"Oh come on, what're we doing back in this wreck of a town?" Sonia complains.
"Just shut up and watch." Drake scowls.
"But-"
"Shhh!" Jamal slaps his hand over her mouth and gives her a stern look. Will this girl ever learn? He thought to himself.
Sonia crosses her arms and sighs loudly. She remains quiet though as she followed Drake through Perdido Beach. Drake walks up behind a small child, his shadow towering over the poor kid. Sonia didn't know the kid by name, but she had seen him around.
The kid screams when he sees Drake and bolts away as fast as his little legs would carry him. Drake chases him into the badly damaged church and corners him against a wall. The only noises on that quiet night was the sound of of Drake's maniacal cackling, a child's screams, and the sound of his whip hand cracking.
Sonia grimaces and rubs a nearly healed whip-cut on her arm. She shifts side to side nervously as the screams continue, before she finally has had enough.
"Drake!" She stormed up to him, only to be ignored. She scowls and grabs onto his whip-arm when he rears back. She yanks him back, away from the kid. "Drake, that's enough!"
Drake glares at the smaller girl, cold eyes bearing down on her. Sonia stands her ground and keeps a tight grip on the whip arm. They hold a stare off as the child runs away crying.
"Stay out of my way." Drake shoves her away and scowls.
"Don't worry, I wont pull on your leash too hard, mutt." Sonia snaps back.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, I'm sorry! Is your master the only one allowed to talk to you like that?!"
"Shut up!"
"Make me."
Drake raises his whip hand, and Sonia flinches away. But before he can bring it down, a think nearly invisible wire chops it off. He cries out angrily, staring at the remains to his whip-hand.
Not again... He thinks bitterly.
Sonia scrambles backwards and hides behind a pew, watching in horror as Drake is suddenly chopped into pieces. She looks around frantically and spots Brianna holding a thin line of string.
"Slice and dice." Brianna smirks. She glances at Sonia confused. "Can you explain to me why your hanging around this psycho?"
"Uh... Um.. Well, you see..."
"I'm going to fucking KILL YOU!" Drake's bodyless head screams.
Brianna jumps a foot in the air, staring in shock at the still twitching body parts and still talking head. She shakes her head slowly before she turns and sprints away. This was not her job.
Drake growls angrily, "What're you two idiots doing just standing around?! Put me back together, NOW."
Sonia squeals and dances around squeamishly. "No, that's disgusting!"
"Sonia!"
"But Drake-"
"Now, Sonia!"
Sonia groans and, with the help of Jamal, helps push Drake's body together so it molds back together. Sonia shudders and gets some distance from the mess. The two fugitives(3 if you count Sonia) leave the church and sneak off to rest in an abandoned house.
"You know, you never cease to amaze me." Sonia comments, sitting on the couch.
"No, you shut up. I am so pissed at you right now." Drake snaps.
"What? What did I do?"
"There's a rumor going around that the Gaiaphage is gay for me. Do you have any idea where that may have came from?" He asks, keeping up a scarily calm stature.
"What? I-I had no idea that was going around." Sonia denies. "Jamal, did you know about that?"
Jamal frowns on mock confusion to match hers, "But weren't you the one-"
"No! I'd never do that!"
"But Albert said-"
"Shut up!"
"You." Drake points at Sonia. "Are so dead."
Sonia digs around the first aid kit, putting lines of band aids on the deep, jagged cut on her arm. The rest of the whip marks weren't as deep, but stung like a bitch.
"Your so mean." Sonia whines.
"You deserved... It..."
The two of them suddenly fall silent. Sonia's eyes widen, a shudder running through her body. She watches as Drake suddenly stands and heads for the door. She shakily runs after him.
"Lets GO Jamal!" She calls back.
Jamal sighs, "Am I missing something."
"Yes, yes you are." Drake walks swiftly.
"We're going to the stupid alien that lives in the town mineshaft." Sonia adds sourly.
Sonia stumbles, a hand going up to hold her head. She grimaces. "Okay, sorry! I take it back."
She straightens and continues walking as if nothing happened. Jamal was getting more weirded out by the two of them more and more every hour. The only thing he understood was that something important was about to happen.
Violet stares constantly at Krissy, unable to believe the abuse her sister had taken. Sure she deserved it... But she still didn't like it.
The small group stops at a building they didn't even know existed. They slowly enter it, staying high on their guard. They found nothing except empty rooms... Except for one.
A young boy with a superman pillow sat alone in the room, murmuring to himself.
"Who are you?" Sam asks. "What're you doing here?"
"I'm Toto-That's a truth." The boy answers, seeming to be talking more to the Superman plush. He glanced up and spots Krissy. "Are you okay?"
"Just peachy..." Krissy mutters.
"That's a lie."
"What...?"
"What is this place?" Sam asks louder.
"The girl looks horrible." Toto whispers loudly to the Superman doll.
"Hey! Listen you little brat!" Krissy begins to stomp forward, but sighs and stops midstep. She didn't have the energy for this. "I'm gonna kick your ass when I feel better."
"That's a truth."
"GOD DAMNIT-"
"Shut up, both of you!" Sam yells, shooting his beam of light at the superman plush. "Enough already!"
Everyone stares in shocked silence at his sudden outburst. It was strange for Sam. He takes a few deep breaths before continuing.
"Now... What is this place, Toto?"