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CrazyDrianeFan: I know what you mean, lol. Maybe after I have done this one I will write a story with just Caine and Drake as the couple :D (I love Caine X Diana but I find Drake X Caine so much more... fun :D)
Midnite Aussie: Thanks and thanks for answering all the questions. Hunger's my fav too but only because Caine is in it so much! :D
Strawberry-fluff: Glad you are enjoying it!
Atchair: Don't worry, I plan for them to have a big scene here ;). And yes that makes you very evil... lets be best friends :D. Imagine if his whip tasted like gummy bears:L. And thank you again! Btw, your comment gave me an idea for this chapter. See if you can guess what part.
My-Name-Is-Not-Dobby: Thanks and lol, Glad I made another Draine fan! And cool, I'd be frightened if you were more like Drake O_O

Chapter Fourteen: "I Don't Like Being Embaressed."

Drake was so annoyed, he was annoyed and very mad. He was mad at Diana for always coming and ruining his fun, especially today. He was mad at Sam for running off like he had before Drake had a chance to try anything on. He was mad at Caine for going off with that slut all the time! Hell he was even mad at himself for letting them all get away in the first place! Everyone and everything seemed to make him so pissed off, he couldn't wait to find someone and rip them apart!

He made sure to stomp while he walked, making his way down to Perdido Beach. It was the only place that he could really think of at the moment, since his mind was so clouded with fury that he was barely thinking at all. Sam would definately be there, possibly Caine and possibly Diana. And even if no one was there then he could at least take out some of his furstraition on those brats around the rest of the town.

Licking his dry lips he glanced around the area. It seemed pretty empty but anyone could be sneaking up on him with him realizing.

Great, he was getting as nervous and as jumpy as Caine!

There was no one following him, so he had to stop worrying so much. Snickering quietly to himself he continued to make his way to Perdido Beach.

He would have gotten someone to drop him off in a car, even brought a few people with him, but those babies were all hidden away and crying with each other like a group of... of... of babies! They were all so afraid of Sam and his stupid friends that they had hidden away from even Drake! And since they were all so afraid of Drake it meant something if they were going to hide even from him just to avoid Perdido Beach.

Before he could even get ready to think of the ways he would punish those cowards, he had a feeling someone was sneaking up behind of him again. He was going to dismiss it but instead he turned just in time to see the bar connected with his face and sent him down to the ground hard. He recovered quickly and managed to roll away as the bar fell down, meaning to crush where his head had originally been.

Lashing out wildly he connected with someone and they fell back as well. Drake took the chance to jump up to his feet and glare down at the person that dared attack him.

It was Sam!

Drake blinked as the boy clampered to his feet and charged at Drake again. He swung with the bar, he must have found it on from the floor since it looked like the remainds of some kind of lamp post, but now that Drake was prepared he could jump back and avoid him. Smirking, slowly Drake swung around with his whip hand and snatched the bar right out of Sam's grip with ease.

"Now, Sam, what are you gonna do with this?" Drake snickered, raising it above his head and turning it slowly in his grip.

"I came to warn you." Sam lied through gritted teeth, thinking fast.

"Warn me?" Drake snorted "Who do you think your kidding?"

"I mean it!" Sam snapped, he took a step away from him, already preparing to run for it "Stay away from Perdido Beach. Or else."

"Or else what?" Drake sneered.

"Or else we will take you down!" Sam snapped, shaking uncontrollably "Leave us all alone in Perdido Beach and we will leave you alone, Drake, but if you come near us. If you attack us, then we will take you down."

"Take me down will you? Oh, I am so afraid." Drake snickered, he stepped forward "You know Sam. If you tell me where you are hiding Caine, I might pick him up and leave."

"Caine escaped?" Sam blinked, shocked.

"Don't act like you don't know," Drake snorted.

"I don't." Sam scowled "We don't have Caine with us. And we don't want him, either."

Drake stared at Sam for a very long moment, trying to make up in his mind whether or not that Sam was lying to him.

When he couldn't make up his mind, he just shrugged and lashed out at Sam "I'll go and check Perdido just in case. I do love a bit of blood shed."

