He sat at the couch, just staring at the plastic bag. He was still, not thinking of anything, not moving. All he did was lock his scarlet-colored eyes at the plastic bag in front of him, completely tuned out. The same one he bought from yesterday. It felt like hours have passed by, as he stayed at his statue-like trance.
"..."
Breaking the stillness, Drake got up from the couch. Digging into his pocket, he pulls out his cell phone, checking the date and time. 'May 17 2071', '10:23' AM. Today's the day. Thought Drake. I woke up at 10:00, and haven't moved for a few minutes. I guess I'm still scared. With a sorrowful sigh, he approached his dresser, pulling out the drawer. As his clothes appeared, Drake pulled out a dark-grey blazer, a dark-orange dress shirt, and dark-blue slacks. It was a fauna suit, accompanied with coral slacks.
Drake stacked his folded clothes and grabbed the plastic bag. He walked out of his room, and approached the elevator. As the doors opened, he stepped inside. Drake pushed the button for the laboratory. The elevator clanged and thumped as he stood there. The elevator stopped in front of the lab, and Drake stepped out. He trudged to the washroom, prepping himself.
"Hey, Soma! I need you to hold the ladder for me." said Kota.
Soma looked at Kota. A long white cloth lied down on the floor. Kota was holding one end of it.
"What are you holding?"
"It's a banner, wishing Drake a happy birthday. I'm going hang this in front of the hangar doors, so I want you to hold the ladder, while I put it up."
Soma gave a Kota a doubtful look, wondering when and how Kota got this.
"What's with that face?!"
"Whatever..."
Not caring about Kota's question, Soma follows Kota's request.
The main hall comprised of the God Eaters from the other units. They decorated the main hall, preparing for the lieutenant's birthday.
The coffee table was filled with presents for Drake. Tatsumi and Brendan were unfolding a table in front of a few terminals. Federico was holding a folded white tablecloth. He unfolded it, and spread it among the table.
The elevator dinged, and as the doors opened, Kanon, Gina, and Annette appeared. Annette was holding a pot filled with onion soup. Gina was holding two bags; one had paper plates and plastic utensils, the other had soft drinks. Kanon was pushing a cart. The top shelf held a cake, and a tray of meatloaf. The shelves underneath them were snacks.
The girls approached the table the guys just set up, and placed the food.
The hangar doors hissed, while Kota was still setting up the banner.
"Whoa! What's with this huge cloth?" cried Lindow. Karel and Shun were with him as well.
"Sorry, Lindow. I'm just setting the banner here. Listen, can you do the other end? There should be another ladder."
Lindow shrugged, and walked to the side of the banner, so as not to step on it. Karel and Shun followed pursuit as well.
All the God Eaters happily chatted among themselves, as they continued with the preparations of the party.
All except one.
A lone girl, stood out, as she sat on the lower couches. Her pale-blue eyes stared in space, completely tuned out. She thought back to yesterday, remembering the time she passed out, and was carried to the sick bay. How he came to visit her. How his face was close to hers, and when he was clueless in his insensitivity. Alisa's face started to show slight pink hues on her cheeks.
Ugh..Because of Drake, I wasn't able to concentrate in finding his gift. I was only able to buy a scarf, and couldn't get a special gift for him. I wasn't able to have a proper conversation with Hibari either.
Alisa sighed, still weary from yesterday's events. She turned her vision to a small red bag sitting beside her. She opened it, seeing the dark-blue scarf she got for him yesterday. Another thought crossed her head.
How am I supposed to give him this, after what happened yesterday?!
"What's with that conflicted face, Alisa?"
Alisa turned her head to Sakuya. She was standing on the stairs, amused by Alisa's face. Sakuya approached her and said, "I see you're having a hard time on how to give Drake's gift."
"I can't even look him in the eye anymore. I doubt he'll even receive it, ever since I punched him." Alisa said gloomily.
