous, heartless Drake, did. Yet, the way Kali spoke of it made it seem…. Drake was always attractive. He had a nice, lean yet muscular build, long, shaggy hair, a fierce angular face with high cheekbones, and cold, sadistic eyes. He laughed darkly as he recalled how girls once swooned over him. The daring ones even approached him. Of course, all received rejection: none deemed up to par. He did not want "love." But he wanted to still be the hot, untouchable, badass sadist, not the grotesque, deformed freak. His good hand traveled down to his penis, brushing the tip as he shuddered. No girl would ever want down his pants again.
Rape seemed to evolve into his only means through getting a girl. He laughed, again, at the thought of the eyes of a girl like Diana a he plunged it into her mercilessly. But, to the girl, it would be like being raped by an octopus. His hand ran up and down his shaft, rubbing and squeezing. He wanted a girl to beg for him. He imagined Diana's hands running across his dick. He squeezed himself harder. She smiled up at him as she took his whole throbbing cock into her mouth. He bit back a moan as rubbed more furiously. He imagined Diana, with her dark hair, lapping up his juices.
Masturbation. He had barely done it before his whip hand. Now, it was an addiction. His whip twitched and slashed across his inner thigh, drawing blood from his thigh and right ball. He howled in pain. Masochism. He rubbed his balls with his hand as the whip coiled around his penis, pumping it forcefully. He imagined pounding Diana, forcing his length into her searing hot hole. He moaned as he orgasmed, spilling cum onto the shower floor. Diana's gorgeous lust-filled face gave way to the cruel, taunting face of Kali.
His eyes snapped open. There she stood, leaning against the entrance to the shower room with a smirk on her face. She wore a black mini-dress with thigh-high striped socks. Drake instinctually covered himself and growled. She tugged lightly on her septum ring, playing with it as she spoke, "Sorry to interrupt your time with 'Diaaaanaaa,'" She drew the girl's name out as she fanned herself mockingly.
Drake snarled at her ferociously, "What the fuck do you want?"
Kali held up her hands placatingly, "Look. Caine sent me to come find you. We're going on a reconnaissance mission in Perdido together."
Drake glared, "Fine. Then leave me. I'll find you when I'm ready."
She folded her arms over her chest cockily, "Oh I'm sorry! You and Diana need more time together." She snickered, "And be a man and don't cover yourself. I saw you freaking jack off, Drake. Oh, and your dick is not as big as your ego."
Drake blushed for half a second, "Shut up, Kali. Leave before I kill you."
She giggled as she skipped out of the bathroom "Have fun, Drake!"
He nearly pounded his head into the wall. She had watched him… He desperately hoped she would not tell Diana that he moaned her name. He did not 'love' Diana or anything. She was just hot…and beautiful…and stood up to him. She demeaned him, but she did not cower before him.
He met Kali in the Coates hallway. He had dressed in jeans and a black shirt. Kali remained in her black dress with its ample display of cleavage. She had tied her black hair with its acid streaks up into two, fluffy pigtails. Combined with her combat boots, lip piercing, and septum ring, she resembled a cute little doll trying to seem dangerous. She held a cloak out to Drake to conceal his whip hand and face. He grudgingly adorned the article. Caine waited at the door. He nodded grimly to Kali as an invisible force flung the door open. Evidently, he had given Kali the mission details. The two silently exited the Academy, beginning their venture into enemy lands. The night still lingered over the FAYZ, providing a cloak for the two.
Once out of the Coates' driveway, Drake confronted Kali, "If you tell Diana, or Caine, or anyone about what you saw…I will break your every bone…one by one."
She smirked, "Awe. Drake doesn't want anyone to know about his fantasies of his goddess, Diana, or how tiny his dick is!"
"I'm not fucking small!" He screamed through grit teeth.
"Sure. Whatever."
He grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her against him harshly, "You know I'm better than any boy you've ever seen; and I can fuck you up worse than they can even imagine. His hot breath blew into her face.
She wrinkled her nose, "First off, you have bad breadth. And second, stop pretending to be so badass. You think you're the only fucked up sadist in the world. I've known guys that would make you cry." He got closer to her, threateningly. She glared up at him with an annoyed expression, "I'm from fucking Los Angeles. The poor side. You get sent to some prissy, rich kid academy for shooting someone in the thigh. In L.A….you see people die by gunshot every other day. I know a twelve year old prostitute whose ten year old brother sells weed. My own brother got raped by boys. Enter the real world, Drake. You're not some big, tough shit with some horrifying sob story," her words exited like stabs of ice.
