But something was incredibly wrong.

He wasn't being Drake.

"Drop him!" Sam yelled at her, and she flinched.

"But-" Dekka struggled, but Sam pushed her. She let gravity have its grip back on Drake, and he cried as he fell to the ground like a rock. He didn't move after he hit the ground.

"Shit, she's awake." Astrid said, pointing at Anabel, "Edilio! Make sure she doesn't break the rope!"

Sam turns to Anabel, who woke up to Drake's screaming. Anabel looks up at him, confused.

"Sam? What-" She realised her hands were tied behind her back, and looks at the others, distraught.

She also realised she wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Anabel," Sam said to her, cautiously. "Did Drake rape you?" Brianna looked at him, annoyed.

"I told you!" Brianna said angrily, "It's so obvious. Drake is a frigging psychopath. It's not like she would get naked for him willingly."

Anabel looked at her, shocked. "What? No!" She yelled, "He didn't rape me."

"Well then what happened?" Brianna said cockily, putting her hands on her hips, nodding at Anabel's naked chest. Anabel bit her bottom lip again, and didn't respond.

"Put a shirt on her." Edilio said, "Give her some dignity." Astrid took off her jumper and gave it to Anabel. She just hung it over her shoulders.

Dekka looked at Sam, distressed. "Sam, I think I killed him."

"Good." Sam said angrily, focussed on keeping Anabel at bay.

"You killed him?" Anabel knew who they were talking about. "You killed him!?" Sam looked at her cautiously. What should he say?

Did Anabel actually care about him?

How could she?

He was the most relentless, sick, disgusting psycho in the FAYZ. In the entire world, as far as Sam was concerned. Drake didn't care. He didn't have emotion. He had nothing human left in him, at all.

Sam couldn't comprehend it. The attraction between Anabel and Drake.

Maybe Drake just used her as a sex slave, and she had become so frightened of his whip arm that her brain rewired abuse like that as affection.

"Let me go." Anabel pleaded, crying. She stared only at the motionless body that lay in the distance. "Please, let me go." She sobbed, lowering her head, messy brown hair hanging down her face.

Sam stepped back when Anabel's arms came loose and she stood.

Behind her stood Astrid, holding a knife.

"Astrid!" Sam yelled, a mixture of fear and frustration. "What did you do!?" Astrid looked at him coldly.

"She's just a girl, Sam." Astrid said, "Like me. I would be exactly the same if I was tied up and you were lying dead in the distance." Sam took that, but didn't change his expression.

"But, that's not me!" He shouted, "That's Drake! The sickest, most disgusting psychopath in the entire FAYZ!" Astrid sighed.

"I know." She said. "But she loves him."

Edilio rolled his eyes. "How do we know?" He said thickly.

Sam nodded in agreement to Edilio. "I bet she's just so scared of him that her brain has twisted itself so she doesn't have to face the emotions every day."

"Sam, she is a five bar. She could dissolve him if she wanted to. But she hasn't – so she didn't want to." Astrid said irritably.

Dekka butted in. "Sam…" She struggled, looking back and forth from Anabel and Sam, "Can I let her go?"

Sam didn't know what to say. Anabel was a five bar. Just as, if not more, powerful than Little Pete, the autistic younger brother of Astrid.

But Anabel was sane. She was clever, too. But why did she stay with Drake and Caine? It would make far more sense for her to live with Sam's team.

She could sleep in the same building as him and Astrid.

But she hasn't.

She stayed with Drake.

Like Diana and Caine. But they're both crazy. So is Drake.

Sam sighed, and nodded. "Ok."

Anabel sprinted over the hills, to where Drake was lying, unconscious.

Sam watched her as she fell to her knees by his side.

Maybe, he thought, maybe she actually does love him.

Anabel was out of breath. She couldn't speak. She fell to her knees, beside his not moving body.

He had whipped, beaten, abused and harassed her since the beginning of the FAYZ.

Yet she was hopelessly in love with him.

"Drake?" She whispered, hot, sticky tears dribbling slowly down her face. "Say something…"

But Drake didn't move. She put her hand on his skin, and cried.

He was cold. But he wasn't dead – she could hear slow, broken breathing from his slightly open lips.

She sobbed, and put her head on his chest.

She couldn't feel a heartbeat, but she stayed there. His snake arm shifted slightly, but the rest of his body didn't move. She sat up urgently.

"You must get Lana." She yelled to the others, desperately, "Please."

Sam and the others began to walk towards her. Sam seemed very reluctant, and rather disturbed.

She understood, Sam, however. She respected him. He was incredibly brave, for someone who was only fifteen. And he tried so hard to keep his little city in order.

But they just saw him as the big, mean daddy. And he was exceedingly powerful. Even though, power-wise, she was more powerful than him, he had guts. And she respected his guts.

But she saw his side of the argument. To him, Drake was sick. And they had a reasonable belief to think that she was raped by him. If only there was a way to show them that Drake wasn't that bad.

"Sam." She pleaded, standing. "Please."

Sam didn't say anything. He couldn't, he didn't know how. How should he react?

"I'll do anything…" She begged, "I'll help you do anything, I'll be your human shield as long as you just let him live." Sam and the others just looked at her warily.

"I know you think he's a psychopath. I just… he won't as long as I'm with him." She said, wiping her eyes.

"Hell no." Edilio said sternly, pointing at her scarred back. "You're not very convincing, Anabel."

"Just come with us." Brianna said, and Anabel grimaced. "Why did you even stay with him and Caine?" Anabel looked at her angrily.

"And what?" She said, "Everyone make fun of me as the girl who was raped by a psychopath?"

"No." Sam said. "They would most likely elect you over me." Anabel took that thought and mulled over it. Would they?

"I…" Anabel stammered, then stopped. She didn't know what to say.

"Breeze, now." Sam said suddenly, and Brianna whizzed past and Anabel fell to her knees. Her hands were behind her back again. "Sorry Anabel. We can't risk it."

Then Brianna zoomed past again, with her fist out.

It hit her square in the head, and she fell to the ground as her vision blackened.