A Rebel in Black: Drake Merwin x OC

Chapter 2

'Sup. I'M SORRY LOL. THIS $HIT IS SO BAD. Also, do you guys think the chapters are too long or too short? I'm always open to criticism if it's constructive :)

Warnings: inaccurate descriptions of guns (lol), swearing, violence, touch starved Drake Merwin (yes, that deserves a warning)

Word count: 1167 (not including Recap)

~Recap~

Orc, get off me, before I make you.'

'You? Make me?' A laugh.

'So, it's like that,' I sigh. Rapidly, I twist, also stomping on Orc's instep simultaneously, spinning on my heel to face him and slamming a knee right between his legs. Howling, he crumples, clutching himself, and I casually catch the bat as he drops. Swinging it until it rests on my shoulder then moving it until I can hook it under his chin, I tilt his face up with the wide end and cock my head, glaring into his eyes.

'Meet me, the new sheriff. I'm Rebel.'

~End of Recap~

I release Orc so he flops to the ground, throwing the bat up into the air and catching it, giving him a little smack over the head with it and letting it drop close enough to his face that he flinches away.

'I'll be off. Anytime you need me, I'll be at Sheriff Merwin's house.' I look up and grin savagely at said Sheriff. 'Let's go.'

As we walk, he chuckles. 'You've got some attitude, don't you?'

I brush off the stares from the kids as we walk through the streets, when Drake speaks up.

'How many guns do you have?' Drake asks out of the blue. I can see he's eyeing up my pack.

I snort. 'One rifle, two pistols. The rifle's a fifty caliber.'

'Ah,' he mutters.

'Jealous?' I tease, and he shoots me a dirty look.

'I hate you,' he mumbles.

'No, you hate that you respect me.'

Frustrated, he huffs, and I smile to myself as he fumbles for a key into his, and now my, house.

'Welcome to my humble abode,' he says, voice dripping with sarcasm.

I shake my head, wagging my finger at him. 'Nah, Drakey, it's our house now.'

He growls, lunging for me, and I side step and watch as he falls and his forearms are turned into a bloody mess by the pavement. Slowly, he stands up, hands balled into fists, and launches himself forwards. Sidestepping again, I wince slightly as the side of his face crunches against the wall of his own house. As he slowly hauls himself upright, spitting blood out of his mouth, I drop into a crouch, ready if he goes for me again.

'Drake,' I say seriously. 'Think rationally. You know we're both going to get hurt if you carry on like this. You know Caine could kill both of us with a flick of his pinky if he thinks we're not behaving.' I hold out my hand as a peace treaty and stand slowly like I'm afraid I'll scare him away. His piercing blue eyes bore into mine, and slowly, I watch as he lifts his arms and shakes my hand. I tense as his calloused fingers wrap around my own, wondering if he'll try anything, but he keeps his eyes locked on mine, mouth set in a grim line. Suddenly, he yanks me, not the way I expect, but towards him, pressing me up against his chest, our interlocked hands between us. I find myself looking up at him as he leans closer.

'Promise me this: when it's time, we defeat Caine together.'

I smile sharply, gripping his hand harder, simply relishing the human contact that I never knew I missed. 'Of course I promise, Merwin.'

Suddenly, he staggers back, ripping his hand from mine, eyes filled with something close to confusion. He wipes his hand on his cargo pants, which he must have found somewhere in Perdido, since they definitely aren't Coates' school uniform. Shaking his head like he's trying to clear his thoughts, he looks away.

'I... uh... just - just - '

'You're forgiven. For attacking me randomly. Sorry about your pretty forearms, they'll heal sooner or later.'

He just shakes his head and walks in through the door, glancing over his shoulder to see if I'm following.

I take in my surroundings as I follow Drake up a flight of stairs into a two bedroom flat. I immediately notice the three guns laid out on the table, polished and obviously in pride of place.

'Interesting,' I chuckle. 'Diana wasn't lying about your guns.'

'Why would she be?' He replies dryly. 'I wasn't lying when I said I shot someone either.'

'I didn't doubt that for a second,' I mutter, shaking my head and strolling around the flat, opening the doors and peering into each room. First the kitchen, a bathroom with a shower, a surprisingly neat bedroom which I guess is his, and the laundry room. Finally, I find the empty bedroom and dump my pack down onto the floor beside the bed.

Poking my head out of the door, I look over at Drake.

'I'm craving a shower. Don't expect me to save you any hot water.'

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I wake up late, the sun streaming around the corners of the curtains. But it isn't the light that wakes me, it's the creak outside my door.

''Sup, Drakey?' I yell, sitting up and half expecting him to step inside the room with a gun in hand, but he just steps around the door, blue eyes boring into me.

'How long were you standing there?' I ask. He flushes slightly, running his hands through his shaggy hair, just to do something with them.

Standing up abruptly, I grab a hoodie from my pack, which is still lying on the floor, and pull it on.

'So, what Sheriff - ly duties do we have today?'

'Caine hasn't said anything yet. I - '

Someone bangs on the door, cutting him off. He turns around, and I follow him down the stairs after shoving my pistol into my waistband. I'm just in time to see a Coates kid standing at the door, frantically gesturing and talking a million miles per hour. Drake turns to me and tilts his head.

'Let's go.'

I follow Drake, who goes at such a fast pace that the Coates kid has to jog to keep up. On the way, more kids join the crowd, most going in the direction of Drake's house, then turning around when they see us at the head of the pack. We reach the fire station, and I take in the situation. Edilio and Orc fighting, a girl collapsed on the floor, bleeding from the head.

'No one move!' Drake yells, and Edilio goes still, but Orc kicks him in the side. I step forward slowly, like a predator honing in on its prey. Suddenly, I lunge, punching right on his collarbone while also kicking under his knee, both right where I know it will hurt. He staggers back, and I neatly kick him in the stomach, watching as he topples down.

'He said, nobody move,' I hiss. 'And you may be deputy Sheriff, but he's the fucking Sheriff, so you listen to him when he speaks.'

'Now, what's going on?' Drake asks one of the Coates kids who was with Orc.

He points at Bette, the bleeding girl. 'She was - was using the power,' the boy trails off, withering under Drake's blue stare.

'Why, whatever could you mean, Chaz?'

'Oh, n - nothing,' he mumbles in reply. 'She - she was doing a magic trick. Orc told her to stop.'

'He shouldn't have beaten up Bette,' Sam Temple says, and I whip my head around, staring him down.

'Evidently, you haven't read the rules.' I say coolly, and Drake lazily chucks him a crumpled piece of paper.

'Well, no one's doing magic here,' Quinn says, and I raise my eyebrow.

'Then our work here is done.' I reply.