First off, I want to thank Mistystarshine for nominating Finding Asylum for story of the year in the 2013 Gone Awards. Thank you so much! Seriously, you're just awesome! XD There's a lot of good stories involved, of course, and it's honestly just an honor to be nominated, especially when I think back to where I used to be as far as level of writing and plot-wise for Gone. *shudder* (I can't get the Drake's sister stories out of my head) Besides, even if I don't win, I'll just think of Leonardo DiCaprio and all will be well. ;)
That was a bad joke. Poor Leo's hardships are not a laughing matter. I apologize, Leo.
But anyways, yeah, there's a lot of categories and stories involved so if you have the time, please do go vote. Here's a link that you can paste after the fanfiction . net that should bring you to straight to the forum: /forum/The-2013-Gone-Awards/141775/
Also, just want to give a thanks again to all my anonymous reviewers. Love you guys! :)
And now! Who's ready to rrrrrrrummmmble? Buckle your seat-belts ladies and gents, 'cause it's about to get real crazy, real fast.
Chapter Fourteen
Drake was bored. Like, really bored. How long had he been sitting here? How many hours? Were there still people in the other room, watching him? Though really, what did it matter, considering there was a camera set up in the corner, a single red dot staring at him.
He looked up when the door open, Agent Michaels returning and dropping his folder onto the table, leaning over on his hands to just glare at Drake. The teen returned the sentiment.
"Ready to confess?" the older man asked.
"Go to hell," Drake repeated, wondering what would happen if he spit on the man. For some reason he found himself wanting to sink his teeth in the man's throat. He'd like to see him try and mock him then.
"This again?" the agent questioned, moving to lean back against the table, looking towards the mirror. "Honestly don't even know why we're bothering. You're friends gave us plenty of evidence. That girlfriend of yours was especially forthcoming with information after we—"
Drake roared, rocking the table as he went to get to his feet and attack the man. If he'd hurt Diana, he swore to whoever was up there that he was going to kill this man. He'd rip his throat out, claw his eyes out, break every rib, crush his hands, burn his feet, maybe even cement them so he couldn't run away. However, they'd taken precautions against that, having had the shackles on his feet chained to the floor and keeping him from moving from the seat. The agent paused, turning to look at the animalistic boy with surprise in his eyes. Unknowingly, so was every pair of eyes in the room adjacent.
"Damn," Penny murmured. "He just went ballistic just because he mentioned you." She was talking to Diana, obviously.
Diana didn't know what to say, honestly shocked herself at the reaction he'd given.
Caine's eyes narrowed, studying Drake, sizing him up.
"If you've hurt her, I promise I'm going to kill you," Drake growled lowly, leaning over the table, eyes burning coldly, if that was even possible. Diana had never seen those eyes before, and she'd thought she'd seen every nuance of Drake's eyes already.
"What would make you think that we've hurt her?" the agent questioned.
Drake just growled, in predator-mode as he took in every single move the other man made. Every twitch, every blink, every breath…he took in it all. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Agent Michaels studied the boy in his silence as well, holding back a grin. Yes. This is what they'd been wanting. This reaction, this beautiful display of predator instinct, of animalistic calculations. Finally.
But for a girl? He was finally giving the reaction they'd wanted all along…over a girl? He frowned minimally. That just would not do.
Time for plan B then.
He went to grab the folder, sliding it across the table roughly before leaving the room silently. His eyes went down and he smirked at the folder, now lacking a paperclip, before moving back to the surveillance room.
The attention of the room adjacent the interrogation room had shifted to Diana, questions bombarding her, though Drake's attention had only shifted slightly, instantly zeroing in on the single silver paperclip sitting on the table in front of him.
"What was that?" Jack was asking, shocked.
"I don't know," Diana spoke, still surprised, looking to the ground. Did Drake really feel that protective of her?
Penny was laughing wickedly, apparently finding the entire situation hilarious. Diana glared at her.
"Would you quit your laughing, you hyena?" she demanded.
"Awe, but isn't the pretty princess just get so touched that the dragon tried to protect her?" Penny mocked, smirking dangerously.
"And quit with the stupid analogies!" Diana added, annoyed.
"Or what?" Penny snarled. "Going to kick me out of the kingdom?"
Diana stood as best she could, making Penny glare at her and take a step towards her threatening. Diana's hands fisted, trying to maintain her balance. Penny's eyes went over her shoulder for a second and Diana watched utter disgust cross her features.
