Hey guys! So this is Lance's POV now and his OC. I hope you like this. Read, review and please enjoy. There is also a flashback for him back a few days after the FAYZ happened and what Lance did. I'm sorry as well if the storyline here isn't following the Gone books so I deeply apologise for that. Here's an awesome question for all of you readers out there,

Rating from 1 to 5, (5 being the best and 1 being the worst) rate the following boys in the book GONE: Drake, Caine, Sam, Jack, Zil, Lance, Hunter, Turk, Edilio, and Quinn.

Disclaimer: You know I don't own the GONE series. So please don't make me go through that. I'm joking, enjoy!

I sighed. Zil was giving me those perverted looks again. Yes, I know I'm very handsome but I'm not gay. I like female attraction. I like female hips, breasts, lips… I don't like pen-…

You know what I mean. There were some pretty hot girls out there. Most were just plain ugly because of the lack of food and thirst but some actually still cared a little about themselves. I still see some small amounts of make-up on that were probably rummaged through a drug store across the street, there were also some skimpy clothing in which I can see flat stomachs and slightly-hairy legs which doesn't really affect me at all. But every girl, no matter what, was covered in dirt somehow. Like everyone, the girls were also dirty and had tangled hair.

I had light brown hair that had streaks of gold in it; it was swept to the right and covered my right eye. A bit like Justin Bieber back in the old days. I had brown eyes and a pink mouth that every girl has ever wanted to kiss. I was tall, 6ft and I had more muscle than boys nowadays, especially when I'm still going through puberty. Boys like Turk or Zil usually wore hoodies that hid and shadowed their faces but I had a shirt that said "Fuck me" on it and jeans that fit me perfectly. My hands were in my jeans pocket and I stood with pride and a slight swag. Every girl wanted me. Every guy wanted to be me. But Sam came along and ruined that for me. Girls want a hero. I was now a villain. Zil changed me but maybe because I only wanted Sam to be gone. Or at least not beautiful like he usually is.

There was just one girl that caught my eye. My thoughts were interrupted by Zil's damned speech about taking the freaks down. I personally like them but I didn't want to say anything. I just wanted Sam to go. Maybe, secretly, maybe I had a power.

Flashback

It was a warm day and the adults suddenly disappeared. Could this day get any better? My parents were the boring kind; they didn't really give a shit about me. They cared about my big brother though. The little asshole he is. Just because he got a scholarship in university for being the best medical student and getting a PhD and travelling to England doesn't mean that he gets every attention out of it. It doesn't mean 'Beau got a scholarship now let's completely forget about Lance'. 'Beau'. Who would name their child that? Certainly not me of course.

I was smart, I was sporty but I wasn't genius-smart like Astrid. I guess I was the average kind. Sam, Astrid, Quinn and Edilio were back and I just wanted to roll my eyes at them for the rest of my life. Sammy boy knew how to drive a bus, he knew how to be a hero, and he knew what to do and when to do it. I can't do that.

Coates kids from up the hill came to us. They were lining in single file in military fashion, all had hands behind their backs, all had their chins held up proudly, all wore correct and the same uniform. The man in charge, Caine was his name, gave us a reassuring speech and crap but this girl with straight brown hair and beautiful face had her eyes darting and smirking at the audience. She stood behind Caine and next to her was the boy with a shark smile. Shivers climbed up my spine. After Caine's speech he told some of the people, including Sam, to come into church and appoint jobs. He was nice but he was holding a secret. It was all in his body language. As if he was saying "I know something you don't!"

I was held back and didn't manage to listen to their conversations in the church but whatever. Until I heard an ear-splitting crash. And then there was a scream and shuffling of feet. I moved well away from the church then. Immediately after 10 minutes, the Coates kids came out with proud and held up faces. The girl who had brown silky hair and a flawless face started moving towards the crowd who weren't in the church which also included me. She shook hands and smiled, not like before when she was smirking at everyone. She suddenly came to me and without me knowing, inspected me from head to toe, she held out her hand and I shakily moved my warm and sweaty hand into hers. She gave a firm shook for a fast 10 seconds and she left with a tight smile. Her dark brown eyes had bored into my light brown ones. Her hand was cool and well-manicured but as I watched her go, she wiped her hand on her skirt from the hand I shook with.

I was maybe in love but she didn't show her love for me. There was no sense of adoration in her eyes. It was cold where she was in her mind. Icy cold. But somehow, she will be mine.

I wasn't interested in Zil. I had no idea how he became leader in the first place. I just don't want to be in this damned and boring crew anymore. I'm done. I sighed, gave a few ideas like Molotov Cocktails, his face was puzzled and confused but I just rolled my eyes and gave him the definition. Dickhead.

"Err…Guys; I'm going to go for a walk. I'm not feeling too good. That okay for you, Zil?" He gave a sign of permission by waving his hand towards the door and continued with his speech. I could still feel his gaze on my body as I slammed the door behind me.

