Diana's headache was getting worse. It was like every little noise that was out of place made her want to explode. The whole time Sam was talking to her, she just wanted to hit him over the head so he would shut up. Finally he left to talk to Quinn, which left her alone in the silence of the house. World's worst hangover, Diana thought, but she never drank.
Lucas started to cry.
Caine went to every single house to shake down all the kids for any kind of medicine that would relieve Diana's headache. He was really worried, not even in the past did she ever act like this. He also remembered when he walked in the room seeing Diana's hands around Lucas's neck. Caine thought he was just seeing things. Firstly, no one holds a baby like that and second Diana would never hurt Lucas.
Finally, one house had something. The kid said there was nothing there, but Caine searched through the whole house, way too frustrated to care. He found a bottle and threw the kid down before he left.
On the way back, he ran into Penny.
"What are you doing out? Thought you would be in taking care of the-"
"Lucas." Caine wasn't in the mood for a conversation.
Penny stopped him before he could walk away, "Lucas, right. What a great name."
"What the hell do you want?"
"Nothing, just making sure everything is ok. What is the Aspirin for?"
"Diana has a headache." Caine immediately started to walk away. Penny was really pissing him off with her chipper attitude today.
She yelled after him, "Hope she feels better!" Caine didn't see her smirk.
"Come on, your diaper is clean, you're not hungry, what do you want?" Diana was almost in tears herself. She couldn't stand the crying.
Her voice was pleading, "Stop crying!" Lucas continued to cry, "Stop it! Stop it!" Diana's voice became angry.
Quinn was fixing his fishing net when he heard a familiar voice, "What's up brah?"
"Well look who it is, the great leader of the fayz!" Quinn's voice was friendlier teasing than mean.
"I missed you too man."
"Sorry about that, but you know, I need to fish."
Sam shook his head, "Don't even worry about it. I told you I understand."
"Is the lake working out?"
"We're doing pretty good." It was weird. They were always friends, but ever since the fayz, when they saw each other it turned into this small talk. It didn't mean though, that they still couldn't read each other's faces. Both were sort of wishing they could be friends again, but they knew it couldn't happen, especially after all this.
Quinn looked down, "You're an uncle now. Do you feel old?"
Sam laughed, "Kind of, but I can only imagine how it is for Caine and Diana."
"I can't even imagine ever being a parent. I have suffered so much psychological shit, I would probably inflict it on my kids."
Sam was about to speak when he heard a scream- no, a cry of pain.
That was it, the last straw. Diana couldn't take it anymore, Lucas wouldn't start crying, and she ran out of the room and grabbed a knife.
As Caine walked into the house, he heard Diana sobbing.
"Diana? Diana! What's wrong?" He ran into the room. What he found was much worse than what he could have expected. Diana was heading towards Lucas's crib with a pillow in hand.
Caine screamed, "What are you doing?"
When Diana turned around, there were tears streaming down her eyes, "He… he wouldn't st-stop crying!"
Caine grabbed Diana, but she fought back with all her might. He ended up having to throw her to the floor and pin her down.
She cried out, "What's happening to me?"
"I-I don't know."
"I don't want to hurt him. I love Lucas, I don't know why I was doing that!"
Caine loosened his grip a little; he didn't know what to do. Leaving Diana alone with their son was dangerous now. He would have to wait, and send Sam.
Sam ran into the house, "What's going on?"
"We're in here!" Caine's voice sounded pained.
When Sam came into the room, he saw Caine holding Diana in a corner, as Lucas was still in his crib, "What happened?"
Diana let out a large sob. "Something's wrong," said Caine.
Drake was still watching them when Sam came in. His master told him to wait until Diana was in the coma stage, but he just couldn't resist taking the opportunity a second longer. It was almost nightfall and all four of the people he hated most were here. Well, three, but Lucas's parentage was just bad luck for the kid.
Drake opened a window, and crawled in.
"When did this start happening?" Caine was still holding Diana.