"Well, I'm sure he'll accept it, either way. Still though, I'm sure he'd be more than happy if you gave him his preferred gift."
Alisa stayed silent, as Sakuya continued to tease her. She began to wonder on how she would present Drake's so-called, 'preferred gift.'
"Why not give him a surprise kiss?" Replied a woman's voice behind Alisa.
"AAH!" yelped Alisa. She swiveled, seeing Hibari behind her. "H-Hibari! Wait...What did you say?"
"Hey, that'd be a perfect gift for Drake. Though, there's another problem with that..."
"Right..."
Both the girls trailed off their sentences, and pivoted their heads to Alisa. They stared at her, and as Alisa studied their faces, she began to blush even harder.
"W-wait! Y-you're not seriously expecting me to go and!" Alisa stammered as she couldn't produce the word they expected her to say.
"Well, you are difficult at times." Hibari bluntly said to her.
That stabbed Alisa's heart a little. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING DIFFICULT?!" she yelled.
"Hey, girls!" interrupted a voice. It was Kota. He popped his head out of the upper couches. "I'm about to send Drake a text. We need everybody to yell 'surprise!' at him once he comes in. So get ready!"
"Okay, Kota." smiled Sakuya. She switched her vision back to Alisa, who still a showed a frowning expression. Sakuya pulled Alisa's ear close to her face. She whispers, "For the kiss, maybe you can sneak one by stealing his lips."
As soon Sakuya mentioned that, Alisa began to imagine her and Drake. Their lips pressed against the other, as they embraced. Their arms tightly wrapped the back of the partner, as they continued to pull their bodies closer and closer. Drake slowly moved his head a bit, trying to get a better angle of the kiss; Alisa shivered as his soft lips gently pressed against hers.
Alisa started flailing her arms at Sakuya, as she jerked away from her. She wanted to stop the crazy imagination going through her head. She wanted to talk back at Sakuya, but couldn't. Alisa's face felt as if it was steaming, panicking at the bold words Sakuya said. Her face appeared a dangerous deep shade of red.
Sakuya giggled at Alisa's flushed face, while Hibari became amused by the new-type's reaction. The two left Alisa alone, as they walked to the stairs.
Alisa slowly dropped her head down, staring at the floor. The silver-haired Russian was still blushing furiously at the recent suggestion. Without noticing, Alisa had a few of her fingers on her lips. She shook her head, trying to cast it aside.
I'm just going to give Drake this scarf! That's all there is to it!
Alisa grabbed the red bag, and ran upstairs.
He held the very dark-grey blazer with his hands, hesitant to put it on. With a defeated face, he reluctantly slipped his arms into the sleeves; as he did, Drake pulled out the collar of his dress shirt, fixing it. He looked himself in the mirror; all dressed up and ready. He dug into his pocket, bringing out the small golden amulet. Unlocking the tiny hook of the chain, Drake wrapped the amulet around his neck.
He examined his reflection again. The small golden amulet was perfectly centered on his neck, visible to all those who see it. The amulet faintly glistened under the room's lights. Drake took another few seconds of staring at his reflection. As he did, he felt an object vibrate in his pocket. He pulled out his phone, receiving a text from Kota.
Drake, can u come over 2 the entrance? There's someone here 2 c u.
Drake text back, c me? Who is it?
Just come on over 2 the main hall. They wanna c u in person.
Drake became puzzled by the sudden call. He began to wonder who it might be. Just who is it, though? Shrugging it off, he took the plastic bag that was lying on the floor. Drake opened it, finding the incense and small flowers. After a quick glance, Drake walked outside of the bathroom, and headed to the main hall.
Kota watched the floor indicator on the elevator. The light gradually moved from the 'laboratory' to 'entrance.'
"Get ready everyone! He's here!"
Everybody settled their eyes on the elevator. It dinged, and the doors slid themselves aside. The wanted guest ambled out of the elevator.
"SURPRISE!" They all shouted.
