'Go shake your ears!'

You're standing in a deep dark hole,
beneath a sky as black as coal.
It's just the fear of losing control
you know so well.

Drake has been having a bad couple of days and I knew all about it. How could I not know with him slamming doors and yelling at me during out training sessions? I tried to ask him what the hell was wrong with him and if he was going to break apart my house, since Caine decided it best if he were to stay at my place. Easier to get some extra training in the days; cannot believe it has been three days since Caine walked into town and about five or six since the FAYZ.

I looked up from the book I was reading, Twelfth Night, when I heard the front door slammed shut then flinched when my two large mastiffs began barking, one on the other end of the couch where I was sitting and the other on the ground. Quickly, I tried to quiet them down so they wouldn't anger Drake. "Shh, Sophia, Zack, hush! Be quiet now!"

My voice took on a strong commanding quality that I rarely used around anyone. The dogs, which I have trained since they were puppies, quieted immediately picking up the severity in my tone; they were rather smart dogs, thankfully. Drake walked into the living room and shot me a dirty look but I kept my own impassive look.

"Those damn dogs of yours are loud," Drake snapped but I only shrugged petting Zack on the head. I smiled at the large male dog, "You're a good boy, never yelling at me or taking advantage of the fact I opened my house to you. Always so kind."

Sophia barked as her wet nose nuzzled the bottom of my foot, tickling me. I giggled, "Sophia, you silly dog, stop that. You are also very kind."

"Stop laughing," Drake commanded with the same voice I used on my dogs but I kept giggling. "I said stop laughing!"

Don't miss it when the moment comes
be submissive just this once.
Imagine there is something to be done,
some truth to tell.

I looked at him silently, my jaw clenched shut. Why was he being such a jackass lately? Was it because of Caine and so he had to take it out on me? I slammed my book shut and stood up still staring at him angrily but not saying a single thing. Instead, I walked right on past him out of the room, Sophia and Zack quickly followed me because Drake was hardly ever nice to them.

"Where are you going?" he yelled after me.

"My room," I said tiredly, "Once you are not a jackass you can talk to me."

"Jess, don't you dare walk out that door," he demanded but I did just that and headed up the stairs, the dogs right at my heels.

I didn't understand why he was yelling at me. He had a town full of kids to yell at, even his own followers but he decided on me. He decided to abuse me with his words even though I opened my house to him, even though Caine pushed me to it. However, I still let him in and tried to make it as homely as possible for him even though he hardly acknowledged it. I had thought we were passed the whole him hating me for absolutely no reason, but I guess not.

I would love
to trouble you in your time of need,
Lose your way;
It's a pleasure when you're in my command.

Just before I could even place my hand on the doorknob of my room, Sophia and Zack growled lowly causing me to turn around only to face him. I crossed my arms and waited for the abuse but shark face just stood there for ages staring at me with those cold gray eyes. Finally, I snapped, "Get on with it."

"Get on with what?" he snapped right back.

"Go on, kick the dog. Kick me, abuse me Drake," I took a step towards him. "I know you want to, that's all you have been doing lately."

Drake stared me down, "Didn't know you felt so emotional about it. Thought you were stronger than all that-

This got a cruel laugh from me but it was brief. "Right, because this is all part of the training right? Try to see how strong I am emotionally. Drake, I went to Coates with you, saw those kids and walked away without a second thought! If you still think I am not emotionally strong then you must be very sick minded."

"Don't flatter me, your chance to do that has long past," his voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes at him, "Go away Drake, I'm not in the mood for you right now."

I turned to head into my room but he blocked my way by stepping in front of me. He growled with a look in his eye I could not place, "Where do you think you are going? Did you forget about our training?"

"Drake, when I said go away, I mean, leave me alone," I said each word slowly as if I were talking to an idiot. He did not like this but now, I did not care. Being abused was not the first thing I enjoyed doing in my day but that is what you get when you take on Drake Merwin.

Juggle like a diplomat,
Struggle to hold onto your hat,
Swinging like an acrobat,
But time will tell.
The clock is dripping on the wall,
Listen to the rise and fall,
Close your eyes and hear the call you know so well.

Put on your wings,
You're responsible for everything

"We are going to train today," he took a hold of my wrists. "I'll drag you there if I have to."

"Go ahead, I'll just sit there not doing anything-

"Unless I put a gun to your head-

"Then what? What will that do? Kill me and then you won't ever be able to use me for your back up plans," I sneered hating the fact that I was simply a backup plan for them. "Plus, what would you do without a mutant to keep the others in line? You think they will stay scared of just you and your gun forever. People rebel, not right away but push them far enough and they will get together and go against you, Diana and Caine. Sure Caine has mutant powers but he also has a partner who he prefers over you."

"How do you know that?" he said with pure anger burning bright in his eyes meaning I was right on the target.

"Because, Caine is a boy and boys like girls-

"Yeah right, I wouldn't ever fall under one of you witches spells," he snickered, "Not worth my time."

