Chapter 8! In the song I'm using, I had to cut out 2 lines of a verse because it would have sounded very, very weird as it's a guy's song about a girl but in this chapter, it's from Diana's POV. So if you've heard this song before and think "Oh, she's missed out some lines," then you'll know why! If anyone can get the missed out lines correct, I'll dedicate Chapter 9 to you!

Oh, by the way, there's been a bit of a time skip between this chapter and the last. Not much though, only a short while. Also, later on in the chapter, I begin to mention a voice in Diana's head. I did NOT get that idea from the Maximum Ride books by James Patterson.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the rights to GONE (Michael Grant does) and I don't own the rights to the song, which is Poison by Alice Cooper (Oddly enough, he owns the rights to his song!). Enjoy!

DIANA'S POV

Your cruel device,

Your blood like ice,

One look could kill,

My pain, you thrill.

I sat up on my bed and glanced over at Astrid. She was lying fast asleep on her bed, as she had been for the past hour. I had tried to get to sleep, but I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that Drake had left the door unlocked. I got the feeling that he had done it deliberately – after all, he'd made sure that Astrid and I were in the room where the window didn't open and the air vent led to Drake's room. Why would he go to all that trouble and then forget to lock the door? I decided I would chance it. If I could escape Coates and get to Perdido Beach, and then find Edilio or someone reliable, I could get them to go and rescue Astrid. But why didn't I wake Astrid and we could escape together? a part of my brain asked me. I told myself it was because if we got caught, I didn't want Astrid to get hurt. In reality, however, I think it is because I'm not that kind of person. I'm the kind of person that shouldn't care less if Astrid got hurt. I guess because of everything we'd been through, I felt kind of protective over her. If I really couldn't care less about her, I'd escape and not bother getting the Perdido Beach kids to rescue Astrid. I tiptoed silently over to the door. Taking one last look at Astrid, I quietly opened the door and stepped out into the cool, dark hallway. I looked over at Drake's bedroom door, and then walked hurriedly down the hall, trying to go as quietly as I could.

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch),

I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop.

I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much),

I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison.

I hadn't managed to get very far down the hall when I felt a hand covering my mouth, stifling my scream. I tried to turn my head, but whoever was behind me was too close for me to turn my head. However, when the Whip–Hand curled around my waist, I had no doubt at all about who was behind me. Drake. He started dragging me backwards, his hand still covering my mouth. I tried to squirm out of his grip, but he was holding me too tight. He kept pulling me backwards until we stopped suddenly. I froze when I recognised the door to the room that Astrid was in – and I should be in as well. Drake, taking his hand off my mouth just for a second, only to replace it with his Whip–Hand, reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. He slid it into the lock on the door and turned it slowly. I heard the click, meaning that Astrid was now locked in. I cursed angrily in my head. I'd been hoping that Drake would have locked the door after I was back in the room. Drake turned around, so I was now facing the door to his room. He pushed open the door and forced me inside. I tried kicking his leg, planning to run out of his room as soon as he let me go, but he just moved out the way of my kicks. Still with the Whip–Hand around my mouth, Drake shut and locked his room door. Suddenly he took his Whip–Hand away from my mouth and smirked at me. I glared angrily at him.

You're poison runnin' through my veins.

You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains.

Your mouth, so hot.

You're web, I'm caught.

"What a surprise. You tried to escape." Drake said. I didn't say anything in response, just kept glaring at him, taking in gulps of much–needed air. "I'm surprised, however, that you didn't wake Astrid." He said to me, his smirk widening. I had a sudden urge to slap that stupid smirk right off his smug face. I didn't though, because I'd only get hurt. "Why didn't you wake her, Diana?" Drake asked me.

