Hey all, here's the quickly-updated chapter five! I tried to make it longer this time…

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gone, or the song

DEDICATION: Yep, to Caris! This fic would have never happened without you :)

WARNING: This fic isn't for Quinn lovers.

Chapter Five: This Love, This Hate

"Only few can sing like lions

'cause we sing until we're gone...

And we've got each other's backs until we're back where we belong..."

-Hollywood Undead, "This Love, This Hate"

"What do we have here?" Sam Temple said, turning around on the office's swivel chair. Edilio motioned for both Drake and Nala to sit down, which they did, on the other chairs in the mayor's office. Drake repressed the urge to squirm on the hard, uncomfortable wooden seat, then wondered if it was something his new self –Nico D'Karssen- would do. He knew absolutely nothing about his new identity, and he really didn't want to screw this up for Nala and himself. But mostly for himself.

"I found them on the outskirts of town," Edilio was saying. "They're apparently from the national park, and they want to stay in town." Sam waved his hand dismissively.

"Sure, but here, we work for our keep."

"We're used to that," Drake replied, trying to keep the usual biting sarcasm from inhabiting his voice. Sam waved his hand once again, and the D'Karssens were ushered out of the office.

.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.

"We've been here for a week, and nobody's died yet," Drake snarled, slamming his hands down on the table. Nala glanced up from where she was busy morphing small rocks into sandwiches for dinner. She cocked an eyebrow.

"Watch that tone of voice with me."

Drake exhaled loudly and dropped into a chair in the house he shared with this little girl, with the gaiaphage. "I hate waiting."

"I've been waiting for the past couple of decades." She also sat and passed him a sandwich. "And you want to see death? Fine. Who're you in the mood to kill?" She said this casually, as if murder was a daily dinner table discussion. Drake ran a hand through Nico's blond dreadlocks.

"Sam."

"Of course." She rolled her eyes. "I know that, but I'm saving him for something special. Anyone else?"

"Diana," he snarled, and as an afterthought, he added, "and Caine."

"No," she mused, finger to her lips. "We'll leave them until our takeover of Coates. We need someone close to home, someone we can make their death look like an accident... Someone Sam's close to."

"Astrid?" Drake sounded hopeful.

Nala stood, slamming her fists into the table, making the wood splinter and crack. "Think, Drake," she hissed. "Who have you worked with for the past week, alone?"

He also stood, his shark's grin looking out of place on Nico's handsome features. "Quinn."

"We have a winner," she replied bitingly, but then she also smirked. "Have fun. But remember, it has to look like an accident." His smirk widened.

"No problem."

.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.

Drake ran into town, Nico's dreadlocks flying everywhere, the epitome of distress all over his face. "Sam!" he yelled, running up to the boy, who was supervising the reconstruction of a building that had burnt down as a result of some kid smoking a cigarette. "Sam! This is an emergency!"

The blond looked up, an annoyed expression gracing his face. "What is it... Nico, was it?" Drake nodded.

"Yeah, but that's not important now. It's Quinn..." Sam's eyes widened.

"What's wrong with him? What happened?"

"We were fishing this morning, just me and him, out on a big boat..." Drake panted, trying to make the panic in his voice sound realistic. "When he hooked a fish. He was trying to reel it in, when it pulled him overboard. We were in one of the biggest boats from the dock..."

"Yeah, I got that!" Sam said, sounding frightened. Drake smirked internally.

"It's rudder wasn't protected. Quinn got caught in it... It's power was on high..." Drake laid a blanket out on the ground; the only thing left was a bloodied stump of a hand. "I'm really sorry, I tried my best to save him." Drake's internal smirk grew wider as actual tears began forming at the eyes of Nico D'Karssen, and those tears were mirrored in Sam's eyes.

"Brah..." Sam whispered, gazing at all that was left of Quinn.

.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.

"I heard about the big fishing accident," Nala said later that day, as she passed her brother in the town sqare, on the way to help Mary out at the daycare. Her voice lowered, turned darker. "Good job, Drake."

"It was my pleasure," he said softly, happily.

There you have it... Sorry about Quinn's death, to all you Quinn lovers.

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