Sam did not have time to defend himself before the whip came down hard and cut open the skin of his left forearm. He barely saw the blood before he was falling back as the whip came up once again, this time aiming for his shoulder. He knew he had to think fast or face the pain of every inch of skin being lashed from his bones, one by one.

He rolled away, clutching his arm and rose his hands, acting out of instinct he sent beams of light towards Drake, his mind so set on burning him alive that he forgot there powers did not work on him.

Drake laughed aloud and walked through the light towards Sam, raisning his whip and catching Sam's leg painfully. He laughed even louder when he heard Sam swear and felt him kick out, slowly running out of options. It was even funner to rip Sam's limbs apart and watch him crawl away in that pathetic way that it was to have his own sexual fun with Caine.

Sam was pretty good looking but he was nothing compared to Caine. Maybe if he kept Sam alive he could use both the twins, but for now his mind was set on hearing each of Sam's screams, seeing if he could make them louder with each hit, finding the most sensative spots to hit and the softer sports to tear through.

"STOP!" Sam shrieked, just managing to roll to the side and avoid losing one of his eyes.

"What's the matter, Sammy? Having trouble?" Drake howled, he wrapped his whip around Sam's leg and dragged him back. He felt Sam kick him hard in the knee.

Sam's kick was pretty weak, but it was hard enough to make Drake stumble back and lose his grip with his whip arm, next thing he knew Sam was on top of him, his fist punching him hard in the face. Drake should have thrown him off but the punches left him dazed and confused. He had to blink before he remembered his arm and by then Sam had already thrown another three punched down on his nose.

And then something amazing happened. His whip hand lashed out on his own. It reacted with out Drake making it, and it smacked Sam right off of it. It was as if the whip was protect Drake for him.

"Seems like it's growing a mind of its own." Drake said, staring at the whip hand as it twisted and turned in the air above him, his eyes alive with madness and glee.

Sam stared at him for a moment then jumped to his feet and tried to run, he had a lot of cuts and they were bleeding badly but if he could just get away, he could hide out, hopefully he had brought everyone just a bit of time...

Suddenly the whip appeared in front of his face and he went face first, then flipped backwards and hit the ground hard, a shout of shock and pain exploding from his lips along with a bit of blood that fell back down and hit his cheek. It was hot and felt strange as it tricked down onto his ear, Sam blinked and stared up at the sky just Drake appeared, towering over him with a smirk on his lips.

"You really think I would let you get away so easily?" Drake sneered.

"I was hoping so." Sam snorted, trying to think quickly, he was slowly running out of options!

Drake laughed and let his whip drift down, tracing Sam's face in a tormenting way, just waiting to rip open one of his eyes and blind the boy. He could just imagine everyones favourite hero wandering around, screaming as blood streamed down his cheeks like crimson tears, staining his clothes with no one to help him.

Sam squinted up at him, he scowled and slowly let a smirk crawl across his lips. Then Sam began to laugh loudly like he had just heared the funniest joke of all time.

Drake blinked and took a step back, shocked by Sam's sudden outburst. He looked around to see if anyone else was with them but they were alone.

"What's so funny?" Drake demanded, angry and confused.

Sam looked like he might explain but he was laughing too hard. He sat up, wiping some blood from his face as he clutched his stomach and clampered up to his feet. When he was standing he faced Drake and wiped some more blood from his face. Drake was suddenly wondering if Sam had finally lost it, if the months in the FAYZ had finally broken Sam into insanity.

"Sorry... I... I just... I forgot I had something..." Sam giggled, then his grin turned into a smirk "And I needed to get you off me so I pretended to laugh and you'd be so shocked you wouldn't attack."

Drake's eyes widened and then he roared, angry at being tricked like that. He charged at Sam, every intention of ripping him apart limb from limb in his eyes.

Just as his whip hand came up, Sam snatched a gun from his belt. The gun he had forgotten he brought for safety, and fired right at Drake. It hit Drake's whip hand and he barely noticed, continuing to charge at Sam with pure hate and anger in his eyes. Sam had a moment of fear and fired blindly, missing Drake completely.

He shot again, this one connected with Drake's leg and he stumbled. Joy build up inside of him and he pulled the gun up to shoot again. Thoughts of killing Drake, of finishing him off then and there made him blind to the whip. He imagined going back and claiming to have killed Drake on his own, he was soo busy imagining that he didn't even have time to place his finger over the trigger before the whip hand lashed out and caught his hand, sending the gun flying from his grip and slipping across the grass.

