A/N: LAST CHAPTER ALREADY 😬 yea this wasnt good enough to continue so i just killed a bunch of people sorry

Warnings: swearing i think, some real ass seduction, injuries, tooth rotting fluff at the end

Word count: 1596

 We hear the coyote howl and we know Caine's attacking. Drake gets up and takes all three of his guns with him. I follow, slinging my rifle over my shoulder. We're walking down the street, just in sight of the plaza to be able to see the coyotes attacking the children there, when we spot one hulking figure beside a figure which seems like a doll in comparison.

'Hey!' I yell, immediately recognising Howard.

'We're just getting Orc a beer,' he says, eyeing up our guns. Orc turns around slowly.

'You,' he snarls, and I'm surprised to see that everything but a small patch of face seems to be made of gravel. 'You made me kill Bette.'

'Go to the plaza,' Drake answers shortly.

'You made me kill her,' Orc repeats.

'Go!' Drake growls, snapping his whip down on Orc's shoulder. The stone boy roars, lunging at Drake, who moves away fast enough that Orc looks like he's in slow motion. Howard gulps, and I sense Drake and Orc are going to be there for a while, so I raise an eyebrow at him.

'Scram, if you want to keep your life.'

Howard scurries off, and I take my rifle from over my shoulder and look through the scope until I find Caine.

He's squaring off with Sam, the church half collapsed nearby.

'Caine and Sam are having brotherly fun,' I tell Drake.

'Nice,' he answers, the sound of his voice followed very quickly by the sound of his whip hand and Orc's bellow. Knowing Drake can handle Orc, for now at least, I watch Sam and Caine duel, until they enter a building. I wait for a while, until one of the walls is blown out, then the other, and then Caine staggers out as the building collapses, probably on top of Sam.

'Oh,' I say, pretty astonished. 'I kind of thought Sammy would win.' I carry on watching through the scope, when a beam of blinding light shoots up into the sky. 'Seems I spoke too quickly,' I say, shaking my head. 'I knew Caine couldn't be that competent.'

Drake chuckles, and I watch as the twins face off, and I can tell Sam's winning, bargaining his way out.

'Hey, Drake, I need you.'

'Kind of - ' He snaps his whip. ' - busy.'

I spin around. 'Carry on fighting, just duck when I say, baby.' I raise my pistol, aim, lightning quick. Orc registers what I said, slowly starts moving, but I'm faster. 'Duck!' I yell, then shoot. The bullet flies true, straight into the flesh part of Orc, and, surprisingly, right through the other side, accompanied by a spray of pebbles and brains. The boy falls, dead, and Drake looks around at me, surprised.

'You really could have thought of that,' I say. 'C'mon.'

I lead Drake up the stairs of a random house, and we jump from rooftop to rooftop until we can see Caine and Sam without the help of our rifle scopes.

'Okay,' I say. 'I'm shooting Sam. If I miss, he'll know where we are, and he'll zap us, so your job is to shoot him as well, be my backup.'

'Sure, babe,' he says. 'I got you. But - '

'Just because you're my favourite sadist I'm not giving you time to beat Sam up, because that's the time when someone will save him or he'll save himself.' I cross my arms, waiting for him to protest. 'We can go after Astrid and Brianna afterwards. I know you hate women,' I croon, moving a step closer to him and slipping a hand under his shirt, fingers running over the hard muscle of his stomach, letting my breath ghost over the skin of his throat. 'You can do whatever you want with them after we take out Sam.' I wink, smirking at him. 'And you can do whatever you want with me, too.'

It's the last sentence that breaks him. He grabs my hand out from under his shirt and shakes his head slightly. 'You know me too well,' he growls. 'I hate you sometimes.'

'Yeah, well the other times you like me, so it's all good, baby,' I answer, pecking him on the lips.

Smiling to myself, I crouch down on the roof, lining up my sights, careful.

'On zero,' I say. 'Three, two, one, zero.' I squeeze the trigger, and Sam collapses. I take a second to look through my scope. Two bullet holes, both over his heart. I chuckle. 'We both got him, Merwin.'