"That's none of your business, Drake." I snapped, finally getting my breathing back to normal. A look of anger flashed across his face, quickly replaced with a grin that made my heart do somersaults. "I know that, Diana. It's not going to stop me from asking you though." Drake said, taking a step towards me. I instantly took a step back. Drake kept taking slow, leisurely steps towards me. With each step he took forward, I'd take two steps back, getting more and more nervous with each step. Very quickly I found myself with no more room to move backwards – I was standing right back against the wall and I had Drake in front of me. I glared at him. "Get away from me, Drake." I said angrily. He just smirked at me, something that really annoyed me. I raised both my arms to push him away, but he wrapped his Whip–Hand around both of my wrists. He smirked at me again. Suddenly, I ripped my wrists from his grasp and pushed past him, running as fast as I could to the door. I could hear him running behind me, and then felt his Whip–Hand wrapping itself around my waist. Again.

I hear you callin' and it's needles and pins (and pins).

I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name.

Don't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin (deep in).

I wanna kiss you, but your lips are venomous poison.

Drake wrenched me backwards; slamming my back so hard against the wall it knocked the breath out of me. He stepped forwards, anger in his eyes, closing the miniscule gap between us. The toes of his black trainers were flush against the toes of my white ones. I looked up at his face, his grey eyes staring into mine. I looked away quickly. All of a sudden, I could feel Drake's hand take hold of my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I tried to free my chin from his grip but as there was a wall behind me, that didn't work very wall – I only succeeded in hurting the back of my head from when I accidentally hit it off the wall. I glared at Drake. "Let me go Drake." I said to him, trying to stop my voice shaking. He smiled at me and shook his head. I was shocked – it wasn't a smirk, or a cruel grin, it was a real, genuine smile! Drake bent his head close to mine's and then suddenly his lips were on mine. I attempted to pull my head back, but he let go of my chin and put his hand on the back of my head, preventing me from moving my head away. I put both my hands on his chest and tried to push him away but he wouldn't move, instead he somehow managed to move even closer to me. Seeing as I was pressed against the wall, with Drake not letting go of my head, and my arms trapped between us, I appeared to be stuck. I didn't want him to kiss me, I didn't! Did I…? I definitely did NOT want to kiss him back…so why on earth have I relaxed against him, kissing him back just as fiercely as he was kissing me? I don't know…

You're poison, runnin' through my veins.

You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains.

Poison.

One look (one look), could kill (could kill),

My pain, your thrill.

It went on for what seemed like ages, the two of us standing there, him kissing me, me kissing him. Eventually, I had to pull away from him. Thankfully, this time he let me pull away – it seemed like both of us needed to get our breath back. The two of us just stood there, me looking up into his eyes, he looking down into mine. We stood like that for a while, neither of us speaking. I think we were too breathless to utter a word. At least, I was. "Wha…what did you do that for?" I asked Drake after I had regained my breath. Drake just smirked at me. I rolled my eyes. "That's none of you business, Diana." He said, mocking me earlier words. I glared at him.

"Of course it's my business, Drake. You kissed me, for goodness sake!" I said, annoyed at him. Does he think that he can kiss me and then not tell me why? Obviously he does. "If you remember, Diana, you kissed me back." Drake said to me, his smirk growing. "What else was I supposed to do? You wouldn't let me go." I said to him. I didn't kiss him voluntarily, of course I didn't. I would never, ever kiss him voluntarily. Wouldn't you? A voice in my head asked me. Of course I wouldn't! Oh, great, now I'm talking to myself. Isn't that the first sign of madness? I'd say that kissing Drake is the first sign of madness the voice said. SHUT UP! I've already said I would NEVER kiss him voluntarily! I yelled in my head. "You could have fought a bit harder. I didn't think you were the type of girl to give up without a fight." Drake's voice interrupted my thoughts. I jumped.

I wanna love you but I better not touch (don't touch).

I wanna hold you, but me senses tell me to stop.

I wanna kiss you but I want it too much (too much).

I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison.

