I'm becoming a beast at updating. Here's chapter six!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gone, or the song"Coming Unglued" by Ke$ha.

DEDICATION: To Caris L. Clearwater, who gave me a challenge that I twisted to this fic before you now!

WARNING: This fic is getting a bit dark and violent. If you don't like, I'm sorry. But bear with me, it's always brighter after the dark :)

Chapter Six: Coming Unglued

"But my cover will soon be blown,

if you ever look me in the eyes..."

-Ke$ha, "Coming Unglued"

Quinn's funeral was held at dusk, and almost the whole town showed up to mourn the resident fisherman. Drake pulled off the previously unknown to him emotion of grief without a hitch, and Sam fully bought it. And when the bloodied remains of Quinn Gaither were lowered into the grave Edilio had dug, Sam finally broke down and buried his head on Astrid's shoulder. Drake walked up to the couple, and laid a comforting hand on Sam's arm.

"It'll be all right, brah."

Sam's head flew up at the uttering of the surfer term, and his eyes locked with Nico's blue ones. "Nico," he said, sounding emotionally drained. "Would you mind taking over the fishing, now that Quinn..." He trailed off, and Drake patted his arm.

"Of course. Anything to help." Inside, he was chuckling. Sammy boy was such a sucker. "And Sam... I'm really sorry. I feel almost like it was my fault..." Sam shook his head.

"You couldn't have prevented it" The leader of Perdido Beach sounded weary. "It's just a FAYZ."

"I guess you're right." Drake matched Sam's tired tone easily, remembering with relish how Quinn screamed as he was forced towards the scything rudder. "I couldn't have prevented it."

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Drake walked with Nala towards the market in the center of Perdido Beach, trying to seem like a protective big brother. As he glanced down at the blond girl at his side, he once again wondered how the power of the gaiaphage, power that had distributed all of the lesser powers, power that had rendered Caine Soren insane for months, could be trapped inside such a small, innocent body.

And then her eyes met his, and they flashed green, almost seeming to throw sparks in the afternoon light. She smiled, and took his hand in her ice cold grip.

"Nala, Nico, hi!" Sam's girlfriend, Astrid, said cheerfully as she intercepted them, her little brother in tow. "Nico, shouldn't you be fishing?" Drake resisted the urge to punch the blond twit in the face, and instead smiled.

"Nah, Sam gave me the day off. We're going to go pick up some food." Astrid nodded, and continued the conversation. Behind her, Little Pete and Nala locked eyes, and after what seemed like only seconds, he began screaming, and Nala began choking.

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NALA'S POV:

Astrid was talking to Drake, and I could tell by his stance that he was barely repressing his violent tendencies. However, I concluded that he could handle himself, and instead turned to examine the little boy behind Astrid's legs. I assumed he was a boy; his features were pretty enough to be feminine.

And then my dark blue eyes met his light blue ones, and I knew.

So, this is my rival? My mind-voice sounded like it was coming through clenched teeth. This is the one who stopped the FAYZ from reaching its full potential? Little Pete. His eyes widened as he realized who- and what- I was.

Call me Peter, Nala. His mind-voice sounded equally harsh.

I smirked. My, how the great have fallen. Last time we met, was it back in the 1800's? I don't remember. But you were powerful back then, full of potential. And now look at you. Inhabiting the body of a four-year-old autistic.

I have powers that you don't even know. He sounded weak, trying to convince himself.

Pitiful, I scoffed. We'll see how powerful you are when I'm killing the one you call your sister. His body, Little Pete, began screaming, and I got a tickling sensation. Assuming that Peter was using part of his power to try and strangle me, I pretended to be choking while Astrid calmed down her brother and Drake, ever my faithful servant, knelt by my side.

Oh, bad move, Peter. That just made the end for all your precious humans come a little bit quicker, and believe me, in both their end and yours, there will be no mercy.

Ahh! Haha. I already have both chapters seven and eight written out, and Sam fans won't like them. But you know what you have to do...

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