"Oh really," I pushed my rather developed body for a fourteen year old into his sturdy body, my face mere centimeters away from his. "You wouldn't waste a single second on one of us?" I batted my lashes at him, something I learned from my older sister. I would take notes on how she acted around boys since she was my only role model in my life since my parents were hardly parents.

Something metallic pressed against my stomach only causing me to smirk as I leaned in even closer. Quickly, I barely brushed my lips against his as I grabbed the gun and turned it into useless metal. My smirk grew as I saw that evil but 'good' evil glint in his eyes.

Desolate in anger and safe in isolation.
You're about to be the victim of a holy visitation,
By the rites that I've been given.

"Only the really strong, sexy girls will ever be worth my time," he smirked, neither of us would pull back, it meant that we would be backing down from a challenge.

"Too bad in the FAYZ there isn't anyone like that," I trailed my hand up his inner thigh waiting for him to shiver or moan. Perhaps, even harden a bit down there, after all boys will be boys. However, before I could go too far up, he grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly in a way of hurting me but Sophia barked causing Zack to bark making me to pull back to see what was wrong. It was nothing obviously; I glared at the two dogs for ruining my fun and keeping him in my control for a little while.

"Your damn dogs keep barking at nothing," he commented still holding onto my hand though not as tightly.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Keep talking like that and I will make sure you sleep on the ground outside tonight, in the dog house."

"Be downstairs in five minutes, we're going out," he simply made a face at me before letting go of my hand, spun on his heels and walked on back down stairs. I watched him until he disappeared from my view; I grinned and crouched down to pet my mastiffs. Their dog breath right in my face causing me to wrinkle up my nose, "Stinky breath, come on, you two stay in my room while I go out okay?" Zack licked my face. "Ew, Zack, thanks love you too. Now get in and stay in."

I opened my door and shoved them in. Once they were in, I leaned against the door and smiled thinking about Drake. He held back from completely yelling at me, but he had not told me what was wrong. That was what I am going to do right now. I walked right back downstairs and found him in the kitchen digging through the fridge.

"What are you doing in my fridge? Thought we are going out?" I crossed my arms as I leaned against the entrance frame of the kitchen. Drake looked at me with a frown, "Hungry, make me a sandwich."

"Sure jungle man," I sighed walking right over; he looked confused for a moment before sitting down at the small wooden table. "What kind of sandwich?"

"I don't care, just make what you normally make," Drake leaned back in his chair as I busied myself in making the food. Hearing his answer I took out the bits of celery, tomato and chicken I still had in the fridge, soon I would run out but luckily, Drake always made sure it was stocked all the time with something edible.

"So, you talked with Caine today?" I asked as if it were nothing.

"Yeah like normal," he sighed as he looked at the lump of metal in front of him. I walked over, put my hand over it and it became a new silver blade for me. I smiled as I walked in back to the tomato.

"Anything new?" I began cutting the tomato with my new blade.

"Not really," he grunted, "But if you keep turning all my guns into those damn blades, we're going to have a problem."

With a sigh, I washed off the blade and turned it back into something I knew he loved, a gun. I walked back to him, "Here is your precious gun Merman."

There was a moment of silence but Drake broke it with a rather civil tone that I enjoyed hearing.

"Why were you asking? Is there something going on that I don't know about?" near the end his voice started to sound a bit scary to me. I bit my lip and shook my head.

"No, just wondering. You've been in a really bad mood since yesterday and I was just wondering what was going on," I shrugged. Another moment of silence, of course. I didn't expect him to tell me anything, it's Drake; he doesn't talk about anything with anyone. He just aims and shoots when things aren't going his way.

"Well, it's not your problem when I'm in a bad mood," he finally stated almost angrily. "My problems, I'll deal with them by myself. No reason for you to get involved."

Put on your wings,
you're not responsible for everything.

"Yeah well, deal with them quietly then," I mumbled as I took two plates out of the cupboards for the sandwiches. I made one for him and one for myself. Turning around, I headed to the table and placed on in front of him but before I sat down, I asked, "Water or soda?"

"What do you think?" he raised his eyebrows at me.

"Soda it is then," I sighed going back to the fridge to take out two cans of coca cola, since that is all we had. Taking one last look at the contents of the refrigerator, I took note of the fact we need more food. Time for Drake to take what he wanted from Ralph's. I shut the door and went back to the table, sliding the soda to him as I sat across from him. For a moment, I glanced at him with my plain brown eyes wishing he would just open up, let someone into his life for once. Then again, that would mean that someone would have some opportunity to take advantage of him, something I was sure he would never let happen.

I would love
to trouble you in your time of need.
Lose your way,
It's a pleasure when you're in my command,
When you're in my command.
In my command.

Right, don't own Gone or the song, 'In my Command.' Hope all of you who is reading this likes it so far. Also, thank you Caris L. Clearwater for reviewing, I really appreciated it! ^_^

Oh and if any of you read Not Logical or Logically in Love, hope you caught the little inference to the other stories in here. ^^"