Like the Darkness, but not the Darkness (A Gone series fan fiction)

Obsession (Chapter Twenty Six)

Adrenaline was pumping through Drake's veins.

Find Ivy. I need to find Ivy.

It was the only thought in Drake's head, the only thought he'd had after seeing her sisters dragging Taylor along- after finding a tortured looking Diana and a furious Caine. His ache to see her had been control able at first, but the second Caine started demanding her head on a stick the urge to find her consumed him like a tidal wave.

"She's a four. And she's a monster." Caine had sputtered, unable to say anything else besides rant over Ivy.

Pure pain, he'd said. In a smoke form.

"We barely got out of their alive! We need a safe place to stay until we can regroup- take us to that house you were talking about earlier Drake." Caine had ordered, his voice a harsh growl.

Drake's heart had stopped, and very slowly he realized he didn't have much of a choice.

So he led Caine to the house of the one person he wanted to murder the most. The person that for the first time, Drake wanted to protect.

Caine set Diana up on the couch, and she was still sobbing. She was still writhing slightly, begging that they just killed her. Nobody was doing anything to her, but still she shrieked and clawed at the couch and begged for mercy.

As confusing as it was, Drake didn't have a spare second to relish in it.

"We need to regroup. We need people. Drake, go into town and try and find Orc and his people. If we're lucky we'll have some followers left." Caine spat, still fuming as he paced the kitchen- plopping down violently in one of the kitchen chairs.

Drake blinked.

It was the chair Ivy sat in, and he wasn't Ivy. He wasn't Ivy and Drake wanted Ivy

Wordlessly Drake sped out of the kitchen- and then out of the house, only Ivy on his mind. He wondered where she was, what she was doing, who was with her and who he'd have to kill to keep her.

Now he was jogging into town, feeling how reckless he was being but not caring as he ran.

Sam, she'd be with Sam. Drake thought bitterly, turning a corner and taking his gun out of his waistband as he did. Of course Sam would think he was better than Drake. The goody two-shoes who could charm anyone he wanted into thinking he was right.

But Ivy wasn't Sam's. Ivy was Drake's, and Drake would take Ivy from Sam.

He could hear people shouting, people screaming. They saw him, running through the town with a gun and not shooting yet- and they all had the worst in mind as they screamed and scrambled out of his warpath.

But now he was panicked as well, and it only got worse. He was digging his own grave, but he didn't care because he needed to have Ivy.

There was Sam, there was the back of his sandy hair. Closing the distance between them in seconds, there was murder in the sadist's eyes as he lunged at him. Sam never saw it coming, and was frantically wiggling for purchase under a hysterical Drake before he knew what was happening.

"Where is she?" He roared, pointing his gun roughly in Sam's face after he'd jumped on him- bringing him face-up into the ground with a knee pressed harshly into his chest.

Sam didn't answer as he struggled for release, screaming in panic and choking as Drake raised his knee to press it into his throat. He wouldn't have even heard Drake's questions over the general screaming and the frantic beating of his own heart.

There were people rushing towards the two of them, but Drake didn't see and Drake wouldn't care.

All he saw was Sam. Sam who had everything. Sam who'd taken everything. It was his fault! It was all his fault! Drake just wanted to protect Ivy, and Sam couldn't let him have even that!