Drake's eyes bulged; he flinched a little by the loud voices, and clenched his amulet. He vigorously pivoted his head, trying to get a look of his surroundings. As he did, he tightly held his amulet, never letting go of it.
"What the..." Drake trailed off his sentence.
Kota first approached him, all the while grinning. "Happy birthday, pal!"
"Kota?! What...did...you and everybody else..."
"Today's your birthday, man! Me and the others just set up the party for ya."
Drake turned his head to the banner in front of the hangar doors.
Happy Birthday Drake
Still shocked, he asked, "How did you..."
"Your calender showed today's date your birthday." explained Kota.
As Drake heard that, he glared at the banner. Underneath his dark-blue bangs, his eyes held a cold, merciless feel; the determined and confident look dissipated, shifting to an empty, dead cast. Drake silently gritted his teeth, seething at the banner.
Alisa recognized the angered stare. Her heart sank at the icy gaze. She felt a slight chill by the very sight. Her mind turned blank, and she became silent.
The frown he showed, may as well be used to assassinate someone.
Drake lowered his head, glancing at the floor.
"What do you think?" asked Kota.
He did not spot the sudden change on his face. Nor, did everybody else. Alisa was about to run to Drake, until he lifted his head again. His eyes underneath the bangs, showed itself again.
"Haha! Pretty impressive. Let me guess. You, my friend, came up with this surprise idea." laughed Drake.
Kota beamed at Drake's smile. Alisa, however, showed a dumbfounded face.
What was that? She thought. Just now, that glare...Was that a hallucination, or was that really Drake?
Alisa continued staring at Drake, still shocked by his current face. This time, Drake noticed her startled expression. He smiled, as if nothing happened.
"Something the matter, Alisa?"
Snapping out of her statue-like trance, she shook her head, answering, "O-oh! Uh...It's nothing." I must have been imagining things. "By the way, Drake..."
"Hm?"
Alisa pointed her finger to Drake's hand. His hand was still latched his hand to the amulet.
"What's that you're clutching in your hand?"
Drake moved his head down to his hand. His eyes became wider, as he was late in realizing that he was holding onto his amulet.
"T-this? It's just a piece of jewelry." he nervously smiled.
"What kind is it, Drake?" asked Lindow.
"I...can't tell you."
Drake placed the plastic bag on the floor. While still holding onto the amulet, he unhooked the chain, having it fall down from his neck. Drake stuffed the amulet into his pocket, hiding it.
"More importantly, what's with your clothing, man?" asked Kota.
"What, these?" Drake pointed at himself.
Kota nodded at him. "You're not the type of guy to suddenly wear dress clothing."
"I... just... feel like it."
"But, I hate thought you hated that stuff."
Drake looked away from Kota. "D-did I, now?"
"Well, yeah. Remember during the wedding? You kept on grumbling on how it was tough to move around in those clothes."
"Uh...well...m-m-most of my other clothes are in the laundry. I-I barely use this thing, so this is the only outfit I can u-use." He sheepishly stammered.
Alisa stared at Drake in wonder. What's with Drake all of a sudden? He's acting fidgety.
"A-anyways, I'm not wearing this because I want to. I'm only wearing this because most of my clothing are in the laundry."
"If you say so. You don't look too half too bad in that." commented Kota.
"Y-yeah. Thanks."
"Well, let's get this party started!" Shouted Kota, as he pumped his fist into the air.
Drake laughed at Kota's enthusiasm. He became amused by the energy he showed, and so was everybody else. Alisa however, continued focusing her vision on Drake. She was still bewildered by the odd behavior he showed. Instead of truthfully smiling, he looked more nervous and unsettled. She thought back to the murderous face he showed. Just imaging it again in her head made her anxious.
Alisa tried to ignore the glare, deciding not to mind about it too much.
Hours passed as the God Eaters continued partying. They chatted amongst each other, laughing and smiling at the conversations. Lindow, however, was a little more louder compared to the others.
