I'm afraid this update is slightly late. And by slightly, I mean Very. Thisis because A)Ihad a problem with the document manager and couldn't upload, and B) On Wednesday my computerbroke.Sorry. Anyway, now, at long last: It begins… but will Drake be in time to save Rebecca?

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RAGE AND REVENGE

Drake didn't even think as he raced across the rooftops, leaping across the gaps as he raced across the city, clad in his mask and battle armour.

He already knew who this was… but this…

No one attacked Rebecca. No one. He'd sworn that if anything threatened her, they would answer to him.

How dare they attack her… had they no honour? And worse, what manner of coward would stoop to something like this?

But he'd save her. He'd tear the world apart to save her…

Finally, he leapt down into the alley, running through to the one thing in there.

Rebecca.

She was lying on the ground, in the middle of a puddle. Her top was torn and she was gashed deep in the side, the skin looking as though it had been burned away.

She wasn't moving.

No… The terrible possibility raced through his mind. No, no… dear God, no…

Finally reaching her, he kneeled down.

"Rebecca…"

She didn't respond. This couldn't be happening… not her…

"Drake…" She finally gasped as blood trickled out of her mouth.

"Thank God…" He finally gasped as he checked the wound on her side. "Did they…"

"Drake… I don't know if I'll…"

"You'll be OK," Drake whispered softly. "I swear…"

For all the good that was worth… he'd also sworn he'd protect her… and now this had happened…

"Drake!" A voice suddenly interrupted him. Behind him, Dachande, Scarface and Deadstreak jumped down after him.

"What are you…" Drake started before Deadstreak cut him off.

"We're helping you," Deadstreak insisted. "No arguments."

"A Medicomp won't work on a human," Drake explained. "I have to get her to a hospital…"

"And how are they going to react when a fully-armoured Yautja warrior bursts in there?" Scarface interrupted. "Drake, I know this is stressful for you, but you're not going to do her any good if you lose your head."

"For God's sake," Drake answered, "She…"

"Drake, you need to calm down and think about this!"

He threw a small bag of clothing to Drake.

"There's some civilian clothes. Stay here with her and call an ambulance. Take her to the hospital, we'll meet you there on the roof. OK?"

Drake briefly glanced down at Rebecca as she faded into unconsciousness.

"OK."

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Drake stood silently by the hospital bed as he looked down. In bandages, Rebecca was lying on the bed, asleep from the anaesthetic.

"There's no serious damage," The doctor had assured him, "But she's lost a lot of blood. The good news is, she'll live."

Since then, Drake had sat there watching over her… until the door flew open. A middle-aged woman with short, brown hair stormed in.

"Rebecca," She gasped before seeing Drake. "Who in God's name are…"

"Drake," He answered. "I'm her… boyfriend…"

"Well, a lot of good you were!" She snapped, "Letting this happen to her!"

That was too much. Drake would give anything to have saved her, and now she was blaming it on him?

"You think I let this happen?" He suddenly snapped. "She was only even out there to get away from you two and your fighting!"

"How dare you!" A tall, middle-aged man with a weighty figure and receding hair snapped as he entered the room. "If you'd been there…"

"Don't try and blame this on me!" Drake shouted, clenching his fists.

"I! Am! Talking!" Rebecca's father snapped as he looked down at Drake. "Where the hell were you, then?"

"Hey, this is your fault!"

"I! Am! Talking!"

Drake's voice suddenly broke into a shout as he clenched his fists.

"And I'M! NOT! LISTENING!"

Rebecca's father suddenly stepped back, and Drake angrily stormed out of the room.

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"This doesn't make sense," Scarface commented. "Why just injure her and leave her there?"

"All I know is this," Drake answered as he put on his armour, attaching his wristblades. "They attacked her. They shot her, stabbed her, and left her for dead. Just threw her out into the alley with the trash."

His voice was oddly calm, almost as if pent up. Slowly and methodically, he attached his mask.

"And as a result," He explained, "That makes this simple. Very, very simple."

"Why's that?" Dachande asked.

A sudden fire lit up in Drake's eyes beneath his mask. His fists clenched and his muscles tensed.

As he spoke, Drake's voice slowly rose into a shot as he walked up to the edge of the roof.

"Because now," He answered as he leapt to the next roof, "There is no power on this Earth that can stop me!"

He leapt across the rooftops, straight toward the Weyland-Yutani labs…

Let it begin… but just what is Weyland-Yutani's game? Can anyone guess?

Please review! Sorry if this chapter wasn't quite up to scratch, it was late when I wrote it, I was tired, but hopefully it was OK.

All reviews welcome!