[ Drake doesn't think to flinch away as Jake sits, unfortunately for Jake. He's about to get a memory that's not-so-great, comes with a lot of pain and fear.
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Drake is standing in a field at night, looking down at the shovel in his hands, the soil beneath. He tosses another load of dirt out and onto a pile, which reveals he’s standing in a shallow hole. No, not a hole. It’s too long to just be a hole. He’s standing in a grave.
“That’s enough,” someone calls out, and Drake exhales heavily from exertion, sticking the shovel upright in the dirt and turning to look at whoever spoke. It’s a man with a gun, pointed directly at Drake. “Hands up!”
“Okay...” Drake lifts his hands, decides not to say that if he were going to attack, keeping hold of the shovel would’ve been the smarter idea. He doesn’t want to attack. But he is afraid, even though his voice is calm and even. “Fish, you don’t gotta do this…”
Apparently, the other man disagrees. He pulls the trigger twice, both bullets hitting Drake in the abdomen. He looks down and sees the holes, two red spots spreading on his white tank top.
He was digging his own grave, it would seem, and the impact of the shots and the pain drop him to the ground. But before the man can adjust his aim and finish Drake off, there’s a movement behind him. A small, squirrely guy, also with a gun, who whacks him in the back of the head with its butt. The original assailant falls and turns to see who’s there, tries to aim at the little guy instead, but he’s too slow. The newcomer raises the gun and shoots him straight in the head.
Drake’s attacker’s body lands right on top of him, sending another wave of pain through him. He lets out a low groan.
“You’re welcome,” his savior says, tucking his gun away. “Shit. Now how the hell am I gonna get you to the car?”
He pulls out a cell phone instead of helping get the body off of Drake, who is pushing at it ineffectually as his strength fades and his vision blacks out.
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When Hadriel is back, Drake is grinning at Jake, both because the memory was awesome and to hide his wariness over what his still-newish friend might have seen. And just because he knows it must be disorienting and anxiety inducing for the other man. Drake is used to both Hadriel and having other people in his head, what with zombie visions. If he'd seen it coming he could've prepped something happy, at least, like he's learned to do with Ephemera this event, but what's done is done he supposes. ]
Well you're one hell of an amazing detective slash genius.
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Drake is standing in a field at night, looking down at the shovel in his hands, the soil beneath. He tosses another load of dirt out and onto a pile, which reveals he’s standing in a shallow hole. No, not a hole. It’s too long to just be a hole. He’s standing in a grave.
“That’s enough,” someone calls out, and Drake exhales heavily from exertion, sticking the shovel upright in the dirt and turning to look at whoever spoke. It’s a man with a gun, pointed directly at Drake. “Hands up!”
“Okay...” Drake lifts his hands, decides not to say that if he were going to attack, keeping hold of the shovel would’ve been the smarter idea. He doesn’t want to attack. But he is afraid, even though his voice is calm and even. “Fish, you don’t gotta do this…”
Apparently, the other man disagrees. He pulls the trigger twice, both bullets hitting Drake in the abdomen. He looks down and sees the holes, two red spots spreading on his white tank top.
He was digging his own grave, it would seem, and the impact of the shots and the pain drop him to the ground. But before the man can adjust his aim and finish Drake off, there’s a movement behind him. A small, squirrely guy, also with a gun, who whacks him in the back of the head with its butt. The original assailant falls and turns to see who’s there, tries to aim at the little guy instead, but he’s too slow. The newcomer raises the gun and shoots him straight in the head.
Drake’s attacker’s body lands right on top of him, sending another wave of pain through him. He lets out a low groan.
“You’re welcome,” his savior says, tucking his gun away. “Shit. Now how the hell am I gonna get you to the car?”
He pulls out a cell phone instead of helping get the body off of Drake, who is pushing at it ineffectually as his strength fades and his vision blacks out.
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When Hadriel is back, Drake is grinning at Jake, both because the memory was awesome and to hide his wariness over what his still-newish friend might have seen. And just because he knows it must be disorienting and anxiety inducing for the other man. Drake is used to both Hadriel and having other people in his head, what with zombie visions. If he'd seen it coming he could've prepped something happy, at least, like he's learned to do with Ephemera this event, but what's done is done he supposes. ]
Well you're one hell of an amazing detective slash genius.