I inhaled the scent of urine and human waste. The toilets don't work anymore so people have been using slit trenches which then leave off a horrible scent. I moved away from that slit trench and again inhaled the air and it was somehow fresher than before. I exhaled without wringing up my nose. I put my hands in my jean pockets and walked to the beach, the gun at my side was banging on my thigh occasionally. No-one went around without a weapon. It wasn't a law that Astrid the fucking Genius put up, she actually wanted to get rid of them, and it was a law that was enforced within us. No-one is to be trusted anymore. Zil changed me and I'm no longer trustworthy to anyone anymore.

It was dark and I doubt anyone would be up at this time of night at the beach. Usually, everything was warm and humid but today there was a breeze playing up and it seemed strange to me but I didn't bother anymore. We were a long way from strange now. I walked on the foamy sand with hands still in my pockets. The sea didn't lap and smash against the sand anymore as there was no real moon. It was just soft waves that didn't really make a difference anymore. I bet Sam was devastated when he couldn't surf. Sam Sam the Surfer Man. A smile played up on my lips.

I sat down on a hill of sand that was now hard as rock and I looked at the Pacific Ocean open wide at me. It was several seconds until I realised that I was sitting on something lumpy and uncomfortable. I groaned and moved to see that clothes lay beneath me. Were they there before? Maybe it was too dark that I accidentally sat on them. Yeah, maybe that was it. Maybe they were some random dead person's clothing. But they were still slightly warm and they weren't covered in sand or anything.

A sound. It sounded like a gasp from a female. It wasn't too close but when I looked around there was a girl roughly three feet from where I was sitting. She had a dirty towel wrapped around her and she crossed her arms, embarrassed. She walked to me and shivered. She was wet and her hair was matted to her face. I realised she was completely naked apart from the towel that held her. She looked around my age, fourteen and had dark honey blonde hair that reached to her waist. Her face was slightly tanned and she was slim from hunger. Her eyes were grey and stormy but in them were shock.

I blushed but I knew she couldn't see my face. I snatched the clothes from under me and quickly handed it to her.

"Err…sorry! These were your clothes, right?" My face was turned away from her and I could feel the clothes gently taken from me. I placed my hand back on my lap, where my gun was but I wasn't planning on using it because right then she quickly put her hands in the air as if to surrender and backed away from me, her towel slowly loosening but was still kept in place.

"P-p-please don't hurt me! I beg of you!" I put my hand away from the gun area and heard the frightened voice.

Her face was turned to the side with her eyes tightly closed. I felt helpless.

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm not going to hurt you! It-it-it wasn't supposed to happen! Sorry!" I stood up and saw that her clothes were on the floor from where she was standing. I slowly and hesitantly moved to her, taking slow steps. She had stopped being frightened but still kept her position with her arms slightly lowered. I could hear her small and shallow breaths. I picked up the clothes slowly with me still looking at her and I handed it to her. It took her a while for her to look up at me and she fully lowered her arms to her sides. Her jaw was chattering from the cold. I too was shivering as I hadn't had a coat on.

She took the clothes with a shaky hand and clutched them to her chest and looked down to the sand from shame. I slowly moved a hand to her chin and moved it up back to my gaze. She looked at me and inspected my built facial features; she seemed to go limp and fell towards me so I caught her by her arms and kept her up right. She stood back up and moved away from me slightly.

"Um… I'm Lance. Sorry for sitting on your clothes." I cursed myself for saying that.

"I know." She blushed furiously and said, "I mean I know who you are! Uh…no. Not like that! I mean…" She left it at that and I seemed to smile from her sudden embarrassing outburst. She blushed again and sighed, "I've heard of you. Sorry. Um…I'm Lily. And don't worry about the…uh…clothes." I nodded and scratched my head.

We stood there uncomfortably and then she said she wanted to get changed in a small voice. I turned around and let her get changed. I could hear shuffling and so I waited for her. It took a few minutes and I heard a muttering, "Shit."

"Uh…Lance? I…um…can't find my shirt. Can you help me find it?" I turned round and a glimpse of her in just her black lace bra made me smile. She was tanned that seemed natural and had a slim and flat stomach but there was a large cut that started from her shoulder down to the middle of her back. It was a scar. A deep scar that seemed to be scaring me. I and Lily started looking for the shirt and she was continuously blushing through the whole way. Her shirt was nowhere to be found. I guess, to apologise for my stupid behaviour in scaring her, I could give her my shirt.

I sighed in annoyance and took off my shirt and handed it to her.

"You need it more than I do. Especially since, you know, you're a girl." I smiled at her and she just stared at my naked chest.

"Yeah, no shit." She muttered and she put it on, smiling back at me. It was too big for her so occasionally it slipped from her shoulder so that it revealed most of her left shoulder and part of her breast. Her jeans were tattered and dirty but it didn't matter. It was the FAYZ. Her hair was beginning to dry.

I sighed and sat back down on the hilly sand in exhaustion. She seemed to stand there not knowing what to do. She sat down next to me. We both stared at the open Pacific sea for a few moments then she looked at me as I still stared.

"Look, I'm sorry for the frightened thing. I didn't want to get hurt especially since you're like, Zil's minion. Thank you for the shirt by the way." I looked at her in frustration.