"I am the kind of girl who doesn't give up without a fight." I told him. To prove my point, I braced my hands, which were still resting on his chest, and shoved him hard. Drake wasn't prepared, and stumbled backwards, landing on the floor with a dull thud. I used the opportunity to run past him, heading straight to the door. I stopped running suddenly. Damn! Drake has the key! I had two choices I told myself. I could keep running towards the door, and he would get me then. Or, I could go back to him and demand that he unlock the door and let me out. And what are the chances of that happening? The voice asked me. I ignored it, thinking about my choices. I didn't like either of them, but decided to keep running towards the door. I had almost reached the door when Drake's whip wrapped around my waist. "Stick to the routine, why don't you, Drake?" I said sarcastically. Honestly, it was like a game of cat and mouse.

His response was to tighten his grip with the whip. I sighed and dug my nails into the whip. I had the satisfaction of hearing him yell in pain. Unfortunately, he didn't let go of me. "I'd be careful if I were you, Diana." He whispered in my ear. I shivered. "Well, I thank God you're not me." I hissed back. I heard him laugh darkly, sending shivers down my spine. Drake slowly turned me around to face him. I glared at him, which only made him laugh. He brought his mouth close to my ear. "Your insolence is going to get you in trouble on day." He said softly. I shivered, again. "It seems it already has. After all I'm stuck here with you." I retorted.

You're poison runnin' through my veins.

You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains.

Poison.

Drake glared at me. "And what's wrong with being 'stuck here with me?'" he asked me quietly. Somehow, he managed to sound even scarier when he was speaking quietly. "You're a psychotic freak who gets pleasure from killing and torturing people." I told him pleasantly. I wasn't exactly expecting him to start dancing with happiness at that, but really, isn't slapping me a bit of an extreme reaction? "You have some serious anger issues." I told him. He slapped me again. I really need to start thinking before I speak I thought, feeling my cheek burn with the force behind both slaps. He rolled his eyes. "So you're not just a pretty face after all." He said, feigning surprise. "You actually have some brains in there?" he asked, tapping the side of my head. I glared fiercely at him and jerked my head back. "Of course I do. It's a shame I can't say the same about you though." I replied. Drake squeezed his whip and lifted me off the ground. I tried kicking him, but there wasn't much point – he just stepped backwards, avoiding each of my kicks. What was it I'd been saying about thinking before I speak? I glared at him. "Put me down now, Drake." I said. He just laughed at me. "If you're sure." He said. Then dropped me. Right onto the floor. He knelt down in front of me. I glared at him and started to stand up. Drake put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down forcefully. My knees buckled underneath me and I fell back to the floor. "Sit, Diana." Drake said to me. Honestly, you'd think I was a dog the way he spoke to me! I sat up. He pushed me back down, glaring at me. "What?" I asked innocently. "I thought you wanted me to sit?"

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch).

I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop.

I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much).

I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison.

Drake hit me again, using his Whip–Hand this time. I winced as fresh blood appeared on my skin. Drake smirked at me. "Don't try and act smarter than me, Diana." I laughed then smirked back at him. "I'm not acting." I said to him. Anger crossed his face. Unfortunately, the anger was soon replaced by his cruel grin. I groaned inwardly. Drake + Anger + Cruel Grin + Me = nothing good for me. "Really Diana, you should learn to hold you tongue." Drake said, raising his Whip–Hand.

I couldn't resist – I stuck out my tongue and took hold of it. "I already know how." I informed him, although it probably sounded like gibberish, but he got the gist of it. Although, he did look slightly baffled as he wrenched me hand off my tongue. "Stop acting like and idiot!" he snapped. I tried to look offended, but ended up laughing instead. "OK. I'll leave that to you." I said. Drake glared furiously at me then brought his Whip–Hand down across my face. It moved so fast, it looked like a blur. "I was being serious." He hissed. I nearly replied 'So was I,' but I managed to stop myself. I was glad I had because the next time Drake hit me with his Whip–Hand was excruciatingly painful. I cried out in pain and then curled up into a ball, covering my face with my arms. There were tears running down my face and my whole body was shaking. Suddenly I felt something wrap itself in my hair. I shuddered. It was Drake's whip. The whip gently pulled my head back and then I was looking up into Drake's eyes.

