Cemetary Urn - Only Remnants Of Blood Remain

Plot twist: Sam spends a minute longer in the boat.

DESTRUCTION OF THE ENDURANCE

"Find Astrid and that kid. I didn't say catch them. Take a gun, Drake. Shoot them both before they see you,' -Caine to Drake in GONE page 252.

There she was. Her and her Petard brother. Standing just several doors away. From death. A huge grin spread across Drakes futures as her face turned pale and it looked very much like she was going to faint.

Drake could even hear her gasp for breaths. Even from this distance.

He gradually raised his right arm, with the hand gun and took aim.

Astrid had already pushed her younger boy through the door of one of the hotel rooms, stumbling in behind him.

Drakes grin widened as the door slammed shut behind her. She was terrified, exactly what he had wished for. He had made sure to hoist the weapon slower then what he'd usually do, just to frighten her a bit further.

He could hear the faint sound of metal. The sound of her adding the security lock. The sound of her fear and failure at protecting herself and her brother. Her brother. That would be important to remember. He'd have to shoot him first, a clear shot. Kill him quickly and then kill Astrid.

Very, very slowly.

Maybe he shouldn't kill her? He'd just torture her, cutting her open with a knife. Maybe carving something such as Sam's a dickhead on her stomach? And when Sam reached the hotel with the rest of his posse and found Astrid all bloody on the floor, bleeding and sobbing and bleeding some more. And he'd try and save her, but before he'd be able to get help, she would bleed to death. Yeah, that would most definitely upset Sam. A lot.

In a quick pace he made his way towards the door, making imagination into reality. He raised the gun, this time swiftly, closely followed by a bullet bursting straight through the door.

The gun jumped in his hand as he repeated his action. Another familiar explosion that Drake loved so awfully much, but would only make others shrink up in despair. The smell of gunpowder was filling the hallway as Drake noticed that the handle had loosened its grip on the door.

He slammed his body up against the door, but it barely moved half an inch or so, before it was stopped by the dead bolt which was still in place. A heavy sigh of frustration left him as he fired over and over again at the door.

The thought of the Petard teleporting them to somewhere safe was agitating. But the thought of getting the kills, was what really mattered to him. It drove him crazy, knowing that he was so close to murder - his murder - only a door keeping him away from his soon-to-be victims.

He slammed against the door once more, the dead bolt giving in, only the frail chain left for him to crack. That wouldn't be too much of a struggle. Another full body blow against the door and he was in.

It wasn't as much of a swift and intimidating movement, as he had expected. Lots of speed yes, but he more of stumbled into the room, then just entering it casually. But it wouldn't matter how awkward his entrance was, because the viewers would die anyhow.

But they weren't there.

Drake moved promptly through the room, expecting them to just appear. He slid open the door of the balcony and exited. They were nowhere in view. Realisation struck him quickly enough as he had to admit the fact that they had teleported away.

'God damnit!' He yelled, kicking the porch chair with enough force to make the glass door shatter as the back of it made its impact with the not-so-solid material.

He was about to re-enter the hotel room and go back to Coates to deliver the bad news to Caine when a sound stopped him. A human sound. And it wasn't coming from him.

A weak moan, still loud enough for him to hear.

He rapidly moved to the far edge of the balconies edge, leaning over and positioning his gun before he even saw them. One shot. That was all it would take. One clear shot at the kid, then he would have Astrid for himself.

And man he would make her scream.

An intense outburst followed out by a screaming Astrid as her little brother collapsed in her arms. He looked just like he had when Drake saw him only minutes earlier. Only now there was a red dot on his front head, right between his eyebrows resembling a lot to a bindi that Hindu women would use.

Then the red color extended, a dark maroon stretching across his deadly pale skin. Then again, he was dead. If a bullet shot straight through the head didn't kill you, Drake had no idea what did.

Astrid kept whimpering like the pathetic coward she was, as Drake let go of the railing and -this time elegantly- landed onto the balcony down below.

As he landed next to the wailing crybaby, they both looked up at the sealing as they heard footsteps above them.

'Astrid?'

Drake cursed under his breath, as he recognized the voice. he hadn't been quick enough to get this all over with, and now Sam had arrived for his big part, acting like the hero once again.

He pushed Astrid against the glass door of the platform. Unfortunately, it was locked.

His forearm was leaning against her throat giving her a limited amount of air, not only to petrify her further, but to prevent her from screaming for help.

And just incase she was stupid enough to still act rebellious, he turned the safety off on his hand gun and rested the tip of the cold metal against her temple.

'One word and I'll shoot,' he hissed through gritted teeth, pissed about the fact that he might actually have to do so.

He'd much rather preferred killing her slowly, seeing her covered in blood and tears and snot. Not even able to let out any more sobs as he'd apply another cut onto her bleached skin. Watching the color fade from her skin as he'd stab her one last time, cutting through the gore on the inside of her body. Letting her see him tearing it out and laughing viciously, for just a couple of microseconds before her eyes would turn soulless and her heart would drop dead.

Snap out of it! He thought to himself. Get yourself together, you need to just kill her off and then get away before Sam finds you. After all, when Caine has killed Sam, you'll get your chance to both take charge of the situation and kill both Caine and Diana!