"So gallant, Sir Prince, coming to the princess' rescue even when she doesn't want you," she spat.
"I think you need to back off, Penny," Caine stated coldly.
"Or what? What can you do anyways? You don't have your powers anymore. You're nothing! You don't stand a chance against me now," she hissed, stepping closer.
"Guys, why don't we just calm down?" Jack tried cautiously.
"Shut it, Nerd Boy," Penny spat, turning to glare at him.
Diana, in a moment of pure rage, sucker punched her in the jaw, knocking her to the ground.
"...the fuck?" Penny murmured at first, looking to the ceiling. Then her eyes saw red and she tackled Diana to the ground, the latter girl crying out as her ankle was aggravated.
Penny growled, the two tumbling on the ground while the others tried to get out of the way. Diana kneed the other girl in the stomach, shoving her off of her from where she'd tried to pin her down. She kicked out with her good leg, landing a good hit on Penny's side and sending her into the wall. The girl went to jump back on Diana when an arm restrained her, holding her back by her bicep. She looked up to see the cold eyes of Caine.
"I will hit you," he warned her lowly, not really caring if she was a girl. He'd already broken her legs once, what was hitting her really?
Penny hissed at him, jerking away from his hold and stalking to the door. "I'm out of here," she stated, throwing the door open and stomping from the room. Everyone watched the still door for a moment in silence. Caine moved to help Diana back to her feet, letting her use him to keep her balance. Diana grabbed her crutches then, moving away from Caine.
"What now?" Jack asked.
"We've testified, right? What else do they need us for? I say we get out of here," Brianna spoke, moving to leave as well. She paused, looking towards Sam for a moment, though the boy wasn't looking at her. After just a moment, she turned and left the room. After some hesitation, Jack did as well, also giving a look towards Sam.
"Were you supposed to be our leader?" Caine asked aloud, observing their behavior before looking to Sam himself. He smirked lightly at the brunette.
"We're not in the FAYZ anymore," Sam spoke, looking up at him from under his brown bangs, "and I never wanted to be a leader."
"Of course, though you were bound and determined to keep the people actually qualified from taking the position either," Caine added, only mildly bitterly. They'd mostly gotten over their issues with each other since the FAYZ. Not that they'd talked or anything since, but it was all old news.
"Bug left," Lana thought to inform them, bored.
"Why don't we just go too?" Diana asked tiredly.
"Surely the agents are just going to bring us back," Astrid spoke. "Obviously they wouldn't have brought us back to this room if they weren't done with us."
"Another reason why I want to leave," Diana added, turning to glare at Astrid. "To get away from Miss High-and-Mighty."
"You can't blame me for wanting Drake dead. It's what he deserves. This is justice," Astrid spoke, narrowing her eyes at the other girl.
"Now's really not the time for a debate," Dekka interrupted before Diana could hit Astrid too. "So? Do we leave or stay?" she asked, also looking towards Sam. The boy sighed, shrugging before looking at Caine almost helplessly. The darker haired boy rolled his eyes. Now he wants to let me make decisions, he thought to himself, mildly annoyed, before eyeing Drake once more, noting the boy's head was once again resting on the table.
"Let's just go," he finally said. Lana stood, moving to follow them as the group left the room, heading towards the front of the hospital.
They walked down the halls in relative silence, the only sound their footsteps, when Diana paused, frowning. "Usually it's louder around here," she observed slowly.
"I would think an asylum would have someone making some sort of noise," Astrid agreed.
They paused, looking down the empty hallway warily, the silence echoing around them.
Then, the lights went out.
-break-
"This isn't what we talked about," the doctor was saying, frowning at the agent in front of him.
"We told you, you had a year and then we'd take over," Agent Michaels spoke, eyes not even looking at the doctor next to him as he watched the screens in front of him. He smirked as the witnesses began to leave the room after an argument between them. Just a bit longer then.
"But he isn't ready," the doctor refuted, eyes looking towards the screen that showed the lone boy sitting at a table. He could still hear the boy sobbing, see his trembling frame, see his bloodied face after he'd scratched himself to make it all stop. He couldn't watch this. He didn't want to see the ending of this experiment. It would kill that boy, the one who only wanted to make some kind of human connection.
"From what I've seen and heard, he is," the agent refuted. "He's brilliant, just what we were hoping for. It's just a matter of molding him now."
