Caine and Diana were standing in front of their house, watching the helicopter approaching the island.

"We don't know if-"

"It's him, Diana!" Caine snapped, balling his hands into fists. Diana's heart sank. She didn't want to die, and she definitely didn't want to die at the hand of something like Drake.

"Knock him out of the sky, then." Her nonchalant exposure cracked, her voice hinting at alarm. Caine shook his head.

"I can't, you know that. He's too far. He's not just going to fucking land in the front yard. He knows better." Diana's head was reeling as her brain moved from one plan to the next.

"Can we run to wherever he wants to land? Maybe if we get close enough you can-"Caine turned to her, his eyes full of hate. And although Diana knew it wasn't directed at her, it still shook her.

"We aren't going anywhere. You are going to go hide in the woods, and wait for me to kill Drake. I am going to see if I can kick his smug ass into the ocean." Diana didn't want that. She wanted to stay with him.

But Diana Ladris knew her need for self preservation would outweigh her need to be with Caine. It was something she didn't want to admit, but it was true. She quickly hugged him, but he pushed her away.

"Go!"

Diana climbed halfway up a small tree and waited. She could see Caine, but she was sure he—and Drake—couldn't see her. The helicopter was close now, and she was sure it would only be a minute or so before Caine could attack. Caine's hands were ready, raised at shoulder level, his deadly palms extended towards Drake. Diana prayed.

She knew what to do if Drake won. After all, the tree she was sitting in was only a few feet from the cliff.

For a reason.

Her eyes watered; she was afraid to blink. Her eyes were locked on Caine, and the helicopter. Diana wondered for a moment how the hell Drake knew how to fly a helicopter. Probably just some stupid flight simulation game. He wasn't flying it well after all. He was hardly able to keep the thing up in the air.

No!

Caine had fallen backwards, hitting the ground with massive force. She could see a shape—Drake's whip—peering out through one of the doors.

He had a gun.

Diana fell out of the tree without thinking, and went sprinting for Caine. She had a plan, but she had forgotten what it was, blindly tearing through tree and brush to get to him. It took until she was almost to Caine to realize that he hadn't been hit—he had simply been dodging Drake's first shots. Now she was exposed, and saw a look of horror, hatred and determination flash through Drake's face as he saw her.

Of course, Diana thought, he thinks I'm dead.

Caine had already recovered, and raised his hands in the air. The helicopter rolled, leaving Drake hanging on to the beast by his whip hand. He was no longer over the ocean, so he let go, plummeting an inhuman distance onto the island. Diana let out a small cheer as she heard Drake's body crunch upon impact. But, Diana saw, he was on his feet within seconds, pulling a gun from his belt.

Impossible.

There was no way—no explanation—for what Drake had just done.

Could Caine even kill him?

He pointed his gun at Diana, firing twice. She screamed and hit the ground as the world seemed to explode around her. She heard another crunch, and saw that Caine had thrown him into the air, hitting the ground this time with far more force than gravity could achieve. He was lying in a pool of blood, but he stood up, though this time it seemed to take him longer.

"You can't kill me, Caine!" He raised his head and laughed as Caine lifted him into the air again. "Go for it! I won't feel a thing!" He pointed his gun and fired, missing Caine by barely an inch.

Diana could see the concentration and the pure rage on Caine's face as he flung Drake as far as he could. She heard another, smaller crash as Drake hit the ground, somewhere within the confines of the woods. This time, Drake must have felt something, because he began screaming ferociously. Caine looked to Diana with frightened eyes, and grabbed her hand.

"Where are we going?" Diana was failing to catch up with him. She wondered why he wasn't just carrying them.

Then she saw the cliff.

She began trying to pull away from him, but he refused to let go. She began to cry, not wanting it to end like this.

"Caine…" She begged, "Please don't do this." She made one last attempt at escaping, but he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her towards him.

"Shut up."

Diana barely had time to scream before they hit the water.

A/N: I know this chapter is impossibly short, but I wanted it to end like this. You can all hate me plenty later. Next chapter will be either tonight or tomorrow, seeing as I seem to write inhumanly fast. Review, please.