Lightning Legacy

Drakcho and The Wall (Part 1)

=Thin Ice=

Drakcho- Running for president of the CSP? Dude, you're out of your mind.

In a bar of really uninviting looks, where the toughs and roughs of the CSP hung around, Drakcho and his good friends Fateless and Ax where there, having a couple of drinks and chatting.

Ax- Drak, out of everyone in the group, you have a chance.
Fateless- For starters, you're the only ''Anti'' that hasn't done anything damaging to the CSP.

Fateless, after uttering those words (Using a demeaning and mocking tone for the word Anti), gulped down his pint.

Ax- Yeah, you know Fateless and some of the guys did that attempt of blowing up the Capitol Building and meanwhile, me and Argent outright killed a candidate. The only thing you did was smuggle drugs and guns.

Drakcho- And that's why I have a better chance for running, because I am not a terrorist or a murderer, yet a trafficker can still spoil my campaign and leave me as untrustworthy.

Fateless- Drak, it's politics, of course all the candidates are untrustworthy. When was the last time Jacho did anything he promised? And he was president for two terms, two!

Drakcho- I guess you have a point there, yet I don't know.
Ax- Just... Consider it, we could use you in the power.

Drakcho- I'll talk it with the pillow.
Ax- By that you mean the body-pillow you made of Demi?
Drakcho- Oh, suck a dick.

They chuckled and Drakcho left after paying for his drinks.

Once he arrived home, a regular apartment that had a big room and a study, he walked straight to the latter and started to write down, with feather and ink, a letter. Until suddenly, he stopped and crumpled the paper.

Drakcho- ... Drakcho... You should run, you really should.

He tossed the paper out the window and grabbed a whiteboard from behind a dusty bookshelf. Drakcho grabbed a black marker and started to write down what he should be in favour and what he should be against. It took him a long, long night, but once he got it all written down, he smiled in success and looked at the board.

Drakcho- Now, what should I call my party? And what should it's symbol be?

He thought for a while and then decided on the symbol and name. The symbol was the one of a crossed lightning and hammer, and the name was ''Inter-Timeline Party''.

Drakcho- Perfect.

He went to his room but when he looked outside his window, it was daytime. His smile turned into a bit of a frown and he walked to the kitchen, looking forward to making himself some coffee to regain energies. Yet, the sound of his telecom surprised him, and he hastily answered.

Drakcho- Residence of Drakcho, what business do you want to do?

A soft and concerned female voice spoke from the other side.

???- Just here checking if you're okay, I saw that your study lights were turned on all night.

Drakcho- D-Demi! I'll get the door for ya.

He pressed a button and in some minutes, Demi walked through the door of his apartment.

Demi- Hey Drak! Now, are you okay? Need some chamomile tea or something?
Drakcho- No, I'm good- Wait, were you spying on me?

Demi- Huh? N-No! I just saw your lights turned on at midnight, slept a bit, woke up before sunrise and saw your lights were still on.

Drakcho- Hmmm, alright. Want some coffee?

Demi- Y-Yeah, that would really help me fully wake up.

Drakcho- How do you want it?

Demi- With cream and sugar.

Drakcho walked to his coffee maker and made both of their caffeine filled drinks.

Demi- Thank you!
Drakcho- Pleasure is mine.

They had some sips until she dropped the question.

Demi- Ax called me last night and he said that both him and Fateless told you to run for president of the CSP.

Drakcho- That happened, why? You want me to do so?

Demi- I know you'll do it either way, you spent all night awake, so it's clear as day that you are running.

Drakcho- So, why do you mention it?
Demi- .... Please, help to stop segregation of ''Normals'' and ''Antis''. Sin had to move out, Rouge is getting mocked at work and Sirius is depressed. Would you? Could you

Drakcho looked down at his drink and then looked at Demi, her face showing him that she needed his help more than she ever did.

Drakcho- ... I will. Besides, about fucking time, right?

Demi- Th-Thank you Drak!

She quickly hugged him, spilling his coffee on his leg, yet he held back the pain and hugged her back slightly. They both blushed and pulled away from each other.

Demi- S-Sorry for that.

Drakcho- I-I-It's okay.
Demi- I probably have to go, I have chores to do.

Drakcho- Go ahead Demi, I'll see you around.

Demi- Same!

She left the building, smiling and blushing. Meanwhile, Drakcho walked into his study and stared at the whiteboard.

Drakcho- What to do.... How do I convince everyone?

And then, he got an idea and began hatching out a plan to win the elections.