Sep 02, 2007 00:39
"You couldn't be. You couldn't be me even if you wanted to. Everything I've been through, you wouldn't know. Live your life soak'in up all my sunshine, and smiled your whole life."
*****
This was a memory. He knew it because they were all here. Jonathan Harker was still alive, his wheelchair in one piece. Blade and Hannibal King were standing next to him, looking more or less the same but even their immortal expressions seemed younger. Rachel, still vibrant, still alive, still taking his every breath away and beside her someone who he didn't recognize at first.
Neatly trimmed hair, well kept and back in a ponytail, nice clothes, and not a single scar to mar his face. That was Frank Drake. The real Frank Drake. His life wasn't ruined yet, in fact it had just started, this was the beginning and he had just found his purpose and like a child was eager to get started.
The hollow shell of what Frank Drake would become paused here. This was his chance, he could warn himself. Could save himself from everything that would happen to him. Then it dawned on him. One day with Rachel had been worth his lifetime of pain.
For the first time in years, he didn't wake up screaming.
frank drake