"Damn it!" Sam shouted, he turned to dive for the gun but Drake was on him before he could go.

Drake landed on top of him and Sam was forced to fall face first into the dirt. He wanted to shout but his voice was muffled when he hit the ground and Drake gave him no time to recover.

"You'll pay for that!" Drake roared "Turn and face me!" he snapped.

Sam tried to ignore him but Drake straddled his hips and forced Sam around so he was lying on his back and facing him. The whip waving in front of his face in a tormenting way.

"I don't like being embaressed." Drake snarled.

"Then you must hate when people see your ugly face!" Sam growled, his eyes on the whip as an idea slowly came to mind. But he really didn't want to.

"Oh you're so gonna wish you hadn't said that." Drake sneered.

He rose the whip up and brought it down, fast. Sam screamed as it lash out at his cheek and cut it open, he kicked out and slapped with his fists until Drake stepped back off of him, sure Sam would be unable to defend himself.

Sam stood and wiped some blood from his cheek, every part of his body was now burning in complete agony. He only actually had a few real cuts but so much blood had been spread around that he looked like he might as well be bleeding from every limb he had. He was dizzy but he would be fine for a few more hours as long as Drake did not manage to hit him anymore times.

The whip was swinging beside of his face, once again tormenting Sam. He took a deep breath like he was going to scream or run at Drake. It was now or never.

Drake saw him take a breath and tense his body, ready to fight. When, instead or running or screaming, Sam turned his head... And bit down on Drake's arm.

Blinking, Drake did not register the pain until moments later, and even then it was nothing much. He yelped and began to try and swing the whip back and forth but Sam's teeth had dug in deep and he was holding him down, he could pull and push him from side to side but he could not lift him up off the ground very easily, Sam was twice the size that Taylor had been and even then Taylor had been heavy!

"Get off!" Drake screamed.

Sam ignored him and bit down harder, reaching up and gripping the whip with both hands so that he might stay on, he dug his nails in and tried to breath through his nose

The whip hand was strange, the texture was more like something leather and it was tough to get a good grip on it, but the taste was more like blood... Leaving a awful copper taste on his tongue whenever he accidently brushed it against the whips surface. It was felt awful in his mouth, almost like it was pulsing! But Sam kept a tight grip while one of his hands dug into his pocket, looking for something.

"Get off of me!" Drake snapped, appearing at Sam's side, he was about to knock him off when Sam found what he was looking for.

Pulling out the knife lengthed wood he let go of Drake's whip with his teeth and cut the wood right through it, instead. Right where his teeth marks were left. The wood kept going down, even when it had passed through the whip and down until it was plummenting into the Earth...

The minute Drake was stuck, Sam took the moment where he was screaming out and jumped to safety. He picked up the gun and pointed it at Drake, but the boy was too busy trying to get the wood out of his whip hand. Sam was afraid it would snap straight away but luckily it seemed to hold for then and stayed in the dirt.

Sam took a breath, that would definately not hold Drake forever. He was surprised it was holding him for this long!

Turning, he began to run, not waiting for Drake to scream or yell at him. His legs were aching and very heavy but he refused to lighten up, he refused to give himself time to rest. If he sat down then he was not sure that he would be able to get back up again.

"Sam?" Astrid frowned, then saw the blood "SAM?"

"I'm OK," he lied as he ran "Drake is on his way! Do we have eveything?"

"Are you crazy?" Astrid demanded "We need to get you to Lana!"

"Astrid, I am fine for now, unless we get everything ready then Drake is going to come here. And the town is going to look ten times worse than I do right now!" Sam snapped.

"They are ready." Astrid growled, suddenly looking angry "Edilio has all the people he can and everyone he has has a gun or mutants power. The rest are hidden away in the town centre. Now. Since you are our strongest person and best hope at beating this, then get your ass ove here so we can take you to Lana!"

Sam gave a weak grin and nodded "OK then..."

TO BE CONTINUED

Q11) Who would you rather fight... Drake the whip hand, Orc the stone man?