"He's just a kid," the doctor tried again, searching for some type of mercy in the other man.
"He was just a kid. A kid going down the wrong road," the agent admitted, eyes never wavering from the boy on the screen. "But we intervened and now we're giving him purpose. He doesn't have to change to fit in now. He just has to embrace who he is."
"You're talking about making a child a murderer," the doctor cried out, trying to knock some sense into him.
"He was already a murderer. We're just turning him into our murderer. He's going to be a solder before this is over. A weapon. A predator," he mused aloud, smirking slightly as the last group to leave the other room neared the end of the hall, stopping with questioning expressions on their faces.
"He's not going to do this," the doctor told him, remembering the multiple interactions he'd seen—both in person and on video—between the Drake and Diana. He held onto that hope. It had to be enough. What had happened over the past few weeks, every advance in his therapy…it had to be enough.
In his mind, he saw the boy's shark-like grin and knew: it wasn't going to be enough.
"Oh, he will," the agent spoke. "We'll just have to build him up to it, reintroduce him to the game," he added. "It's been a long time, after all." He addressed one of the men sitting in front of the control panel below the screens, "Release patient 387."
The doctor's eyes widened. "You can't endanger my other patients," he argued, angrily. The agent turned, grabbing the doctor's jacket and pulling him forward.
"You are going to stop interfering with our work or I'm going to make you stop interfering," he threatened lowly.
"But Lucas—" the doctor tried, only to be cut off.
"The boy got a good reaction from Drake last time. I'm sure he'll be able to give a repeat performance." He smirked dangerously.
"But Drake will kill him," the doctor gave it one last shot.
"That's the idea," the agent murmured, green eyes flashing malevolently as he released the doctor, who shuffled back, and turned back to the screens. "Cut the power now," he ordered.
-break-
Drake stiffened when everything around him suddenly went dark. He looked up slowly, eyes not able to grow accustomed to the utter darkness without a shed of light to take in. Without a shed of…He looked up, noting the lack of a red power telling him he was being watched. The grin that crossed his face was slow, malevolent, and deliberate.
Working on his memory alone, Drake reached forward to swipe up the paperclip that had been in front of him. He then pried it open with his teeth, feeling down the chains to find the keyhole. He didn't really his sight for this anyways. It was silent as he focused, working the makeshift lock-pick as best as he could with his hand, wondering if it would actually work. He'd done things like this before—long before, as in before the FAYZ—though he'd never been a pro at it. However after a few minutes of working the clip tenaciously, mind idly wondering why no one had showed up to check on him yet, he was pleased to hear a small click, one shackle releasing its hold on his ankle. Enthused, he attacked the other one, thrilled when it only took half the time. Then he got up and headed for the door. Time to get out of here.
-break-
"Phase one complete," the agent spoke, pleased, watching the boy now heading for the door. It'd been a good idea to have that red light put up to make it look like it meant the camera was on, making the boy think that if it was off then so was the camera.
Drake reached for the door, frowning when he saw that it was locked. He felt around, not finding anything keyholes. He scowled when he found the keycard scanner however, obviously not knowing what to do.
"Unlock the door," the agent instructed, ready to unleash the beast.
-break-
Drake wasn't sure how he was going to get out of here. The paperclip wouldn't help him here. Just then though, a rumbling from the door made him tense and back up, waiting to see who was coming. Only, the door didn't open.
Drake waited in the darkness with baited breath for a few moments before reaching forward and trying the door once more. Then time, it opened, revealing a dimly light hallway. Obviously, the back-up generators keeping the bare-minimum of necessities running.
He paused outside the door, taking in the empty hallways with sharp eyes. He glanced at the open door mistrustfully. Someone had unlocked it. What was going on here?
His ears alerted him to the sound of footsteps down the hall, sounding like a lone pair. Turning towards the sound, he began to move, footsteps as silent as a deadly cat on the hunt without the rattling chains to hold him back.
A figure turned the corner in front of him, his eyes instantly recognizing the frowning brunette. When the other boy noted his presence, eyes widening in realization, he sneered.
"What are you going here?" he growled.
"I should be asking you that," Drake noted idly, eyes taking in the other. Now that he was free from restraints, it was clear to him that this boy was no match for him. Even as he was, he'd have no problem teaching him his place.
"Where's the doctor and the nurses?" Lucas asked, eyes moving down the two hallways, the one he'd came from and the one Drake had come from, noting the lack of other people.
