Author's note: thanks again to those who've reviewed my story, it's encouraging to think that someone is enjoying it. And sorry for not uploading recently, I've been suffering from internetlessness, writers block, and low self esteem, but I promise I'll try to make the next chapter longer and upload it sooner (but right now I'm still getting over jetlag.)
Disclaimer: If I owned the gone series, then I wouldn't have made a fanfiction about it
Three weeks after Caine had left those not loyal to him, we had begun to worry that we would run out of food. We had noticed that the meals were getting smaller and less frequent, there's a nice girl called Dekka here, she offered to give me her food, but I declined, half because I would feel guilty, and half because I wasn't actually hungry.
Apparently, Caine had been holding a sort of "mutant club", and Diana (who, apparently, wasn't Caine's girlfriend) would say how powerful each person was, and how dangerous they were if they weren't loyal to Caine. Being a three bar and not loyal to Caine, I was relatively high on that list.
My power, according to Brianna, was probably something along the lines of being able to see the future, she also thought I might be able to make things happen by drawing them, unfortunately, however, we won't be able to find out what I can do until we get this cement off our hands.
None of us knew what time it was any more, and we all just fell asleep when we were tired and woke up when we weren't. Most people either slept the rest of the day or talked with their friends, a common topic of conversation was what we'd do to Caine if we could, and it had become a game, almost, to come up with the most violent death possible for the one responsible for us starving and being unable to move.
Of course, we had been able to walk around a little at first, but very few people wanted to, as lugging around cement blocks that scratch your wrists when you moved them was somewhat uncomfortable. There's a girl called Taylor Ohere, she wasn't the sort of person I'd usually hang out with, but when I talked to her, I decided that she wasn't too bad, as my options were talking to Dekka and Brianna, who were cool, but I could tell that Brianna, at least, didn't trust me as much as she might someone else because I was Drake's brother, and many questions went something like "You know Drake, what do you think he'd do?", but neither had told anyone else, and for that I was grateful, so I did my best to answer. There were a few people who spent their time moping, and I didn't waste any of mine in deciding that I didn't like them. My third option was to sleep all day, and I actually couldn't do that, no matter how much I wanted to. And my fourth option was Taylor, who did all the talking, and was somewhat entertaining to listen to, though she did try to figure out what I was hiding much of the time.
"So," Taylor said, bringing me back to reality, "do you have any older siblings?"
"No," I lied, "just me." Taylor was the kind of person who would persistently try to find answers to her questions for a while, then just forget about it after a week or so
"Really?" asked Taylor, as if an only child was the rarest thing in the world, "Me too!"
"That's cool." I said as pleasantly as possible, "But you seem like the kind of girl with lots of sister-ish friends"
"Yeah, but not since I came to Coates, I mean, all the students are freaks," she laughed, "I mean not you-and-me sort of freaks, that's just us poor souls."
I offered my own attempt at a laugh at the now overused joke here, and said in a mock-hurt voice, "Hey, my parents were planning on sending me here..." if Mum had had the money after Dad kicked the bucket. I thought sourly.
"Ha, how come?" Taylor asked.
"My parents didn't like me, and all I did was lurk on random sites made for people Caine's age." I said.
Taylor was about to respond with some long story when Drake burst in. His gunmetal grey eyes darted around the room.
"Taylor." he said, grabbing her by the arm, and smirking as she winced from the effort of using her toothpick legs. The two then left without even a word to explain why he was dragging one of the freaks out of the school. Not even Brianna could think of something mouthy to say about it.
Great. More people with cement block hands that Caine has grudges on are about to join us. At the time I had been somewhat preoccupied clutching my head in pain due to the inside-my-head equivalent of being hit by a bus.
But what I did know was that it felt like my head was being hit repeatedly with a sledgehammer, and that the cement block encasing my hands disappeared.
I saw Caine and his followers jump to try and stop them, and that was when a giant knife (that I recognised immediately as the giant bread knife from one of my drawings) materialized in front of them.
That's when I heard my brother scream out in pain and fear for the first time in my life
The jagged edge of the poorly drawn knife had fallen directly on his left shoulder, very nearly slicing his arm off, then, as quickly as it had come, the knife just vanished into thin air.