Wow, another update. I rock. Say it... I rock. Haha.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gone, or the song!
DEDICATION: To Caris. What would we do without you?
WARNING: If you're a Sam-fan, beware. ...And Zil-fans should beware as well, but I don't think there's any of those.
Chapter Seven: Manipulating Woman
"Better not try to get inside my head,
you'll find a nightmare waiting..."
-Ladyhawke, "Manipulating Woman
"Today's the day," Nala said, sounding joyful as she practically skipped down the steps, glancing at the boy laying prostrate on the couch. "Ready to earn your keep, Drake?" At those words, he practically shot off of the sofa, eyes glinting expectantly.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"Yes. Grab one of those bags, and follow me."
.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.
"What's that smell?" Nala grabbed Drake's arm and shook it harshly. "Smell that? Do you smell that?" A crowd of kids were soon gathered around their dramatic performance, all sniffing the air.
"What the heck, Nala?" Drake said, his vehement tone sounding equally dramatic as he looked around, his movements exaggerated. "I can't smell anything!" Nala inhaled deeply.
"It smells like... Meat."
As soon as she said this, all of the gathered kids could smell it. Freshly roasted meat. All mouths present began to water. Sometimes, fish and vegetables just didn't cut it, and the deer that Hunter caught were never enough. As Nala followed her nose down the street, every kid in Perdido Beach was behind her.
They followed her to Sam's house.
Sam only lived in it once in a while, dividing his time between the mayor's office and Mary, Astrid, and John's house, which gave Drake and Nala the perfect opportunity to sneak in and fill the basement with rocks Nala had transformed into the most succulent food imaginable; food that could no longer be found in the FAYZ.
"I think I found it," Nala yelled, and flung open the wood hatch that led down to the basement of the house. The smoky smell of meat immediately filled the air, and the kids surged forward to look down.
The contents of the basement were perfectly legible in the bright morning light; piles of wrapped candy, strings of cured, dried meat, bags of bread hanging from the ceiling, barrels of butter and jugs of milk, unable to spoil in the room's freezing temperatures. Nala and Drake smirked as one as the kids behind them burst into loud yells of indignation, and Nala raised her arms until there was quiet.
"Who's house is this?" she asked loudly.
"Sam's!" the crowd of hungry kids screamed back.
"So who do we need to go to?"
"Sam!" part of the group shouted. The other half stayed quiet.
"Screw Sam," a loudmouthed kid known as Zil yelled. "Let's just get to that food!" The crowd roared in agreement as Nala frowned, and stampeded towards the basement. Drake watched from the sidelines as Nala stepped quickly next to Zil, tripped him, snapping his neck with one effective twist, making it seem as if he was trampled by the mass amounts of food-crazed kids.
Nala emerged unscathed, looking pointedly at Drake.
"'Kay, Nico. Go do your thing."
.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.
Sam was sitting at his desk with Edilio across from him, going through Sam's list of daily duties he needed to attend to, when a knock came from outside the door. Edilio opened it, and Nico walked in.
"Hey, Nico," Sam said wearily.
"T'sup? Hey, Edilio, would you mind if I talked with Sam, y'know..." The Honduran glanced at Sam, who nodded. Edilio left, and the mayor motioned for Nico to sit down. He didn't.
"So, what's on your mind?"
"Oh, nothing, really," Nico said nonchalantly. "Your death."
Sam did an almost comical double-take. "Excuse me?" A scarily familiar grin stretched Nico's mouth as his features distorted and melted, as his right arm elongated and turned mottled red and grey, as he turned into Drake Merwin. Sam's eyes widened and he seemed glued in place as Drake pulled a pistol from inside his jacket and pointed it with deadly precision right at Sam's heart.
"You're not surviving this one," Drake said, and pulled the trigger.
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