"She's right, Drake," I cry, "we don't have a chance--it's better to accept this."

He turns to me with a combination of disbelief and revulsion on his face. I raise my gun.

"Sorry about this, Drake."

"Yeah," he says, "no problem, asswhipe."

And I pull the trigger, but he's not there anymore, he's right next to me, and he's twisted the gun around to point right at my skull. His finger presses gently against mine where it lies on the trigger, and I open my mouth to shout but BLAM! The gun goes off and I fall over, and there's blood everywhere, everywhere...

I last just long enough to see Drake tear the magno-sword he gave me from my coat and cut Tess in half.

Yeah, I deserve this.

End