Yeah.

Well I don't wanna break these chains.

Poison.

I flinched away from him. Drake removed his whip from my hair and looked at me…dejectedly? That couldn't be right; I must have been imagining things. As far as I knew, Drake just didn't do looking dejected. Yeah, but he doesn't exactly radiate happiness either, does he? My voice asked me in a slightly sarcastic tone. He looked down at the floor. This is my last chance to try and escape, I thought. While he was still looking at the floor, I quickly stood up. He made no move to stop me. I ran to the door, and I managed to get there without feeling Drake's whip round my waist. I reached the door and then realised I didn't have the key. I had completely forgotten about it! I slid to the floor, feeling defeated. I looked down at the floor and thought about kicking the door down. I was debating on whether or not I should when a shadow appeared above me. I looked up. It was Drake, his face void of all emotion. "Stand up, Diana." He commanded me, his voice cold. I was slightly shocked – and just a little bit scared. I mean, I know Drake's no Father Christmas but I can't remember him ever looking or acting as frosty as this. I just sat there, staring at him. I'd forgotten he had even spoken to me. That is, of course, until he grabbed my hair with his good hand and pulled me roughly to my feet. "I told you to stand up." He hissed in the same cold tone he had used a minute ago. "S…sorry." I mumbled. This surprised me – I don't apologise to people, particularly not sadistic psychopaths. Although, if it's a sadistic psychopath with a slightly scary whip instead of his right arm, then I supposed apologising is probably a smart thing to do.

Runnin' deep inside my veins.

Burnin' deep inside my veins.

Poison.

Drake didn't react. Well, he moved closer to me but he didn't say anything. Oh no, I thought. Please, not again. If God exists, he clearly doesn't like me as the next thing I knew, Drake's mouth was once again on mine. Drake wrapped his Whip–Hand around my waist and pinned me against the wall. Yet again, I couldn't move away, no matter how hard I tried. I tried not to kiss him back, but, as before, I found that I was kissing him back. I did not want to kiss Drake – I hate Drake! At least, that's what I told myself. This time, Drake was kissing me much, much more fiercely than he had earlier. It was so fierce, I almost found it painful. I told myself that I hated kissing Drake with the amount of passion that I was now, but of course, my voice decided that now would be an excellent time to come and bother me. If you really didn't like it, you wouldn't be doing it, my voice told me. I decided just to ignore it. It was just the incredibly sensible, yet incredibly annoying part of my brain trying to make me see sense. In that annoying way of being very subtle about it that it had. Later, I would probably regret not listening to it, but at the moment…well, I was kind of distracted. I felt Drake's hand running through my hair. I moved my arms from my sides and slipped them around his neck. I couldn't help but think that we would have gone on like that forever, but we had to break away soon after, both of us breathing heavily.

"What do you want, Drake?" I asked him softly. I watched with growing dread as he smirked at me. "I want to take control of the FAYZ. And you're going to help me." Drake replied.

Well, that's Chapter 8 done! Please, please, please review! I liked this chapter, but I really want to know what YOU think! The title of this chapter probably isn't the best name for it, but it's a hell of a lot better than plain old "Drake and Diana." Which is what I was going to call it, before I thought of "Cat and Mouse."

The ending of this chapter wasn't planned out – actually, like Chapter 6, none of this chapter was planned out! I just wrote whatever came into my head! The ending was thought of about half an hour ago, so I wrote it down because I knew I'd forget otherwise! Please let me know what you thought of it – was it good, bad, utterly rubbish? I also want to know what you think of my song choice. Don't forget, whoever gets those missing lines right gets Chapter 9 dedicated to them!