"Whooo! Happy birthday, Drake! Exactly how old are you?"
"E-eighteen, Lindow."
"Hey, you're the same age as Soma!" Lindow jabbed his thumb at Soma.
"Will you be quiet, Lindow? You're more obnoxious than Kota here." he growled.
"Hey, who are you calling obnoxious?"
"Idiot, I just said it was you."
"Hey now. Not another fight you two."
Drake spotted a metal can in Lindow's hand.
"Oh, he brought some beer. That explains why he's so loud."
"Wait, what?!" Sakuya overhead Drake's comment.
She walked over to him, and examined his face. It was slightly pink on the cheeks. He gave a giddy grin to her. "Hey-o, Sakuya."
"Lindow! You're not supposed to drink on Drake's birthday!"
"It's cool, Sakuya. Don't worry about it. We here to enjoy ourselves, so it's fine." beamed Drake.
"Are you sure? This is your birthday after all..."
"Don't worry about it. Just try to prevent Lindow from over drinking. So long as he doesn't drink too much, it's fine."
Sakuya slowly smiled at Drake, as she was happy with him being okay with it.
Lindow grinned at him and said, "Well, since you're a-okay with it, why don't we reward you in this special day."
"Reward? Wait you don't mean..."
Lindow pointed to the coffee table full of presents.
"Uh..That's a lot of presents." How am I supposed to bring these back to my room? "Thanks, you guys."
"Speaking of presents, I believe Alisa has a special one for you." added Sakuya.
Drake turned his head to where she was. Alisa was standing at the table, drinking. As she overheard Sakuya's voice, she almost spitted out her drink. She quickly placed her cup on the table, and covered her mouth with a handkerchief, wiping it.
Too soon, Sakuya! Too soon! She panicked.
Hibari was beside her, grinning evilly. "Let's give the man he wants, shall we?" She spotted Alisa's present on the floor, and pushed it to her chest.
Alisa suddenly became red-faced. "W-wait! Hibari!"
Without listening to Alisa's plea, she pushes Alisa towards Drake. Her shoes skidded the floor, trying to stop Hibari from pushing. However, Hibari continued onward. As the girls arrived in front of him, Alisa suddenly turned stiff. She shyly handed her present to Drake.
"H-happy birthday, Drake..."
Drake examined Alisa's blushing face for a few seconds. He smiled gently at her, receiving the present. "Thank you, Alisa. May I open it?"
"Y-yes, you can."
Drake opened the red bag and peeked inside. His smile grew wider as he saw the scarf.
"Thank you, Alisa, I love it."
"Really? Well, I'm glad you-"
Alisa was then interrupted by Sakuya standing behind Drake. Her face darkened, as Sakuya held out her hands, in front of Drake's back. Alisa shook her head violently, silently telling her, Don't do it! Don't do it!
Drake detected his protegé's odd gestures.
"What's wrong, Alisa?"
"N-nothing! Nothing at all!" she protested.
Sakuya gave a scheming grin. She looked over to Hibari, standing behind Alisa. They both nodded, and at the same time, they pushed the two new-types.
Their faces came close; realizing about the sudden push, Drake pointed his head skyward, gazing at the ceiling. Alisa, however, stumbled onto Drake's chest; her face was buried in it. The redness on her face darkened, her head was pounding heavily, and her heart exploded. A sweet scent entered her nose, as she came in contact with Drake's chest. Alisa fumbled, as she pushed herself away from Drake.
"S-sorry!" she yelled.
Drake chuckled at Alisa's nervousness. He played along with Hibari's and Sakuya's antics. "It's okay. I tripped a little as well."
Alisa pouted at Sakuya, angered at the push. She jerked her head towards Hibari, giving the same expression. They both smiled like it was nothing.
*BANG*
"What was that?" said Kota.
"...Sounded like it came from the table." answered Drake, as he pointed it.