He glowered at her, "Don't tell me what I've been through and how it compares. You don't know what its like to be me…"
She brought up her hands and pushed on his chest, recreating distance between the two, "Look. I don't care about you, and you don't care about me. Let's just do our mission." She started to walk away from him as he stared at her back. She held scary similarities to Diana, yet she seemed less soft and feminine in both her appearance and disposition. She held more hate in her, and her eyes beheld the world with more cold, calculating experience. Diana enjoyed playing with people's hearts and minds. In the end, Diana could not slaughter without remorse. For some reason, Drake knew that Kali could.
They walked on in silence for Perdido Beach. Kali, arriving at boredom, attempted conversation, "So what is your story? You know the whole why you shot the kid?"
Drake's icy eyes darted to her as he walked on, "I thought you didn't care about me and my story." The sentence came out harshly. Light began to spill out from somewhere in the dome. Daybreak illuminated the highway that the two teenagers transcended. Eerie shadows cast by the dawn played on the road and on the faces of the boy and the girl.
Kali sighed. She spun on her toes, like a dancer to face him, "I'm bored. You're story has to entertain me somewhat, right?"
Drake grunted as he watched her. She had taken to skipping down the road and stopping to twirl every few seconds, "What the Hell are you doing? Are you mental?"
She smiled as she spun again, "Nope. Just desperately, desperately bored. Entertain me, Drake. Come on, race me down the road!"
He stared at her, "You are so fucking bipolar. Weren't you just bitching at me a few minutes ago? You are one of those evil dolls that kill things and then skip away giggling. You're the fucking psycho."
She tilted her head to the side and laughed, "It's called 'emotions', Drake. Normal humans have a lot of emotions. And right now, I'm feeling playful, so come on and run with me."
Drake raised an eyebrow, "I can murder you Kali, murder. What don't you understand about that?"
A burst of light showed on her face from the rising sun on the deserted highway, "Have some fun, for once in your life, Drake. Weren't you ever a kid, or were you always this brooding, plotting empty casket?"
Drake's left eye twitched, "Did you just call me a casket?"
She smirked, "Hell yeah. What are you going to do about it?"
Drake smirked in response, "I'll have to kill you."
"Then, catch me!" She took off in a full sprint down the road. Drake ran after her. He was faster and caught her in a matter of seconds. He tackled her roughly, causing her to fall against the pavement and scrape up her back. He glared down at her predatorily. She laughed at him.
He glared and lowered his face closer to hers, "Shouldn't you be frightened? A scary man with a deformed arm is holding you to the ground, and he's angry." He hissed demonically against her neck.
She smiled up at him, "Really, Drake? I know you're not angry. You just want to play cat and mouse, and I'm not playing along."
"You have the mentality of a five year old…"
Kali attempted to shrug, but found herself incapable due to his weight on top of her. "You should…really get up."
He smirked darkly as he lowered more pressure onto her small frame, "And why's that?"
Kali made a face, "You're crushing my boobs…" She paused as he smirked, "And…Perdido Beach's gas station is right over there." She reclined her head back to look at a gas station behind her, close enough to see, yet I not too close. However, if they headed any further down the road, anyone at the gas station could see them.
Drake jumped up for the second reason. He pulled his hood over his head and glared darkly at the gas station, "They probably have guards…."
Kali nodded in agreement as she stood, "You're too well known to just waltz past them. Do you want me to take them out? One by one so as not to alert an alarm?"
Drake stared at her for a moment, "Are you killing or knocking unconscious?"
"Unconscious. It will cause less of an uproar and then we wont be discovered as easily."
Drake glanced at her briefly, "Can you really take them down?"
Kali smirked, "Of course." She reached into the cloak she had given him to wear and pulled out a set of binoculars, "Here. Watch me, if you don't think I can do it." With that, she made her way down the road. She forced her walk into an odd sort of limp. His mind wondered if this was all some sort of trap for him. Would she betray him? Was she the rat he thought she was? Drake watched her as she limped over to the gas station. Three kids with guns guarded it. One, a girl remained inside, while the two boys waited outside. Kali rushed over to them in her strange limp-walk. Her movements seemed frantic. The boys ran over to help her, dropping their guns. In a swift motion, Kali but her fist behind the skull of one of the boys and crashed her elbow into his forehead. He fell instantly. The second boy attempted to run, but Kali caught his feet in a kick to the ankles. He fell, and she slammed a rock into the side of his skull, not hard enough to kill, but hard enough to incapacitate him. The girl came darting out of the building. She fired at Kali as Kali ran to her. A bullet lodged itself in Kali's left arm. Kali clutched her arm for a moment in agony. The girl approached her, prodding her with the gun. Kali, however, had not finished fighting. In a single movement, she tore the gun from the girl's grip and pistol-whipped the girl. She repeated the gesture until the girl fell unconscious. Drake now knew Kali could and would kill if she so desired.