"I'm not Zil's minion. I am no-one's minion. Nobody owns me, okay? I came out here to get away from it all. Not stalk girls who just bathed in the sea at two o'clock in the morning. I have a perfectly good reason, now what is yours?" I scowled at her and she was taken aback and then her surprise turned down to a frown.

"Lance, I'm not implying anything. It's not just me who thinks you're being owned, it's pretty much everyone. You follow his orders. You do anything he asks you to do. And you do it. It's your choice and yet you are out here to get away from it all." She held up both hands and made quoting signs from what I said, "I also have a reason. I came out here because normally all the boys come here to wash themselves and I have no privacy. Are you happy now, Lancelot?"

I snapped my head at her from 'Lancelot' and narrowed my eyes. She narrowed hers back. We kept it there, our faces so close. Then my lips twitched and my eyes relaxed and I laughed out loud. Her frown went deeper and she said, "Why are you laughing?"

"Because you called me Lancelot. And because your face goes all weird when you narrow your eyes like that!" I was still laughing until she started laughing too. Soon we were both lying on the sand from the impact and we were looking at the stars that were an illusion. They flickered on and off. She sighed.

"I haven't had that much fun in ages. Laughter. We haven't had it for a long seven months since the FAYZ happened. I've been fishing with Quinn and his crew and this damn tan is just ruining me."

"I like your tan. It's sexy in a way. But if you don't like it then I won't either." It blurted from my mouth and she turned her head to look at me with an eyebrow raised and a smirk on her face. I turned around in embarrassment and to not look at her. It was a while until her hand was on my bare and muscly arm. She turned me around and we were closer.

"I think you're sexy." She said in a whispery voice and she moved over to my lips and our worlds exploded. She kissed with hot passion and I wasn't too bad either. My lips automatically latched on her and we started sliding into each other's arms. Her leg was on top mine and we moved faster. She rolled on top of me and her fingers were splayed on my chest causing me to moan from her cool touch. My hands moved underneath her shirt and they moved up and down her back, I felt her bra clasp and very slowly unclasped one of the two clasps. She let go of me immediately and suddenly and gasped from our short and unexpected session.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I'll go." She stood up quickly, took her towel from the floor and left. I ran to her and gripped on to her wrist and turned her around to face me.

"Why? What did I do?" I asked in a concerned voice.

"It wasn't you. It was me. I kissed you and from those seven months here, I've changed. I vowed to myself to never let myself loose over a guy after the FAYZ happened. Plus, you're a bad guy. You-you wouldn't understand what happened to me. I'm sorry, I have work to do, Lance." She turned away with tears streaming down her face. My grip was loose on her wrist so she easily wringed out of the grip. She ran from the beach. She ran away from me.

I was devastated. What caused this? Like she said, you dickhead, it's the FAYZ. And because something happened to her. And because you're a BAD GUY! I was fighting with myself and so I growled with frustration and confusion and I set off back to the Human Crew HQ, which was basically just an abandoned house. My head was down looking down at the floor as I walked and my shoulders were slumped from disappointment. My chest and stomach was still bare since I gave my shirt to Lily. Lily… My heart ached.

Jesus, I only knew her for like 25 minutes and now I'm getting all worked up? What's wrong with me? But isn't that what love is? No it isn't, you got to know a girl for longer. No, you nugget, admit it, the minute you saw her you fell in love. THAT'S what love is. I groaned and agreed with my inner and correct self. I opened the wooden door and slammed it behind me. Zil and everyone else were still there, discussing things.

"Dude, you alright? You look like you just got dumped." Turk said. And I stared at him in anger. I controlled myself and sneered, "Shut up, Turk." I turned to Zil, "What have we thought of so far?"

"Um…so far, we are using your cocktail idea and burning the whole town, or the freak's bit of town, down to smithereens." He smiled wickedly and that earned some jeers from the crew. I just stared at him with bored eyes. "Whatever, Zil. I'm just your minion." He looked at me, puzzled. A blaming hot fury boiled up inside me.

"Yeah, whatever." He turned to his crew, "So, let me repeat the plan…"

His annoying voice muffled as I headed upstairs. Now that Zil doesn't have Harry and Hunter, he stays with me and Turk in an abandoned five bedroom house. I slumped into my bed without kicking off my tattered shoes and I lay there thinking about what she said. I looked at my hands and from nowhere sparks of electricity played from my hand. There was a coil of lightning blue sparks wrapping around my hand and on to my index finger. I chuckled softly to myself that it was unheard.

So I do have a power. And my power will help me get to the brown haired and flawless girl from Coates.

I hope you liked that! It's confusing I know but I'm going to make sure it will get better soon. Basically I'm going to do a series of chapter 1's and those will all be separate so there was Hunter, Lance, Turk and so on of their POV's but they will be not connected in any way. There might be but I don't know yet. The chapter 1's will all need to be finished and then I'm carrying on each chapter's story.

It doesn't matter. Please review and please enjoy the rest of my stories and chapters. Thank you!

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