Disclaimer: I, Gracy, am a character out of Blondie's mind. Michael Grant does own Gone, Hunger, and Lies, but he is still a loser because he doesn't have me.
ARandomBlonde: Gracy! What are you doing? You're not even in this story!
Me, Gracy: I have developed super psychic powers that allow me to go into other Gone stories! I am going to take over the FAYZ…
ARandomBlonde: Evil little (insert naughty word here to have desired effect). She is going to ruin my drabbles. *grumble*
I, Gracy, run off into the distance, singing lolli pop, as ARandomBlonde chases me with a base ball bat.
Hyperactive Lioness: Thank you. Drake might sorta come back.
Caris L. Clearwater: I did mean good-bye. Oops. And there was a spoiler alert on the summary. Sorry!
Leslieisfiction: Thank you! Your drabble is first.
Permanently: Yours is second! Thank you!
Just a Child
She was just a child. Drake couldn't stop himself from remembering it. A very young child, the one he loved. Drake could never forgive himself for caring. Caring is for weak people, caring makes people weak. At least that's what Drake told himself. But no matter what he told himself, he still wanted to protect Pixie. She was so young, and Drake had always wanted a little sister. He promised he would always take care of his new little sister. She was such a sweet little girl…
Risk
He couldn't do it. He couldn't pull that trigger. Couldn't watch that bullet saw through his flesh. Couldn't watch the boy he loved die. Underneath it all, Quinn loved Drake. And Quinn would risk his life for Drake, risk Mary and the pree's lives, and risk anything and everything for the boy who would never love him back. Brianna tried to kill Drake; Quinn couldn't let her kill him. He couldn't. Quinn would never be sure about how much she knew or guessed. Did Brianna know Quinn was in love with Drake?
Just A Bit
It was wrong. So wrong. Lying to Caine about Drake. And oh so tempting. Diana pretended to hate Drake, but when Drake held her she knew it was a lie. Her "love" for Caine was only to help Drake win the battle that was coming. When Diana closed her eyes, she saw Drake's face hovering behind her eyelids. 'Just a bit longer, Diana. Just pretend until we grow powerful enough to crush him.
Addict
Sam thought the Darkness haunted her; He couldn't be farther from the truth. She was haunted by Drake. She hated him as a drug addict hated heroin. Needing to quit, but never quiet having the guts to. She always told herself, 'Just one more hit.' Because Lana needed the way Drake held her, she needed the way he hurt her, and she needed the way he made live for one more day. Lana wanted him dead so she could leave this wretched FAYZ. Lana wouldn't die until her drug supply ran out.
Fool
Her prince. Her master. Her god. Drake was the master, Drake was the prince, and Drake was the god. She was only a puppet, a toy, a doll. Even though Astrid knew this, she loved him. Astrid the genius, a fool for love. A fool for Drake. When Drake held her; she forgot Sam, she forgot Little Pete, even forgot her name. All she knew was his arms.
I'm leaving for a month long trip. If you review before the 30th , I'll write your drabble on the trip.