Sweet! I've reached 130 reviews! Know that? I'm setting my sites on the next milestone: I'm crossing my fingers and hoping to get up to 150 reviews!

Sorry for the late update. You should know, by the way, that the end is in sight, but it won't be here just yet.

What's planned for Drake? Well, me and XDarkmasterX are planning a joint story in which his Yautja OC, Ebony, will be going fist-to-fist with Drake.

Thanks to everyone who's reviewed this story so far!

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A NEW KIND OF CHALLENGE

"Well?" Drake asked as he sat down in the Medical Room of the ship.

Scarface looked down at the screen, which was emitting a full 3-D hologram of Drake's skeleton and organs. After a second, he looked back up.

"Great," He smiled. "Of course, it took a little longer to heal thanks to your little stunt outside Rebecca's home yesterday… but you seem to have fully healed."

"Yes!" Drake smiled, "Finally!"

"Just take it a little easier this time, OK?" Scarface instructed him. "Otherwise you'll probably have to go through this again sooner or later."

Drake nodded and stood back up.

"Well," He sighed, "I'd best get to School. I've got Math first, and if I'm late one more…"

"I'll see you this afternoon. You've got a few weeks' worth of training to catch up on."

Drake nodded, turned and ran out of the ship, sliding open the sewer hatch and jumped out, walking a few blocks before meeting up with Rebecca.

"Hey," he greeted her as they walked together, "You OK?"

Rebecca nodded, but she was visibly tired… she had black circles under her bloodshot eyes.

"You sure?" He asked again.

"My parents were fighting again…" Rebecca answered "I think that what happened yesterday… they just saw it as an excuse to fight again."

Drake put a comforting arm round her as they walked.

"I told them," She confessed after about a minute. "I mean… about you."

"What?"

"Not everything. I left out the whole… Yut… Yuuaa…"

"Ya-Ut-Ja."

"Yeah. I left that whole thing out. And the whole hunting thing."

"Thanks."

"But… my Dad… he isn't happy about it. Honest to God, he hates me…"

"Oh, come on…"

"Seriously. He does." She looked away for a moment.

"Rebecca…" Drake said somewhat sternly, "There's something you're not telling me."

"It's nothing," She insisted.

Drake sighed and shook his head as they walked into School.

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Drake turned the corner to the Math room, to suddenly see Danny and his gang, huddled in a corner, kicking into something. Drake tried to ignore it, but suddenly stopped as he heard a groan of pain.

He quickly moved over, and saw that it was actually a student, on the ground, being shoved into a corner as Danny laughed… until Drake suddenly grabbed his arm.

"New victim?" Drake asked through gritted teeth. Danny swung out yet again, but Drake just leaned his head back.

"You don't learn, do you?" He sighed before striking Danny in the gut and kicking him into two others.

"Now get out of here."

Danny and his five goons instantly turned and fled.

"You OK?" He asked the student.

The student was about a year younger than Drake, with short blonde hair.

"No!" The boy suddenly snapped, "Because you just made things worse, and they're gonna get me even worse later…"

He turned and immediately ran off down the corridor, leaving Drake standing there frustrated.

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The following day, Drake sat in his first lesson, namely History, deep in thought (which was, let's face it, more interesting than most of what he was learning).

Why doesn't anything ever work out? Drake asked himself as he sat in class. For once, things were going alright… but now there's a corrupt company wanting to bust my skull, something's wrong with Rebecca… and now Danny's picking on other people, and what can I do about it?

Then again, He contemplated, this isn't a hunt, this is School! No one asked me to help that guy… but I couldn't just stand there… why does everything in my life always have to go ass-end up?

"'Sup?" Adam asked from next to him. Drake turned round to see him sitting there.

"Not much," He lied. "You?"

"Same," Adam smiled as he finished jotting something down. "How's Rebecca?"

"She's…uh… she's fine."

"Cool. Man, how'd you do it?"

"How'd I do what?"

"Dude, that girl's a total babe! You gotta have some secret!"

"Well… there is some secret…" If anything, that was mostly a half-lie.

Across the room, sat Danny, flicking paper balls at an exasperated student. Drake watched angrily and clenched a fist.

"Leave it," Adam advised him. "You get into enough trouble as it is. Danny picks on anyone he can find that's smaller than him. It's just a fact, man."

Drake sighed in frustration.

"Where's Jimmy?" Adam asked.

"Who?"

"The guy Danny and his goons beat up yesterday…"

Drake looked up across the room, to the door.

"…Drake?"

Drake's eyes, however, had fixed on something across the room.

"Jesus…"

"Dude, what is it?"

After a second of realisation, Drake opened his mouth and shouted:

"It's a gun!"

The entire class ducked as a swath of bullets suddenly cut through the door, terrified screams mixing with the sound of gunfire…

Dum Dum Duuummmm! An attack on Drake's school… this'll be a new kind of challenge for him!

Be warned: The next chapter is going to have a very dark aspect to it. Hopefully you'll like it. This is just an idea I came up with for a chapter or two.

No, it isn't Weyland-Yutani. I've got something much bigger in store for that!

All reviews welcome!