Everybody diverted their attention to the table. Kota and Soma approached it, investigating what the sudden noise was all about. They found that part of the table-cloth had black ash, scattered about. A burning smell hung in the air. The white color all of sudden became a black surface.
"Looks like something exploded here. It looks pretty tiny." explained Soma.
Turning sober from the small blast, Lindow repeated, "An explosion? Let me see the table, it might have others." Advancing to the table, Lindow examined the table. He inspected both the top and bottom, trying to find the source of the sound. After examining the bottom part, he dropped the table-cloth, letting it hang on the table. He shook his head, saying, "There's nothing. I can't find anything."
"What caused that, anyway?" asked Hibari.
"Hell if I know. The table's clean, can't find anything. Soma, did you hear anything out of the ordinary, before the little blast?"
"No, I didn't."
"Then what the heck was that?" Asked Kota, as he repeated Hibari's question.
Lindow shrugged, unable to answer.
"Hey, Alisa..." Sakuya patted Alisa's shoulder.
"Yes?"
"Where's Drake?"
"What?"
Alisa searched the upper main hall, as she constantly moved her vision, left to right. Drake was nowhere to be found. Where did he?...
In the distance, on the lower main hall, the sound of the entrance's doors hissed loudly. Alisa ran to the stairs; there, she saw Drake, leaving the den. The doors closed, as soon she found him. Sakuya followed her.
"Where is he?"
"He...left. To the outer ghetto."
"What? Why? And at a time like this?"
"I...don't know." Alisa gazed back at the table. She directed her vision back to Sakuya. "I'll go after him. You and the others try to figure out what happened. If there's nothing serious, just continue the party."
"Alright." Sakuya nodded at Alisa.
Alisa stepped down the stairs, heading outside to the outer ghetto. The bright sunlight shined down on her face; she squinted her eyes from the golden light. Her vision gradually became clear, from the sudden flash. As the doors hissed and closed behind her, she found Drake, running down the street. Where's Drake going? She thought. Alisa ran after him, suspicious of Drake's peculiar behavior. "Drake!" she called.
The leader still ran, not hearing Alisa's voice. She tried again.
"Drake, wait!"
Still, he kept on running. Alisa decided to speed up her pace, in order to keep up with him. Running through the streets, Drake at times made a right; he sometimes made a left as well. Going straight, jumping over a few short fences, running down a few short alley ways, Drake weaved his way through. Alisa could hardly keep up with his speed, as he was too fast. The gap between them slowly grew wider and wider. She started breathing heavily, and began to slow down.
He's too fast. I won't be able to catch him at this rate.
All of a sudden, Drake came to a stop. On his left, was another alley way. He entered it, while Alisa watched him. She followed where he just recently disappeared to. There, she found a fence, blocking the alley way. She climbed over the fence, still going in pursuit of him. The alley way had a few right-angled turns, forcing Alisa to go through the one way path.
She finally got out of the alley way, entering into a huge open area.
The ground had a few bits and patches of grass, while there were some spots that were droughts. A roof sheltered the area. It was a rotunda-shaped roof, constructed with different individual metal sheets or boards. Small gaps between the different metal mostly covered the sunlight. Bits of rays entered through the few gaps, dimly lighting the open area.
What is this place?
Alisa gazed at her surroundings, entranced by the wide, sheltered field. As she was viewing the secret area, she spotted Drake, kneeling on the ground. His back was shown to her. Silently, she sneaked closer to him.
"Sorry for the delay. Had to deal with a few things." He said to himself.
Alisa listened and watched Drake.
"My friends threw a birthday party for today. I got angry at that, however..."
"..."
"I didn't want to act angry at them, because they went through the trouble of celebrating it. Today's a bad to be partying, because today is a special one; for you that is."
Drake dug into the plastic bag he brought with him. He pulled out the incense and the forget-me-not.
Alisa saw the gift she gave to him, sitting next to the plastic bag.
