Drake never imagined himself doing this. He never imagined conversing with the boy he thought was beneath him. But the cell was suffocating, the room too cold for his liking. He wouldn’t survive the coming days without any form of conversation. So, on the third day, after he’d been placed in a cell just opposite Eren’s, Drake took an opportunity he shouldn’t have had and tried to start a conversation with him. “How long have you been here?” He asked casually, “Five days? A week? Two weeks?” Eren didn’t look up from where he was staring intently at a blank space on the concrete wall across the cell, nor did he blink when he heard the question. He just remained silent. “What do you think William will try to do to us,” Drake tried again, “especially if he doesn’t get what he wants?” More silence. Drake’s jaw clenched. He tried yet again. “I think I have a clue. Do you want to know what I think?” Silence. There was nothing more infuriating than being ignored by someone you

“Gaine?” Drake couldn’t believe his eyes.Eren was shocked, too. His body had tensed up, eyes wild with panic as he looked at Alice.“Is this the person helping us? Or is this some trick? What are you—“ Eren started but stopped when Gaine stepped forward. Drake snarled instantly. “Stand back!” He pointed at Gaine and Alice. He stood up from the stool and pointed out, “If you are here to take me back to the devil you call your father, then prepare to meet your death.”“My father is not the devil. I won’t have you insulting him.” Gaine seethed, but Drake ignored him. He continued, “After what I went through, there’s no way I’m gonna go through this without a fight.”Gaine stepped closer again, ignoring Drake’s pointless command and threats.He didn’t blame the boy. If the situation were reversed, he’d be doing the same.Drake had every reason to be wary of him. Eren too. He had Winchester blood, after all.He raised his hands in a show of surrender and said calmly. “Drake, Eren, I am

“What? What's wrong with her?” Eren asked, expertly masking his worry. Even though Kathlyn was not the nicest person, no one would feel undisturbed after losing a loved one. Drake was his arch enemy and number one rival. That would never change, but Kathlyn dying wouldn't have a great effect on Drake regardless of his annoying behavior and how he and Kathlyn never really got along. “Ugh, she passed out” Alice said rushing towards the girl and pinching her nose. She threw a look at Eren. “She's exhausted, you can see it on her physique.” Alice tsked. Eren looked at Kathlyn's body again, it was gaunt, her neck bone almost patterning her skin. “Her breath is shallow, I don't think she has much MANNA reserve left. Poor girl, she must have feeding off of_” “What the hell was that about earlier then?” Eren cut her off and threw an annoyed look at Alice, which almost got her laughing if not that Kathlyn required much and quick medical first aid. Eren was referring to Alice'

Evening met Samantha staring into space in the room. Her eyes were fixed on her father who chatted away at the large brown round table where all the older men sat and discussed. Her father looked elated as he gave evil responses to the discussion that they had. ‘I can't do this,’ she thought. ‘This is not my father.’ ‘He's not the man I grew up loving and looking up to. Her ruby eyes teared a bit at her thoughts. Maybe. Just maybe he could change.’ ‘I'll give him the benefit of the doubt for just a few minutes. He could redeem himself.’ Samantha knew, she knew giving her dad more time would just be stalling the result she would inevitably get. It was not that she didn't know that, she just really wished that her father would not become worse than he already was. “I'm sure we have the victory already, the power of the Helm will save us. We need not fear, the Winchesters will eat dust soon.” Edward Dennin stated again, a soul wrenching look of hate formed on his face. Samant

Drake sat at the end of the bed in Kathlyn's resting room.It's almost noon and she had remained asleep for close to eleven hours. And Drake has started to worry. Her breathing was steady, her eyelids tightly shut, hiding her usually haughty eyes, her long lashes curve accentuated her eye area, giving her a peaceful look.Drake had no reason in particular to worry. But he couldn't help it, she was sleeping almost too soundly. Her breathing was balanced and patterned. She was so peaceful in her sleep, anyone would mistake her to be a peaceful person in real life also. Drake almost laughed at the thought, he knew that Kathlyn wouldn't want to believe and accept that she was the person who was incapacitated for hours. She took so much pride in her identity as a Khan.Drake walked towards the door in the room, stopping at the threshold to glance at her.She didn't stir. He sighed and left, closing the door quietly behind him. In the small hallway, he looked up to check the time, it