Drake Merwin // prequel to GONE

Chapter 1

A/N: This is really old and bad and it makes me cringe to read over it but hope you like it anyway!! It makes me happy to see people still in the Gone fandom!
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I grit my teeth in frustration. Dark. Too dark. Can't see. Can't focus. Can't aim... "Dad!" I cry, "Dad how do you expect I aim when there's nothing to aim at?"
"There is something to aim at, son. You just can't see it." My dad says calmly.
"Exactly my point! I can't shoot if I can't see!" I protest, annoyed.
My dad hesitates. "Son..." He grabs my shoulder. Hard. "If you want to train to shoot, you can't let darkness be your enemy." I make out his shark like grin in the night sky. I run a finger down the Firearm, the gun his dad asked him to train with, loving the sensation. I return my dad's toothy grin, and aim at the darkness. The nothingness. It was stupid. Yet it was cunning. To creep up in the dark. But too predictable.
I sigh and pull the trigger, firing blindly. The squeal and hiss of a cat delivers a grin on my dad's face. "Nice shot," my dad laughs, eyes gleaming blue in the darkness. Suddenly, his voice lowers to a whisper as he stares into my icy grey eyes. "Drake?" He whispers.
I raise an eyebrow and flick a tuft of my shaggy blonde hair, "Yes?"
"Soon you will grow up to be strong-"
"I know." I interrupt. But really, I'm already powerful, soon nothing will be in my way.
"But," Dad continues, ignoring me, "No one will ever be the strongest. It's not always about ambition. But, still. You have to do what has to be done."
I feed on the words one by one, sinking in the knowledge. I then discard it. I don't need knowledge.
"But I am the strongest. I will be the strongest." I snap fiercely. "But..." I hesitate, "I will do what has to be done."
My dad nods and ruffles my hair, "Alright Drake-y." He laughs with a smile and gestures for me to walk inside. I slump down on the sapphire blue sofa, stroking the firearm delicately. "You know, Drake, I'm very proud of you."
I snort. "Not as proud as you are of your county sheriff badge."
My dad smiles. I longingly run a figure down the firearm. "And I'm proud to be your son."
Dad grins. I grin back.
"Ok ok Drake, pass the gun." Dad demands.
I tut and hand it over. Dad swivels his hat around his head and a smile spreads wildly across his face. "'Night 'night tiger."
"'Night dad." I reply, eyeing the gun in his hands. "Practice shooting tomorrow?" I ask.
Dad nods and points upwards. "Bed."
I grin, "Yeah yeah."
Trudging up the creaky stairs, I think silently to myself. I was already powerful. I just want to be the most powerful. Power is my desire. And, no doubt, one day I'll be the most powerful. Yep. I'll be unstoppable.