"It's been 18 years since you've been put to rest."
Who is he talking to?
"It's not my birthday, but yours. Forgive me being so rude, Clara."
Clara? Who's Clara?
Drake placed the incense on the floor, together with the forget-me-not. He searched his pocket, and produced a small box of matches, along with his amulet. Drake locked the amulet around his neck. He took out a match, and lit it, sharing the flame on the incense. After lighting it, he snuffed out the match, stood up, and clasped his hands together.
Alisa peeked at what was in front of Drake. Her shoulders dropped as she spotted it.
A lone wooden cross, stood atop a small pile of dirt.
That's a...a...grave...
Drake started to speak again, "La tua vita è stato portato via da te, perché era troppo presto per voi di passare. La tua morte avrebbe dovuto essere qualcosa che solo voi stessi dovreste controllare. Non solo ho mancato di rispetto al passato, ma anche oggi. Perdonami, e che la vostra anima riposare in pace eterna nei skyes di cui sopra, Clara Vincenzo. Amen."
That language...Is that Italian? I didn't know Drake could speak it. But more importantly...why did Drake hide something like this?
Alisa slowly approached Drake, however her foot stepped on a twig, producing a snapping noise. Drake flinched, and whirled around. As he noticed the familiar face, a few seconds of awkward silence passed. He broke the tense air, growling, "...ALISA?"
"P-please! Wait, Drake! I came here to bring you back! I-I didn't mean to follow you, I was just-"
"Even so, you still followed me..."
Drake picked up the red bag, despite being so angry at Alisa. He stomped over to her, all the while, glaring.
"Drake, if you give me a chance to explain, I!"
"No excuses." He curtly responded.
He was about to yell at Alisa, until his phone started to ring. He pulled it out, seeing that it's Lindow. He suspiciously glanced at Alisa, while having his phone ring.
Alisa felt the uneasy stare; she fidgeted, saying, "Y-you s-s-should answer your phone, Drake."
Drake still eyed her suspiciously. "I need to have a word with you, after this." Drake pushed the answer button, and began talking on his phone.
Alisa exhaled in relief, saved by the phone call. Good god! His glare is absolutely terrifying!
"What is it that you need, Lindow?"
"..."
"Hello?"
"..."
"Lindow, are you there?"
"..."
"Answer me! I don't have time to talk to you!"
"...i'M AfraiD YOU doN't haVE tiME, CAIN."
Drake's heart sank. "What in the...you're not Lindow, who are you?!"
Alisa became startled by the sudden change in his voice.
"LiKe i WoUlD tELL, YOU."
"What?!" This person...is he using some sort of voice changer?
"I SUggEst You HeAD BAcK to ThE DeN. OtHERwiSE, It'S cUrTAIns FoR THEM, TENENTE."
The line got cut off. Drake could hear the beeping on the earpiece of his phone. He pushed the 'end call' button, and dropped his arm, loosely holding his phone.
Alisa, bewildered by the situation, asks, "Drake, who was that?"
"Alisa..."
"?"
"We need to run back to the den. Everybody's in danger."
"What?!"
"Let's go! We don't have much time!"
"O-okay!"
Drake and Alisa rushed into the main hall. They spotted a few unknown figures in the upper level.
"Everybody!" screamed Drake.
Lindow called out, "Drake?! Don't come over here! It's-"
Without listening, Drake rushed upstairs, while Alisa followed pursuit. They were about to see their friends, only to be interrupted by a few figures. They ambushed them, and had their hands handcuffed behind their backs.
"What the?!" exclaimed Alisa.
The two new types struggled at the persons trapping them. However, the figures forcibly pushed them down to their knees, unable to get up.
"A trap. It's a trap." Drake finished Lindow's sentence.
"Too late." said Lindow.
Drake and Alisa found the other God Eaters. They became handcuffed, just like Drake and Alisa, only they were in front of the folding table. Drake quickly scanned the area around him. The figures surrounding them, were men in black suits; most wore black sunglasses. "Lindow! Everyone! What happened?" asked Drake.