Kali's hand tightened around her arm as she made her way back to Drake. Her heart pumped wildly, and she looked in pain. Drake extracted a knife from his pants pocket. He cut open Kali's arm and surgically removed the bullet as she screamed and cried in pain, clawing into his whip arm vigorously. He then ripped off part of his shirt and tied it around Kali's arm tightly to act as a tourniquet to stop the bleeding. The two exchanged no words. He enjoyed the feel of Kali's blood between his fingers. He enjoyed the way she clutched at him so desperately and cried so openly. He discovered something useful that day: Kali was not immune to pain. "That's right, Kali, crawl to me, like the little roach you are, when you feel pain." Kali looked so…young and innocent when she expressed pain.
She glared darkly and delivered a vicious and swift kick to his rib cage. The force of the kick knocked the wind out of him. He took a few strangled breaths to get his breathing back to normal, "I could have let you die, you fucking bitch." He grabbed her wrist and through her against the cement harshly. Unfortunately, she twirled and caught her balance.
"Yeah…but you enjoy my company too much for that."
He scoffed, "You're delusional."
The two decided to hide in a wooded area near the gas station until nightfall fell on Perdido Beach. Neither Drake nor Kali possessed the stealth to spy undetected in Perdido Beach during the day. Upon arriving at the trees, Drake sat on a fallen log and shielded his eyes from the sun, as he glanced to the sky to determine the time, "Where did you learn to fight?"
Kali, caught off guard by Drake's sudden question, hesitated before responding, "I took classes…ever since I was six. I like fighting…It empowers me."
Drake just nodded. He laid across the log and watched Kali with a bored expression.
Kali sat down in the grass, observing the nature around her, "You know, I like nature more than people…"
He just stared at her blankly.
Kali shrugged, "People…annoy me."
"Like you're annoying me?"
She grinned, "Yeah. Like that." She crawled over to the log and looked up at him, "What do you enjoy in life, Drake?"
"Causing pain to annoying goth girls with piercings when they don't shut up." Why the fuck did she bother him? He just wanted to sleep!
Kali rolled her emerald eyes, "You know…I think you lie about yourself a lot. You build yourself up to sound like some scheming monster. I mean, I get that you like to cause pain. Hell, bdsm is hot. I still think there is more to you, however."
Drake rolled onto his stomach to look at her, "There's a lot more to me, but you're never going to know about it. And you like bdsm?"
Kali smirked, "I may have my playful, happy moods…but, I'm still the conniving bitch that teases the fuck out of you and can summon the dead."
"Wonderful. You're a fucking split-personality whore of the dead."
Kali laughed, "Hey, at least I don't yell Diana's name while touching myself and whipping myself in the groin. You're just a sadomasochist obsessed with your only friend's girl."
Drake's whip latched around her neck, "Don't make me slit your throat." The threat came heavily and dangerously.
Kali just sighed as she messed up his hair playfully. Drake lashed as her neck, creating a thin line of blood. "You can't avoid the truth by hurting me Drake."
Drake growled, "You just fucking lie, Kali." He closed his eyes. He thought of Diana. At one point in time, he wanted the pretty girl as his and his alone. But Caine was more powerful, more charming…Drake was insane. He knew it. A psychopath through and through, he dreamt of torture and pain. He got hot off of torture, craved it. He wanted to hurt Diana. He wanted to feel her shake and cry. He wanted her to plead with him for her life. His burning passion to wrong her got stronger with each day.
Kali sighed again, "You love Diana…don't you?"
Drake growled at her, "What the fuck! I hate Ladris. I want her dead."
"Love and hate are one in the same. Both are extremes. Both are obsessive emotions that take hold of a body. Take your hatred for Sam. You love yourself, and you loved your arm. You want revenge on Sam because he killed something you loved, ie your arm. I know Diana did not take anything great from you…"
"You're wrong, Kali. I am incapable of love."
"Love isn't always pure…it can be twisted, dark, and depressing, Drake."
"Whatever." Drake Merwin did not love. Those hideous, foul words would never escape his lips. He hated too much to love. His insanity and the Darkness within him strangled him too much to love. Everyday, he lost more of his mind. Everyday, the Darkness chipped more of his soul away. The sickest thing about it all? He enjoyed the Darkness's hold on him.
Kali started to speak, "I don't actually believe in normal love. I only believe in hate-love. Other forms aren't strong enough to even culminate to the amount of passion required to love." Drake half listened to her words as he mulled his thoughts over. She suddenly laughed, "Ah. I sound like a romantic. Love outside of hate is dead. And hate-love always ends in death."