"When I woke up this morning." Her voice was quiet, she was crying.
Sam interjected, "Did you do anything unusual?"
"No…"
Footsteps were coming from outside the door. Sam, the only one standing, spun around, "Who's there?"
"Your favorite person in the world!" Drake's voice was upbeat.
Caine started to stand, but if he let Diana go, no one knew what would happen, "Sam, can you do this. I can't let go."
Sam started the glow from his hands that was answer enough. Drake stepped in and Sam immediately shot at Drake.
Drake dogged it too easily, "Be careful Sam, your nephew is in the room."
"You aren't getting anywhere near him!" Caine yelled.
"How are you gonna stop me, when you are trying to stop Diana?"
No reply.
Drake laughed, "I would expect Caine to be the one who went crazy on the kid, not Diana."
Diana's eyes widened, "How do you know?"
Caine couldn't contain the rage, he let Diana go, "You did this! You did this to Diana! How? Did you make a deal with your master?"
Drake's smile widened. He lifted his whip and it came cracked down on Sam. Caine pushed Drake into the hallway, "You son of a bitch! Everything was right! I'm going to kill you!"
Drake's mouth was filled with blood, but that didn't stop him from using his whip arm to pull Caine off of him and to the floor. The second he landed, Drake hit Caine, "Pay back, oh great leader."
Sam shot a beam at Drake. He came out of the hallway with his shirt practically ripped in two after the blow Drake gave him. Sam's blast left a huge whole in Drake, but it just started to grow back, "Are you forgetting I'm immortal?"
There was a giggle from the bedroom. Lucas stretched his arms out towards his mother, but she had the pillow back in her hands.
Caine started running towards her. Drake raised his arm above Caine, but Sam blasted it off before he could do anything.
Drake laughed again, "It is no use! No matter what you do! It is too late, she is going to do whatever she can to kill him! Then she will be in a pain coma till she dies. If I kill her now, it will just be easier!"
Caine ignored his words and pulled Diana away, "Sam, keep Drake away!"
As Drake's arm was growing back Sam kept holding the edge and spinning it around Drake, "This can't hold him for long!"
"Get help, take him while you can and bury him!"
"She's already dead!" Drake kept repeating as Sam fought him out of the house. Drake didn't care about what was going to happen to him. Seeing Diana mad and Caine in denial gave him so much pleasure.
Diana was back in Caine's arms, "He's right…" she whispered.
"No-no, you're going to get better. Everything is going to be alright." Caine was trying to convince himself more than Diana.
"Caine, I love you so much. Both you and Lucas, I love you both. But, we both know how this is going to end."
"You'll be fine, that is how this is going to end. We are going to get out of the fayz one day and raise Lucas together." Tears were pouring freely from Caine's eyes now.
Diana gave him a kiss, it was long and it was filled with everything that they both wished could have been. Caine's grip was too weak now, and Diana got up with Caine following close behind.
"Where are you going?"
"This needs to happen." Diana picked up a knife. Before Caine could even touch her, the knife was already stuck in her abdomen. She fell to the floor.
Caine started shaking her, "What did you do? Diana, don't leave me!" He started putting his hands where the wound was.
Her voice was weak, "You have to go on."
"I can't go on without you."
"You have to. You have to take care of Lucas, of our son, for the both of us. Promise me." Diana put her hand up to Caine's cheek.
Caine didn't say anything.
Diana smiled, "Remember, that I love you and Lucas more than anything."
"I love you too."
Her breathing became shallow. Diana's pupils were changing rapidly. The hand on Caine's arm tightened, and then, it relaxed.
Caine completely broke down, "Why… why? Don't leave me…" He looked down at the wound again when Lucas started crying again. Caine wanted to get up, but he couldn't, "I'm sorry." He whispered in his son's direction. Caine raised the knife to his own heart.
A/N: I'm hating myself for leaving this note at the end of THIS chapter, but I just want you guys to know, that is NOT THE LAST CHAPTER!