"Apparently, somebody threw a gas grenade. It knocked us all out for few minutes. What's more, the security system's been hacked by these guys." explained Lindow.
Shit! These intruders...It can't be... "Where is your leader?" Drake demanded the suited men.
"You rang?" A muffled voice entered everybody's ears. Another figure appeared, as it came from the lower level of the main hall. The men in the black suits, made space for the voice step in. A tall man, in a white suit materialized. He wore a mask, covering his entire face, making his voice be stifled. He had long dark brown hair with a few white streaks, tied in a ponytail. The masked man, advanced to Drake. With a sneering, suppressed voice, he answered, "Hello, Cain. It's been far too long."
"..."
Sakuya spoke up, "Drake, do you know this masked man?"
Drake stayed silent for bit. "No, I most certainly do not."
"Oh, don't be so cold-hearted, Cain."
"...Sorry, but my name is Drake Galios. My name isn't Cain." Drake harshly replied.
"Hmmm...Perhaps this will jog your memory? Non ha importanza. Non importa quanto si modifica il nome o l'aspetto, la vostra origine della vostra identità, è ancora Caino."
Federico's ears twinged. He whispered, "Hold on...that's Italian! I know that's Italian!"
Soma whispered back, "Try to eavesdrop on them. See if you can translate it, after we get these guys off our backs."
Drake responded back, "I have no idea what you're saying."
"Stai iniziando a testare la mia pazienza, Caino. Non ho tutto il giorno a giocare con il tuo sarcasmo."
Federico began to translate in his head. You're beginning to test my patience, Cain. I don't have all day to play with your sarcasm.
"Like I said, I have no idea what you're saying." repeated Drake.
"Molto bene, allora."
Very well, then.
The masked man pulled out a handgun, and pointed it to Alisa. She silently gasped, as she saw the object in front of her. Drake roared at the masked man.
"What are you doing?! Don't!"
"Alisa!" shouted Sakuya.
"Ancora non si deve dimenticare questo. Come sappiamo entrambi, questo è ciò che è stato ti danneggia in passato."
Even you should not forget this. As we both know, this is what's been damaging you in the past.
The masked man was about to pull the trigger, until Drake barked back at him, "Ricardo! Io affondare i canini nella giugulare, se ancora di pensare a mettere un proiettile in lei!"
Federico flinched at Drake's words. Ricardo! I'll sink my fangs into your jugular, if you even think about putting a bullet in her!
"Così finalmente trovato la tua lingua. Non importa, ho intenzione di farvi pagare, dopo quello che hai fatto. Solo che questa volta, il dolore sarà un 1000 volte peggio."
So you finally found your tongue. No matter; I'm going to make you pay, after what you did. Only this time, the pain will be a 1000 times worse.
The masked man squeezes the trigger, about to fire the bullet.
"NOOOO!"
Alisa closed her eyes, and as she did, a gunshot resounded through the air.
The bullet entered her heart, making it spill huge amounts of blood. Pain rushed through her chest, as she started to lose consciousness; darkness disconnected her surroundings, as her functioning heart started to cease, unable to beat. She felt death embrace her, taking her away from everyone else.
Or at least, that's what she thought.
Alisa opened her eyes, only to find that she wasn't wounded. She looked back to the masked man. However, the gun was not pointing to her.
"No..." she whispered.
"You always were a fool, Cain. Always biting off more than you can chew."
Drake dropped his head down, inspecting his chest. His dress shirt and blazer, was pooling with a red stain. He coughed out some dark red liquid, and with a heavy thump, he fell down on the floor.
"DRAAAAAKE!"
End of Chapter 6:The Cruel Irony
Author's note: If any of you readers know Italian, please comment on some parts of the dialogue in Italian, if I did anything wrong. I used google translate for this.