He sniggered to himself, his trademark, shark grin emerging across his features.

'You'll kill me anyways,' she whispered gently, he wouldn't had heard her unless he was standing so close to her. Now, only inches away, he was able to make out the pink lines in her eyes as her blood vessels were being engorged. He could make out each and every tear running down her cheeks and the barely unnoticeable carmine colored spots covering parts of her face. Blood with her same genetics, only mix-maxed into the liquid running in the veins of her brother. The fluid that had been spilled at her when her brother had been shot.

'Because you are the bad guy, and that's what you do. But it would bring you more pleasure to kill me slowly, wouldn't it?' she hissed at him with a hoarse voice. There was barely enough oxygen left in her lungs for her to pronounce the words clearly, barely enough oxygen for her to think clearly, realizing what she was saying. Who she was saying it to.

It had been quiet in the hotel room above for a long time now, and Drake was starting to relax as he thought that Sam must have had the same expectation as he had earlier: That Astrid and the Petard had teleported.

His thoughts were confirmed as he spotted the motorboat driving away again in the direction of the Nuclear Power plant. This time it didn't take a U-turn though. Because this time it was the real destination as Sam must have assumed that was were she was headed.

He turned his full attention back at the prey in front of him. His shark grin still there, his cruel, rejecting eyes staring aggressively into her tear filled ones.

Then a low pitched boom as he swiftly removed his rifle from where it had been attached to his shoulders, shooting her arm before she was even able to react.

A loud, high pitched scream escaped her lips and an intense red color escaped in huge doses from the see-through hole in her wrist.

He sighed of frustration as he realized how stupid it was of him to shoot her there. Now she would bleed to death before the fun had even started. If he hurried though, then he'd be able to have some real fun before that time.

Astrid was showed harshly onto her knees and she buckled over as she heavily gasped for air. Every inhale was heavy and harsh, it seemed like she was trying to breathe without lungs. Every exhale was more of a cough. Cracked and rough, chocking on her own blood and vomit.

He laughed at her miserable, shaking frame.

An ear piercing sound struck them both as Drake flipped his switch blade into an open position. He leaned down to her slowly, making sure that she was noticing his every move.

'Drake...' she whimpered her eyes not meeting his as the edge of the cold metal was resting tensely against her back. 'Please...'

She was begging him to stop. Did she actually expect him to spare her life? She would bleed out soon enough anyways. Maybe what she was really asking for was a quick death. To put her out of her misery right away. Never.

The blade sunk into her skin as an earsplitting scream occurred.

A shriek like none he had ever heard before. It tore right through him, so strong he was sure that every citizen down in Perdido Beach could hear her. Such a beautiful cry for help. His ecstasy was building up, and what he felt was real, extravagant joy.

He moved his arm backward, letting the knife dig through piles of skin. Her howling was easing as there now was a mm gaped line in the back of her shirt. It started right below her shoulder blade on the left side and went on parallel with her spinal cord all the way down to her ribs and further. The hole in her shirt was quickly being filled in by dark red liquid.

Drake licked his lips, hungry for more. More blood, more screaming, more tears, more begging for mercy. But time was running out. She was dying and all he could do was enjoy the little time he had left.

He grabbed her shoulders forcefully, rolling her over onto her back, making her vince in pain and hiss weakly. Her arm was picked up by the psychopath, the one that was bleeding and stuck the knife through the small hole.

The hole in her wrist extended in the process, making her fully collapse onto the ground as she no longer had enough strength left in her body to keep herself up.

The only sounds she made was weak whimpers as her mouth was dried out and her throat was soar from all the roaring.

His smirk was still there, smiling at the vision of her small frame shaking frantically in spasms from the violent agony.

Then he started sawing. Moving the knife up and down, cutting through flesh and bone and arteries. Making sure to let the knife sink the whole way through her arm, the tip of the blade sticking out on the opposite side of her arm, before plunging it forward, extending the cut.

His eyes roamed, taking in the look of her body. Mostly, he'd stare at her terrific wounds, but he'd also take time staring into her eyes. He truly enjoyed seeing the life being sucked out of her. Loved that rush of power that it gave him. The lust for more.

Metal against meat, her arm literally divided into two dead limbs.

Corpuscles leaked eagerly with such a beautiful fluid. It was so warm, making a great contrast too her ice cold skin. It smelled of copper and something close to raw fish.

And she was just lying there. Panting hard, but her chest barely raising. Very, very slowly, like it had given up on oxygen for good. Drops of sweat were exposed on her front head, but it was nothing like the explosion of liquid going on further down on her body.

The blood flow had reduced and so had the panting.

He locked at her way to pale face as her eyes grew dark and she stared out into the open. Her arm fell limp in his hand and a frown covered his face.

What a wimp, giving up on life so quickly, not letting him have fun for longer than a minute or so. He got up from the bloody terrace, using his gun to crack the glass door and entering the hotel room. He ripped the door open, exiting and leaving the only to descendants of the Ellison ancestry for dead.

In this chapter it was written from Drakes point of view which made it more about him, I guess. Sometimes it will be written from the point of view of the predator, but don't worry: I'll also be writing from Astrid's point of view as she is lying on the ground, shrieking in pain. :)

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