Drake had gone through with it.

Darla was sat on the windowsill of her room, peering out of the window tentatively. It was insane, it was inhumane, it was horrible, but Drake was carrying out an idea she had jokingly suggested.

The last kid's hand was being encased in concrete.

With a sigh, she tore her gaze away from the window as bile rose in her throat, and instead returned her attention to the car manual she was reading; Caine had mentioned something about visiting town, but it wasn't exactly walking distance, and so a few people were learning how to drive. Well, operate a car, anyway. If she was honest, this situation wasn't panning out in the way Darla had anticipated; sure, she knew that Caine was an egomaniac with delusions of grandeur, but taking over the school and immobilising anyone who opposed him in the slightest? That wasn't just simple teenage rebellion.

Shutting the manual, Darla rose to her feet, but stumbled and made a low groaning sound as her vision blurred and the room spun. All she could see was darkness, three faint outlines, silhouettes, two boys and a girl, and the another group with the same gender ratios. One boy in the newer group rose a hand, a glowing, green hand, and the boy in the other group rose a hand, and then Darla's eyes refocused on the ceiling of her room- she had collapsed.

"What the hell was that?"


"So, you can drive now?" Caine repeated, nibbling on his cuticle thoughtfully as he addressed both Darla and Drake at the same time.

"Yeah, it's easy, even Ladris could do it," Drake replied lazily, picking at a loose thread on his shirt.

"I know how to operate the car, but I'm not driving fast and risking my life for anything," Darla's response was much more to the point, without the snide remark she had been planning.

"Good enough. Right, so," Caine began to reel off his plan, and neither Darla nor Drake bothered to listen, simply because they had heard it around eighty times before.

"That was pretty boring, right?" Drak asked, trotting along to catch up with darla and draping an arm around her, which she promptly shrugged off.

"I saw what you did," She said quietly, rounding a corner and walking so quickly that it was clear she was trying to lose him.

"Saw me do what? I'm a busy guy, sugar."

"The concrete thing. How could you, Drake? Those are kids, just like you and me!" Darla stopped dead in her tracks, hands on her hips, and glared up at him.

"Aw, but babe, don't you remember? It was your idea," He nudged her in the ribs with his elbow a little harder, showing a flash of something else beneath his jaunty exterior.

"It was a joke, Drake, even you should have realised that."

"Yeah, but it was a pretty good idea, and I figured, hey, why not?" Drake moved in a bit, closing the gap between them and smirking down at her, "You know what'll happen, right? The skin with go pale, and if somebody does come to try and take it off, the block, I mean... Well, they'll be practically skinning them and breaking their bones, chip by chip."

"You're sick," Darla hissed, backing away and finding that she was trapped by the wall.

"That's what they all say. Really, it's disappointing, I almost expected something original," He traced her jaw with his thumb, scanning her face thoughtfully and stopping her when she tried to turn her head away. After a few moments, he drew his hand back and stepped to the side a little before turning around and walking off down the hallway without any other comment, aside from a simple:

"See you tomorrow in the car park, nine."


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I had a bit of a mental block, but chapters will hopefully be more frequent now.

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