"Who knows?" Drake mused easily, having already realized that no one else was around. What was this? A test? Was the doctor testing to see if he could control himself not to attack the other boy?
Lucas looked back at Drake, eyes glaring. Drake returned it.
Kill him.
Drake stiffened, eyes widening a bit at the voice. He'd imagined that, right?
Kill him. Now.
His fist clenched, head suddenly aching as he felt a throbbing pain erupt in his skull.
Kill him! It demanded.
Darkness, Drake thought to himself, the pain quickly becoming more powerful, like his head was being ripped in half. He reached for his head, crumbling to the floor as he bit back a yell. Lucas dropped beside him.
"Hey, man, what's going on?" he demanded, reaching for Drake's shoulder so steady him. "Oi! Doctor!" the boy called down the hall, the sound echoing. No one came.
Kill him, the Darkness ordered again.
"Yes, master," Drake gasped out, the only thing he was able to do with pain overcoming his senses. Almost instantly, the pain ceased, leaving Drake on his knees on the ground, Lucas beside him as he watched him warily.
"You okay?" Lucas asked uncertainly.
Drake raised his head, eyes instantly meeting green orbs. Lucas backed up, feeling the shift in the air. Something had happened.
Drake launched himself at the other boy, though he'd been expected. Lucas managed to squirm out of his sloppy hold, kicking out at the other boy's stomach. Drake cough a bit, but it didn't stop him long, grabbing the foot that tried to kick him in the face and yanking the other boy closer. Then he jumped on top of Lucas, knee landing heavily in the boy's abdomen and forcing the air from his lungs. Lucas wheezed, trying hit the boy now above him but Drake only grabbed one of his hands and twisted harshly. There was a definite crack before Lucas screamed in pain. Drake grinned, eyes flashing malevolently.
Lucas was trying to shove Drake off with his unhurt hand, clutching his wounded wrist at his chest while Drake let out a laugh. The brunette kneed Drake in the back, throwing him off balance. He then twisted out from under the blonde, scrambling to his feet and taking off down the hallway.
Drake flashed another shark-grin, eyes alight with malicious mirth as he rushed after his prey. Like he could get away. He slammed into Lucas' back just as the boy had tried to turn without slowing down, running them both into the wall. Lucas' head banged against the hard wall roughly while his hand, still held to his chest, hit the wall as well. He cried out again and Drake tangled his fingers in his hair and smashed his face into the wall, pinning the boy still with his body. He did it two more times, noting Lucas' dazed expression when he pulled his face back once more. The other boy groaned, sputtering around the blood that had erupted from his broken nose and gasping for air.
I'll grind you into the dirt and have you begging for mercy in less than a minute.
Big words for someone with one arm.
Drake grinned spitefully. He harshly slammed his face into the wall again, shaking Lucas' head angrily. "I told you," he spat into the other boy's ear. "I'd have you begging for mercy in less than a minute."
"Pl-please," Lucas sputtered when he pulled away, blood marring the wall's empty white beautifully. Drake smirked, pleased at his handiwork. Though, it still wasn't what the Darkness had ordered.
"You're a pretty pathetic sadist," Drake scoffed, mockingly. "What'd you do, huh? Hurt a kitten? Kick a puppy?"
Drake slammed his face into the wall again when he didn't answer immediately.
"Pushed my sister down the stairs," Lucas gasped out.
"Hm," Drake hummed, before leaning back in to the boy's ear. "Want to know what I did?" he questioned darkly. "I killed some people, tortured some others. This one kid I whipped until I could see the bones in his back. Some of my best handiwork, if I do say so myself," he bragged, feeling the body pressed between his and the wall tense. Drake smirked nastily. "But don't worry. I won't torture you," he murmured, hand leaving the boy's hair and slowly sliding down his neck. His fingers slipped around the boy's throat, turning slightly into claws as he curled them around his neck, easily finding the soft spot around his Adam's apple. Lucas struggled then, knowing what was about to happen and trying desperately to get away. Drake just chuckled. "Now now, be still," he muttered, hand clenching suddenly. Lucas tried to gasp for air, feeling his throat collapse, his airways blocked. He shoved against the wall, trying to kick out at Drake. He clawed the other boy's hand frantically, black spots entering his vision.
