I am really sorry for not updating earlier. My parents weren't allowing me to use the computer over the weekend…so you get the picture. I wasn't allowed to type…so yeah. Anyways, here is the chapter that you have been waiting for forever! Not really. More like over a week. But still. You know. Do that thing that's first letter is "R" and last letter is "W" and middle letters are "EVIE" HINT: "REVIEW"

Oh and the following part is obviously not from Pat's perspect. K?

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Drake stepped into the halls of Coates. His old school. Home, sweet home. Now to terrorize nerds. Nah, take control. Then terrorize nerds. With his whip arm! Yes…

He walked up the steps of the basement. That bird-girl was going to pay. Later. Now, was the time to show who was boss. Not that Gaither kid. Honestly, he expected more from Quinn's kid. Whatever.

To the first person he saw - which was a runty blonde thirteen-year old - he said, "Find everyone you know, actually no, just everyone, and tell them to meet me in the front of the school or else." He flicked his whip arm. The girl nodded quickly, in terror, and scurried out of sight.

Drake laughed. This was going to be fun…just him, his whip arm…and a bunch of powerless kids to follow him.

Hopefully none were freaks…actually he hoped they were freaks. So he could do things the way he wanted.

He found some cement and shovels in grounds keeping. Oh, this was going to be fun, he thought gleefully.

Dwayne

He walked alone down the highway. Away from people. Away from food. Away from everything a normal boy should need. But he walked toward it. Toward the voice that cried out that it wanted to play. Toward Gran-Uncle Jim's shack. (A/N Family rebuilt it) Toward the one thing he trusted.

Toward his one and only friend.

…..

Before we knew it, Finn was better. We found some medicine that, when applied, quickly healed his back. I wondered why he was hurt more than I was. Maybe Drake likes to see people have breakdowns. Sadistic pleasure.

But that wasn't my problem. My problem was something happening in the future. I hoped to have a vision soon. But as of right now, all I am is a blind man, equipped with a walking stick that he was allowed to use sometimes. Only sometimes. But I sense trouble. Something was happening. I was just not sure what that was.

I was lounging lazily on the steps of town hall. I used to come here all the time and do homework, but since there were no adults, there was no homework, so I just laid there.

"Look!" an alarmed voice cried. I shot up, and saw. I sprinted into town hall with one thought running through my head: Why do they look so familiar?

…

Drake laughed with pleasure, old, good memories flooded through his mind. Ah, plastering was fun. His temporary right-hand man, some kid nicknamed Ker-Ponk (some retarded game he was extremely good and obsessed with), fidgeted next to him. Ker-Ponk was afraid. Good.

But then it called to them. Drake smiled even wider. Yes, master. He replied in his head, almost mockingly. Even if he knew better then to taunt it.

…

Dwayne

He reached the mineshaft. "Needs you," the coyote said. Dwayne nodded and headed into the darkness of the mineshaft. He whistled as he walked casually through it.

He had never felt better.

He took a deep breath and faced the green crystals.

Without fear.

…

Collin and I walked, did I say walked? I meant sprinted out of the town hall. "Janie Mac…" he whispered. Two boys, one blonde, one dark brunette, were followed by around a hundred kids.

The brunette smiled and swaggered over to Collin and me. He was handsome - dressed in a Coates uniform, with deep brown eyes, and dark brown hair. He raised his arms extravagantly, kingly. "I am Caine Soren." The name struck familiar, but I just couldn't put a finger on it until I saw Jordan. Is that…? No it can't be. Not possible. "I will be your leader." As simple as that. (A/N LOL AGAIN!)

" 'Scuse me Mr. Soren but, em, I'm in charge. We can hold a vote er sumtin if yeh like." The blonde boy rolled his eyes.

"My name is Sam. Sam Temple. Please, don't listen to that…bastard." Sam whispered that last word under his breath. "But, uh, anyway…" He kind of reminded me of Finn…it isn't possible.

I raise an eyebrow. "Do you know who we are?" I ask. They shake their heads no. I laugh. Wowww…this is going to be a bit awkward…

I look at Collin. "How do we explain this to them?" He shrugs.

"Uh, look. My name's Patricia Escobar." Sam's eyebrows raised.

"Edilio!" Edilio runs over. "Dude, this girl has the same last name as you." I smile at him. If he were a girl, he and Dawn would be Siamese twins or something.

He shrugs. "I don't know her." I laugh again. They all look at me like I'm crazy. I call Jordan over.

"Hey Jordan," I say. "This kid here says his name is Caine Soren." "Really?" she asks.

"Yup." I nod. "And this kid says he's Edilio Escobar!" I exclaim. We both start laughing hysterically.

"Em…sorry 'bout them two…" Collin murmurs. Sam nods.

"Sorry." I say. "It's just that…my dad's named Edilio Escobar. You have a Lana Arwen Lazar there too?" I ask. Sam nods. "Oh my God…can you gimme a second?"

I sprint over to my house and rummage through the photographs. I find one of my mom and dad when they were kids and…no way…

Along the way back, I got Finn and he got his mom's old photo album. We ran back together. When we arrive, I have the picture I want out of my father as a boy. I hold it up to the boy who calls himself Edilio. "Is it really you?" I ask.

He looks at me strange. I show him the picture. "Where'd you get that picture?" he asks. "At my house." Jordan smirks.

"Don't you guys live in the same house?" Jordan asks.

Sam looks like he's about to pass out. "You know a kid named Drake Merwin?"Finn shivered. Sam looked at his kid.

A silence endured between the two groups.

What had happened?

K I think that chapter was longer than usual. Alright. REVIEW. OR ELSE! And it is supposed to leave you hanging and feeling awkward and like wtf? K. That's the point. Alright. Bye. See ya Sunday. ;)