October 19, 2113

A young boy with dark shoulder length hair lay on the sterile bed of his disgustingly aquamarine hospital room. Today would be his last day in this body, yet he showed no fear as he stared in boredom through the same dark violet eyes that he had seen through these past thirteen years. It wasn't like he was frightened anymore, the revelation had already struck that this would be the last time he would see through these eyes his loving parents bestowed him.

Tears started to fall silently as the boy gave a harsh laugh, "What a despicable son I am. Throwing away the precious gifts my parents gave me." The boy glared at the ceiling, with its stupid poster of a kitten hanging on a branch with the moronic catch phrase 'Hang in there!' How he wanted to strangle that kitten that made him feel worse and worse as the days edged on. It only reminded him of the fact that he had to leave this body either by getting a prosthetic one or by dying because the radiation was destroying his remnants.

A light tapping resounded through the room as the nurse knocked, allowing Drake a moment to discreetly wipe his pained tears. The woman walked in smiling, carrying a small tank of knock out gas. The woman, who's name was Holly – that is if Drake recalled correctly, was in her mid-twenties and short white hair was messy and parts of her bangs would usually try to fall in her eyes. Yet, despite her messy appearance and eyes that could cause fright if she entered a dark room of an unsuspecting patient, she had a kind and considerate heart.

"So," Holly smiled as she lightly patted Drake on the shoulder. "Are you ready?" The woman looked slightly nervous in the thirteen year old boy's opinion. Why was it that she should even care whether or not if he was to live? She was only a nurse; therefore she shouldn't grow attached to any patient.

A wry smile was pulled on to the dying boy's face. "Yeah. I am ready for my assisted suicide…" Drake laughed at the horrified look on the woman's face.

"Drake Grave! It's not suicide! It is rebirth!" The nurse cried out in shock, causing the boy to laugh all the more. "How can you call such a miraculous thing suicide? The way you make it sound would surely tarnish its impeccable credibility."

Dark eyes rolled at being scolded, how idiotic. "Fine, whatever." The boy sighed slightly. "I am ready. Can we just get this over with already?" Slight annoyance laced his tone as he looked up at the red irises, his own violet eyes almost begging for his current pain to be over.

A sigh escaped the woman's mouth as she pulled up the small tank of knock out gas and maneuvered the mouth piece over the small boy's nose and mouth, latching the mask on him before turning the tank on. "Don't worry, everything will be OK." She mumbled softly, petting the soft dark hair of the boy as he lost consciousness

May 27, 2108

A young eight year old boy sat solemnly beside the water of a lake, watching the water churn. 'How had things turned out this way?' The boy pondered sorrowfully as he clutched his knees to his chest and shivered. He couldn't understand why his parents had to die. They had always been kind people, even if they were secretly assassins. It pained him to attempt to cope with the heartache of losing his family.

Due to the wallowing in his own miseries, Drake did not notice Andrea, the young girl of the family he was staying with temporarily, sneak up and sit beside him. "The waves are stupendous aren't they?" The words had shocked Drake into the realization of her presence as his head whipped in the girl's direction. Andrea, who had already informed him to call her Andy, was a small girl with smoky blue eyes, dark gray hair and one heck of a motor mouth!

The boy gave her an annoyed look that practically screamed: 'Go Away!' Yet, it seemed that the girl was either ignoring his waves of dislike or that she was stupid. Personally, Drake believed in the latter of the two.

"Do you even know the meaning of that word?" He hissed out at the girl, hoping to scare her into leaving. However, instead of fleeing, Andy stared at him with slight shock before a wide grin spread across her face; leaving Drake left in a lake of confusion. He found himself shifting awhile from the girl as she started to giggle.

"What? What's so funny?" Drake demanded.

"Nothing! It's just that this is the first time you talked and you reminded of the cranky old cat that used to come around here." Andy gave an almost stupid grin that caused the boy to merely stare in disbelief. What was this girl trying to do: make him feel worse or cheer him up?

Exasperated, Drake sighed, turning his dull gaze back to the water. "If you're trying to cheer me up, you suck at it." Purple eyes glanced to side when a rather immature huff was given off. Before Drake even had the chance to ponder what the girl was doing, he felt a sudden weight on his lap and was pulled into a hug.

"Well fine then, if I can't cheer you up by getting you to laugh then you gotta release the hurt you're holding up!" Andy scolded lightly as she sat on Drake's lap, not giving any sign of allowing to boy up. "If my guess is right, you haven't let yourself cry since your parents die. That is cause you're a boy, and people don't think boys should be allowed to cry. But I think it isn't fair. You should be allowed to cry, Drake. You lost your mommy and daddy; you have the right to cry."

Drake felt his fists tighten, along with his throat. How was it that the little chick-a-dee knew that he wanted to cry? That he wanted to flood the Earth with his on going tears? How was it that some girl who had barely known him a day seemed to know more about what he was feeling, than what he knew himself? Quietly, the orphaned boy hid his face in the crook of the young girl's neck and began to cry softly as the girl began telling the stories of some of her favorite constellations – that way if a passerby were to come; they would think the boy merely had fallen asleep from boredom.

October 22, 2113

A groan erupted from the previously unconscious body as the person slowly grew into consciousness. "Ugh… I feel like dog doo." Drake couldn't help complaining as he rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"That usually happens when a prosthetic piece is added to the original body." A voice came from the chair in the room, "Be glad, Drake. Because you did a full body switch you should only feel nausea for perhaps a week, now that you are out of the critical zone in which your soul could have just passed on instead of implanting itself in your new body."

Drake glanced at the voice of the young man he knew fairly well, Jared Stevenson, aka. Jet. They had been on a few group missions in the past and got along fairly OK. Jet was a tall guy, with long black hair who was a few months short of a year older.

Drake found himself staring at the older boy's silver eyes. They were prosthetic as well. From what the young boy understood, Jet's older sister had either attempted or succeeded at gouging his original eyes out. He felt the desire to ask if it hurt, but couldn't find it within himself to do so.

Suddenly, Miss Holly burst through the door, surprising both boys whom turned to look. "Is he up yet?" Holly had asked before glancing at Drake, who was now working himself into a sitting position. "Oh good your up! This is positively stupendous that you lived, let alone woke up so soon!" The woman smiled clapping happily, before receiving an annoyed look from the thirteen year old.

"Don't ever say 'stupendous' around me again. Any word but that. I don't care if you call me a rat face head case, just don't use that word around me again." Drake practically growled as he said these words, he didn't want to remember his chick-a-dee right now.