'Fair, then,' he says, grinning, and we wave as Caine looks up, surprised. We both stand there and relish it for a second. I consider simply shooting him too, but Drake grabs my wrist. 'Nuh uh, babe, we're going to watch him squirm first.'

I raise my eyebrows. 'Really. The stuff that applies for Sam also applies for Caine, you know.'

'Yeah, well you can think about that later.'

Drake grabs my hand, and we get down from the roof and trot over to Caine. He's injured, one side of him burnt, shirt fused to skin.

'Well, that's lovely,' I say.

'Guess who killed Sam?' Drake says. 'Us, Caine, not you.'

I frown, cocking my head. 'Hey, you two both survived the big fifteen. Well, Sam didn't.'

Drake and I share a laugh, and Caine just stares at Sam's body, still a little dazed. I smirk. 'If your ears are ringing, very sorry, but neither of us have silencers.'

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A day after the big fight, Drake and I are lying on his bed, chatting, which is kind of shocking since, well, he's Drake Merwin and I'm Rebel Davis.

'You know, I didn't like the fact you had powers at first,' he says. 'But I kind of like them now. They're helpful.'

'I should hope so,' I answer with a grin.

'Babe?' He says.

'Yeah?'

'You know it's your birthday?'

I sit up. 'Shit!'

He grabs me and tucks me close to him. 'I got you.' He says. 'And if you don't want to stay here, that's fine too.'

'Uh, who put that idea in your head?' I ask. 'Bitch, is that what you think of me?'

He huffs. 'I'm no bitch.'

I'm about to answer, maybe with a witty remark, maybe not, when the world sort of goes fuzzy, and I'm no longer in Drake's arms.

My dead mother stands in front of me, but she's not really dead any more. Or that's what she looks, but I know this is in fact a green cloud with teeth.

'Yo,' I say. 'What's up, Green Cloud of Doom?' I cock my head. 'Maybe it should just be Cloud of Doom. Then your initials can be COD. Like the fish, y'know - '

'Rebel,' she says, with a voice painfully familiar. 'It's me, can't you tell?'

'No, maybe I should get some glasses,' I say. 'Last time I checked, you had cancer. You were in a coffin,' my voice breaks, and I look away, wishing Drake was here. 'I don't need my mum any more. I've learnt how to survive. She'd be proud.' I tell the mum not mum. For a second, its eyes flash green, and I wince.

'Come, Rebel,' it says, hand out to touch me. I flinch away, spit in its face.

'Fuck no. Fuck you.' I watch in that sort of horror which means you can't look away as her face twists into cold rage, and she turns an ugly shade of green and grows a few hundred teeth. I flip it off, and suddenly, I'm thrown back into my world, the world where I'm in Drake's arms. Or arm and whip. He looks down at me, brow furrowed.

'Rebel, are you... It happened, didn't it?'

'Y - yeah,' I mumble.

'You want to talk about it, or...?'

'My mum died of cancer. When she died, I ran away. Didn't want to go to an orphanage, so I lived rough. Burnt the heart out of myself - I didn't want to get hurt again, to feel that feeling of losing someone again. Maybe that's why it hurt so much when you got angry at me at Clifftop.' I pause, then decide I have nothing to lose. 'Because you grew me a heart back.' I laugh. 'Or you forced me to grow one myself. Or maybe I still had some left and it's been slowly coming back on its own. All that matters is I've got one now, and it's for you.'

He looks down at me, and his whip hand comes up, tilts my chin up so he can brush his lips against mine.

'If I ever leave you, I give you permission to slaughter me.' He smiles. 'Or shoot me. Or torture me. Or make me wet my pants like when Diana was cutting off my hand. I don't care, but if I ever leave you, I'll deserve worse than whatever you'll put me through.'

I nestle my face into his neck so I don't have to see his face while I say the words that I can't stop coming out. 'I love you, Drake.'

There's a pause, a pause in which I hear every single heart beat of it in my ears, feel every single one of his breaths, every single one of mine, and then, then, he speaks.

'Whatever I say after this, don't believe it. I love you. God, I don't think I can stop loving you.' He looks at me, his grey blue eyes boring into mine. 'I fucking love you, Rebel Davis.'