AN: Haha, bet you hated that cliffhanger, didn't you? Don't worry, I won't do that to you again. :) Also, sorry for the long time between updates now. School fails. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, as always, and enjoy! :D

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Drake's nerves were not improving as they came closer to the beach. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, but it was too late to retreat. It was now or never.

Lance docked the boat, and Drake rushed off, stretching his legs. Penny followed shortly after, then the rest of the boys. They began walking down the dock, Drake leading—as always. His whip twitched, and he stopped, motioning for everyone else to do the same. He scanned the other boats as closely as he could in the darkness. Suddenly, Drake saw something move in his peripheral, and recognized the boat rocking back and forth only a moment too late.

"Ambush!" was all Drake had time to yell before flattening himself on the dock.

He heard multiple pairs of footsteps hurdling towards him and his crew. One girl ran straight past Drake, not even seeing him. He smirked. As the next pair of footsteps neared, he lashed out his whip, and his heart soared as he heard a scream, followed by a loud splash as some girl hit the water. Despite his best efforts, the next people had seen the girl fall, and were now looking directly at Drake. He stood up quickly, pulling a gun on them. The group nodded to each other, and two of them stepped back, letting one massive form take their place.

Orc.

"Back for round two?" Drake asked, his whip arm trembling with anticipation. Orc barrelled towards him, but his arms didn't aim to punch, as Drake had expected. Instead, they wrapped around him, taking him by surprise and letting his gun clatter on the soft wood of the dock. Before he knew what had happened, Drake was upside down, hanging over the water by his ankles. Orc had him by one hand, and Drake cursed. He hadn't been out of the boat thirty seconds, and it seemed as if he had already lost.

As Drake's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw Sam running towards him. Drake squirmed violently under Orc's crushing grip, but it wouldn't budge.

Sam raised his hands.

Drake swore, still thrashing.

Sam turned his head backwards, pointing his hands outward.

That's when Drake realized.

In a split second, Drake raised his whip up to the only skin covered part of Orc's face. He lashed out as ruthlessly as possible, hearing the massive beast roar in response.

As Drake looked up through the water, he saw a blinding flash of blue-green light, and smiled.

Lil held the small gun she had been given shakily. She didn't want to have to use it, but she knew that if she was given the opportunity, she would take it. Sam, Dekka and a bunch of other kids were fighting on the dock, while everyone behind the sand wall waited quietly. Lil's eyes shot open as she heard a scream.

She knew that scream.

"Brianna!" Lil screamed, hearing a loud splash. She ran out from behind the sand wall, and all hell broke loose. The rest of the kids behind the sand wall took Lil's running as a signal, and followed after her. They screamed, firing blindly into the darkness. Lil paid no attention to the shots as she ran near the dock, looking for her sister.

"I'm fine Lil! Get out of the way!" And just like that Brianna was gone. Soaking wet and irritable, but alive. Lil sighed, going to step away from the edge of the water.

Her stomach tied into a tight and horrible knot as she felt something wrap around her ankle, yanking her into the water. Lil's gun went flying, landing somewhere in the sand. She clawed helplessly at it, unable to scream. Her voice was no longer working. Not paying attention to anything other than escape, she forgot to take a breath as the rest of her body was pulled into the shockingly cold water. Her lungs burned within seconds, and Lil began furiously trying to claw at her ankle. She spun around, and opened her eyes despite the saltwater.

Drake.

He smiled through the water, the moment of recognition almost instant. The look in his eyes said so much.

Where's your gun now?

Who's going to help you now?

Isn't this going to be fun?

Lil wasn't sure if she was crying. Her lungs felt like they were collapsing in on themselves. Drake released her ankle, and Lil tried to swim to the surface before the whip reappeared, wrapping itself around her neck.

No…

She was pulled back down, or at least, she thought she was. Lil couldn't tell up from down anymore, and despite her last frantic attempts at thrashing around in the water, she knew there was no point. She heard a small gurgling noise, and realized Drake was laughing at her. Lil was whipped towards the bottom of the water, the whip pinning her to the floor. He squeezed, and Lil felt the last small bubbles of air escape her lips.

Caine was having fun in the battle for the first few minutes. He had seen Penny, but ignored her. Her stupid illusions wouldn't have any effect on him. The last kid who had come out of Drake's boat was some short, skinny kid who looked like he was about to shit his pants. He saw Caine, and shakily rose a gun to him. Caine shrugged. He would have preferred Drake, but this kid would have to do for now.

The gun went flying, discharging when it hit the ground some fifty feet away. The kid's eyes went wide as Caine lifted him up, slamming him into the beach with massive force. A few kids turned and looked, but nobody paid much attention to heap of bloody sand slowly being washed away by the surf. Caine's brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to squint around in the darkness.

He heard about two dozen kids screaming, their cries coming closer to the dock. So much for the element of surprise, Caine thought. The morons started shooting, not caring to see who they were shooting at. Caine cursed as he felt a bullet whizz by him. He stumbled backwards, almost falling off of the dock. He lay on his stomach, facing the water and breathing heavily. The sound of bullets flying past him was still blatantly obvious as he craned his neck, trying to see who was shooting at them.

Before he could, something else caught his eye. There was something going on in the water, but he couldn't tell what. Sam and Orc were looking in the water on the other side of the dock, though Caine didn't know why. He saw something red lick the surface of the water, and cringed. He thought hard. He had never tried to move water before, but he was going to try. It was worth the effort if he got to be the one to kill him. What started as a small wave on the surface quickly grew to a two sided wave, parting from either side of where Caine's energy was concentrated. First Drake's head and shoulders emerged, followed by his torso. Drake turned, glaring at Caine. As Caine continued parting the water, he saw someone else. He had only seen her twice before; once this afternoon, when Edilio had recruited her to fight, and once when the idiots who tried to attack Diana had reached the girl first.

"Let me finish this, then you'll be next!" Caine could see the girl fighting for air, and knew how happy Drake would be if he got the satisfaction of killing her.

Well Caine sure as hell wasn't going to give him that.

Drake's whip uncoiled from the girl's neck, a feat that was far more difficult as Caine tried to keep the water at bay. He was sweating from the effort, but very slowly the girl was lifted upwards, sputtering for air and looking amazed. As soon as she was above the water line, he threw her into the shore, where she rolled over on all fours and vomited. Caine immediately looked back to Drake, who was cursing. He couldn't get out of the small, water-encased prison Caine had created, and Caine laughed. He lifted Drake out of the water at the same time he called for Sam.

"I've got him!" Caine howled as he heard Sam's footsteps approaching. Drake laughed, but his voice cracked as he spoke.

"Don't you remember? You can't kill me! I can't feel anything!" Sam pointed out a hand and a streak of light erupted from his palm, causing Caine to cover his eyes for a moment. He reopened them as Drake screamed, a horrible, blood-curdling sound. Caine let out a small cheer as he realized Brittany wasn't as stupid as he thought. Drake thrashed wildly in midair, the light from Sam's beam bouncing casually across the water as it moved up Drake's legs. More and more people had stopped fighting to watch. Drake began to laugh as he cried and swore, and for a moment Caine thought he had gone insane.

But Drake's whip was shrinking.

His hair was growing.

And within moments, Brittany had taken his place, screaming for Sam to kill her.

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AN: I lied about the cliffhanger thing, btw. ;)