Drake watched this all detachedly, eyes alight with an old flame as he held Lucas still while he continued to struggle. He wished he had his other hand so he could just break his neck and get it over with, but strangulation was enjoyable too he guessed. He just really wanted to figure out what was going on here and waiting for this guy to take his last breath was taking too long. He shook his hand, shaking Lucas' neck and by extension his whole body. The boy's attempts to get away were getting sluggish. Drake tightened his grip, waiting.
It only took another minute, Lucas' hands dropping limply as his whole body stopped moving. Drake waited another moment just to make sure, curling his fingers as tightly as possible around his neck before dropping the body. His looked down at him for a moment, eyes taking in no signs of breathing or life. Nodding to himself with a small smirk in place, he stepped over the body and headed down the hallway.
-break-
Dr. Raymond stared at the screen in horror, watching the monster of a boy head down the hallway like he didn't have a care in the world. The doctor wouldn't have been surprised if he was whistling with how pleased with himself he looked.
"He did well," Agent Michaels stated, having watched the entire scene with a smirk.
"He just killed someone!" the doctor yelled at him, "and you did nothing to stop it! That boy had a family!"
"We have a cover-up prepared, doctor," the agent spoke calmly, still watching Drake's progress. "Seems the device is functional," he added, more to himself. "Good."
"Device?" the doctor asked.
"The one we had implanted in the boy's head during his initial surgery prior to his institutionalization here," the agent answered simply.
"Wha…" the doctor didn't know what to say. So what, Drake was hearing a voice in his head telling him what to do? Was that the agent's plan for controlling him? But Drake surely knew he didn't have to listen to a voice in his head. He was sadistic, not schizophrenic. Why would he choose to do what a voice was telling him after having worked so hard?
"What was with his reaction to when we first spoke to him?" the agent asked one of the operators. "Did the device malfunction and harm him?"
"No sir, nothing was amiss. We don't know why he looked to be in pain," one of them denied, typing on the computer.
"Well figure it out," Agent Michaels ordered, watching Drake's movements once more. "He's priceless; we've spent countless dollars and now people's lives on making him and we're not going to risk all that progress just because of some faulty equipment."
"L-lives?" the doctor asked, noticing the plural.
"Obviously we'll need him to take care of the other dome rejects," the agent pointed out, eyes moving to a screen towards the top that revealed the others working their way to the front of the hospital, not knowing the entire building had been locked down. "We've taken care of the other ones ourselves."
The doctor's eyes widened. "You mean…these are the last of the dome children? But there was over a hundred of them left! What happened to them? And what about their families?"
"We cannot allow loose ends," the agent spoke, eyes leveling with the doctor. "The nation has moved beyond the dome and now it's time to clean up all the failures so that everyone else can as well."
"Their families won't allow this. They know where they are," the doctor refuted.
"Their families don't have to be informed," the agent waved off his concern, sounding bored, before focusing on the first group of dome children. It was just two, a girl and a boy who had caught up with her after her initial leave. They'd gotten turned around and now Drake was about to run into them.
The agent grinned, his green eyes shining brilliantly.
-break-
Bug was nervous as he scampered behind Penny, not really sure where they were going but knowing he didn't want to be alone in a dark crazy house.
"Are you sure the front door's this way?" he asked for the third time.
"Why'd you even come with me if you didn't trust me? Go your own way if you're going to complain," Penny growled, irritated as she stomped off not so silently. Stupid Diana, thinking she was so much better than her. And Caine. Oh how she hated him.
Bug saw the silhouette before Penny, who was distracted by her hateful thoughts. At first, he was relieved to finally see someone else, almost about to call out to them, when something stopped him. His eyes narrowed, trying to take in the form more fully. They were wearing a simple white uniform, telling him that it was a patient. Had one of them tried to escape?
"Hey!" Penny called once she focused on the other being, walking towards them as they paused, head tilting to the side momentarily. Bug stopped, letting Penny go near the other person while he kept a rather large distance between them, something in the air telling him not to get any closer. Why did that feel familiar? That relaxed posture accompanied by the calculating tilt of the head. Where had he seen that before?
"Where is everybody?" Penny asked the stranger, who was still standing in the shadows. He turned more towards them, for it was definitely a he now that Bug got a good look at him, and then Bug's throat closed up as his breath left him.
The person was missing their right arm.
