The dead Drake started to twitch as his body took the yellow energy filling him with energy and making his body more compact and strong. Previously 5 feet 8 now 6 feet. His previous average body with fat and love handles now compacted and the fat burned off as Drakes body became red hot. His constitution became increasingly stronger and his skin turned harder and harder, yet it still held its elasticity of skin. His body now held a 6 pack and clear muscles with shallow lines without even flexing. The yellow energy rushed into his back imprinting his back with a tattoo of a weird complex symbol as the remaining power spread over his body strengthening it.

The energy also brought back the conciseness of Drake while showing him images of the life of the goblin he killed, the language he spoke and some strengthening techniques. The image on his back which covered the whole of It shined with light before becoming faint on his back.

Drake continued to lie there digesting the life of the Goblin he killed unaware of the changes which is being brought to his body nor the impossibility of what Is happening to him.

Back in the classroom Ben walked back and forth fretting about Drake and how he shouldn’t have let him go with that injury on his head. Within the classroom everyone seemed to listen to Ben as they did what he said, when Drake left to assess the situation Ben asked the people in class to break the desks to get to the metal poles which hold the seats together. He also asked those good at chemistry to find put together some chemical weapon to help themselves defend against the goblins which will undoubtedly go against them soon.

Rebecca, Drakes friend who he knew from freshman year when he first came to the school was assigned to the second take of finding and making a chemical weapon. She walked around the classroom thinking about what is happening to Drake. When she first met Drake, she thought him to be a prick who had to much self confidence but the more she got to know him the more she realized that she was wrong. Drake was selfless, he put others before himself and even if he is very blunt which some can think of as rude and mean he has a good heart filled with compassion but also with a very dark side to it.

She shudders as she thinks about what happened 2 years ago in sophomore year during the break when she and him went to the movies together.

The sun had gone down, and it begun to lightly drizzle, we walked down the street laughing and smiling while making jokes. The mood was light and happy which even the rain couldn’t drench but suddenly there came a scream of help from within an alley. A normal person would ignore it or go look of curiosity and run away when they saw four men with piercings and tattoos ganging up on a woman for what looks like rape. When a normal person saw the bulging muscles and fierce animalistic stares, a normal person would run as fast as they could away lest they become the target of these monstrous gang members.

Drake does not fall under the category of a normal person, nor a hero. A hero would have fought the people off and helped the girl or just sacrificed himself for the woman to get away but not him. I remember shaking when I saw those men look at me with lustful eyes as they stripped the girl. Two of the men got up and came to me while the other two continued to undress the woman and proceed to undress themselves.

Drake despite being smaller and less fit then them put me behind him and gave the men who were walking to us a glare of defiance and anger. They didn’t seem to mind in fact, the stare gave them smiles of playfulness as they walked over they flexed their muscles and smiled while making vulgar comments.

Drake pushed me back and told me to run, I was stunned and didn’t know what to do. The men heard Drake and one of them circled around us blocking the exit while saying we couldn’t leave.

“You and your boyfriend are out of luck it seems, we will beat him to death. Break all of his bones before fucking you in front of him” One of the thugs a white man about 6 feet 2 inches said while laughing with a perverted smile.

The man came closer and closer as Drake put his body between behind him trying to block them and keep them away from me. While the men at the end of the alley beat the woman and took her clothes off finally. Drake saw what was happening and decided to act first. He pushed me against the wall as he ran to the man in front of him before punching him the face. The man staggered and spit out blood as he roared and hit forward. His fist travelled through the air hitting Drake in the stomach taking the air out of him. He fell to the ground and was kicked by the man he hit. The other man came to me and licked my face while breathing his stinky smoke and alcohol smelling breath. Drake on the floor was kicked again and again and as things looked hopeless, Drake who laid on the ground grabbed the leg of the man who was kicking him and pulled making the white man fall on the floor. Drake got up with an animal like look in his eyes as he hit and hit and hit the man. He broke the mans arms before his buddies understood what was happening.

The two men who were about to rape the girl looked back and saw what was happening.

“Spider!” The men cried out as they got up and pulled their pants up as and ran over to Drake. The man who licked me and tried to touch me stopped and ran over to Drake.

“Fuck, how dare you mess with the bulldogs, you must have a death with bastard.” The lead man said as he reached Drake with an imposing air about him. Drake didn’t register what he said all he did was continue to beat the man who was half dead. Seeing that he wasn’t listening the leader rushed over and hit Drake in the face. Drake took a step back when he got hit in the face by the leader but then he rushed and switched his attention to the leader who hit him. He rushed like an animal but with the grace of a dear and the strength of an ape he dodged and hit the leader. Seeing that he was in trouble the other men rushed in from the back and the side to beat down Drake.

“LOOK OUT!!!” I screamed with all my might when I saw the men rushing to him with the intent to fight with more numbers. That didn’t seem to do anything as their punches he turned a blind eye to almost as if they did nothing to him while he beat the leader into a half dead state before moving onto to the other men and doing the same. The only reason why he didn’t kill them is because I stepped in and calmed him down.

I still remember being terrified from seeing the look in his eyes, I knew that despite his good there is evil, darkness in his heart. I feared that darkness and his ruthlessness, I was scared because I thought he would do the same thing to me that he did to them. But luckily, he calmed down from his state once he saw me, but when he did he collapsed, and I had to call the cops and explain to them what happened. We never saw that girl again but I’m sure she was terrified and grateful of him as well. The cops despite the over self-defense didn’t push the issue and let us go home, me to my house to talk to my parents and talk to my boyfriend who called me worried. I remember assuring them before taking a trip to the hospital to take care of Drake, he did save me after all. About a week later he was discharged and was relatively fine with all the bruises and cuts barely visible.

I remember everyone making fun of him for months because the girl he liked moved on to the star basketball player. I tried to tell them the reason he wasn’t there and couldn’t stop it was because he got hurt saving me and another girl, but nobody believed me.

Drake shrugged it off whenever I mentioned it and told him to prove it to them. So, the enigma that is known as Drake is something that even to this day I’m still learning new and surprising things about him.

I’m worried about him and I don’t know what I’m going to do if something happens to him out there while trying to help us.

I drag myself out of my thoughts as I continue my search for materials and chemicals to make some weapons against the monsters. Ben who was pacing around worried about Drake heard fighting from the end of the hall. “Dammit, I said not to fight.” Ben assumed the fighter was Drake, he assumed right because Drake right now is locked in a death fight with the evolving goblin. “I’m going, watch the door.” Ben said when his hulking black body picked up a metal rod from the floor and walked out the door.