The relaxed posture that hid the coiled muscles that could so easily allow the body to strike quickly, like a snake. The tilt of the head that he gave when he was calculating something, trying to decide what exact he was going to do. That shift in his feet that oriented him to his prey, locking onto his targets. He knew only one person who'd ever given him such a feeling of terror. He'd never felt like he was nothing more than prey before having encountered this boy on the battlefield. He'd seen what he could go, seen the merciless torture he'd dish out with glee.
Run, his mind told his feet, though he was still standing still, eyes wide as Penny got even closer to him. Run far away. Run for your life. Now!
"Oi," Penny growled, sounding annoyed. Of course, she hadn't had much to do with Drake in the FAYZ so Bug guessed she wouldn't recognize him so readily. And how had he gotten out of that interrogation room anyways? Had the locks malfunctioned with the rest of the power?
Drake watched the two wonderingly. He was getting pangs of familiarity, though he didn't know why. It was more so from the boy than the girl, though he felt he'd met both of them. Were these the 'friends' the agent had been talking about that had testified against him? But he didn't even know them, what could they say against him in trial?
"Can you speak, or are you retarded or something?" the girl growled, pausing just five feet or so from him and putting her hands on her hips. His lip curled in annoyance but he wasn't quite sure what to do with these two yet. He wanted to at least know why it felt like he knew them first.
Kill them, the Darkness ordered in his head once more. Drake hummed, eyes flicking from the girl to the boy, who looked like a deer caught in headlights. He looked back at the girl. Her eyes were angry. He nodded mentally, focusing back on the boy. He'd run, but the girl wouldn't. He needed to take care of the one that would run first.
Of course, he didn't really get that decision when the guy suddenly spoke.
"Drake," he whispered, sounding terrified as he took a step back. The girl's eyes widened, looking back at the boy for just a moment before she turned back to the boy in front of her. Then she laughed gleefully.
"Drake? Is it really you?" she asked, sounding pleased. Drake wasn't sure what to make of it. So they knew him too? That just proved he knew them somehow, though he wasn't sure how. Most likely they were from Coates but how many people had he talked to regularly, honestly?
Kill them, the voice demanded again. Drake ignored it for a bit longer, though he knew that if he made the Darkness wait too long he'd feel the pain again. Just a bit longer. I want to figure out who they are, he answered his master, hoping it would listen for once.
"Say, Drake, how would you like to meet up with your good friend Caine?" the girl asked, smiling slyly. Drake scowled, focusing entirely on her now and forgetting the boy.
"Penny," the other boy sounded warningly, eyes entirely focused on Drake, who seemed to be ignoring him.
Penny? Drake thought to himself, frowning. He didn't know a Penny.
"Oh shut it. This is brilliant," Penny growled before grinning with malevolent glee.
Kill them, the voice spoke, this time harsh. Drake felt the momentary flash of pain, knowing it was just a taste of what was to come. Since he didn't really know the girl in front of him, he just wrote of the other boy as just some face in Coates he'd probably seen a few times along with hers. He took a step towards the girl, entering the dim lighting and letting a grin stretch across his lips.
-break-
No, the doctor mentally bemoaned, watching as Drake neared the other two children with horror. All of it, inch the boy had struggled to gain over his sickness…all of it had been shattered by something as simple of premature eviction from safety. He was once again lost to the hold of his sadism and there was no telling if anything could pull him out of it again.
The man turned away as Drake struck the girl, causing her to fall. The video gave no sound which the doctor was glad for when he saw Drake's expression. He was laughing. The boy was laughing as he neared the girl on the ground who was scrambling backwards. The other boy was frozen in place it seemed.
Run, he pleaded silently to them both. He'd read the files on all that Drake had done in the FAYZ. He'd seen what the boy was capable of, seen how he'd been just after getting out of the dome. They needed to get away now.
But maybe…he thought, daring to hope as his eyes flickered to the other monitor, where the large group was currently at the locked front doors, looking unhappy as they spoke to each other. Diana, he thought to himself, focusing of the girl on crutches. If anyone at this point had the ability to get through to Drake, it would be her. Maybe she could bring him back. Maybe all hope wasn't lost yet.
Ah HA! Who saw it coming? Who? Did any of you? Cause I did! *voices from the back* You wrote it!
Oh, shut it, you spoil-sports!
(Case you haven't noticed, I'm in an odd mood and am not being very funny.)
Anyways, hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! I've got finals coming up so it'll probably be at least a week before I can update again (yep, leaving you hanging on a cliff until then). Once again, much thanks to all my reviewers-anon and non-anon-and don't forget to go vote in the forums!