This is story is dedicated to my beautiful, amazing, Scottish, internet sister- Laura. You're my rock, my everything and you've pulled me through some bad times and you've made me see things differently. I can't imagine now, not ever talking to you. Thank You for putting up with me and sticking by me. Happy Birthday, Angel. P.S- I hope this story doesn't destroy your feels too much ;) xoxoxo
-To anyone else reading, I hope you enjoy! And if you're not a BVB fan and you're going to hate on this fic, then get lost and don't read it. It's not meant for you, anyway.

"I'll carry you away from the fire, when life sings to you from Devil's Choir…"

Andy, The Prophet, one of the five Rebels, carried a delicate, girl in his sweaty, tattooed arms and in fact, away from the fire that he once sung about. A fire that was caused by F.E.A.R., the cause of this War of Wisdom. The girl lay limp in Andy's grasp; her long, dark, tangled hair, hanging down to at least Andy's leather-covered knees as her head bowed back. Her one arm hung lifelessly by her side, smoke covered and bruised while her other arm rested carefully across her stomach. Her face was partially covered by a black, devilish mask- Horns and long, beaklike nose included, and black paint ran down her flushed cheeks.

He carried her across the dusty desert and back to his place of safety where the remaining four Rebels sat, still fairly sweaty and covered in smoke, themselves. In turn, they looked up at the girl in Andy's arms, apprehensively. She was the last strand of hope the men had. She was their friend, their mascot, almost their everything.

Ashley, The Deviant, sat up slowly, his 'OUTLAW' tattoo across his stomach glistening with sweat. He took the unconscious girl from Andy and carried her to her room. Carefully, he lay her down and removed her mask, leaving behind the pale shape of it around her face, where the smoke had not yet reached, and placed it beside her bed. Subconsciously, Ashley knew she was fine. She'd be awake in an hour or so. But the obvious was staring him right in the face. To begin with, she was out cold. Secondly, he wasn't sure how much more she could take. She'd already been through Hell and back more times than any of them could remember but the worst part was the fact that she always acted like it didn't bother her. Secretly, each of the Rebels knew it did. Ashley ran his hands through his jet black hair and sighed, heading out to the others.

"How is she?" Andy asked, wearily.

"Fine. As usual." Ashley replied bluntly, sinking against the wall, just about able to hold himself up.

"I'm going to get cleaned up…" Jinxx said, absentminded.

Jinxx, The Mystic, was unusually quiet these days. It was highly unlike him. This only gave the others double the amount of things to worry about. Course, he didn't do it intentionally. He'd just had enough of being in the middle of nowhere. He missed everything he no longer owned. Recalling a few of these memories, Jinxx sighed and peeled off the hot, black, leather from his body and stepped into the warm yet welcoming water, allowing his black war paint to stream down his cheeks like black tears. In all honesty, he actually wanted to cry. He hadn't felt this sad in a long time and he hated it. Back home, he had a real life. A family, loads of friends, a girlfriend. Now, just his small handful of friends. Not to be mistaken, he loved the bones off each of them but sometimes…Sometimes-

Suddenly, Jinxx burst into uncontrollable tears, sliding down the wall to sit on the shower floor. He brought his knees to his chest and buried his face in his lap to muffle the loud sobs. His raven, dark, hair stuck to his face, shoulders and back. He was now surrounded by a pool of black water from the paint which was originally all over the top half of his body and his face. He didn't know how much more he could take. He was sick of being so sad all the time. He began to wonder if he should-

"Jinxx?" It was Andy.

Jinxx sniffled childishly. "What?"

"Are you alright in there?" He asked, trying to unpick the lock on the door.

"I'm in the fucking shower, Andy. Go away." Jinxx replied, burying his face back in his lap.

"It wouldn't have been the first time I've seen you naked." Andy laughed lightly, remembering the time he accidentally walked in on Jinxx sleeping naked on top of the bed covers.

Jinxx smiled weakly to himself as Andy pushed open the door and grabbed a towel from the floor. Jinxx stood up, quickly washed his face and stepped out of the shower, taking the towel from Andy and wrapped it around himself.

"You okay?" Andy asked again, a look of genuine worry across his face.

Jinxx looked up at Andy through the mass of hair that had fallen over his face and nodded.

"I just need to go and sit outside." He sighed and headed back for his room.

Quickly, he found some less weighty clothes to wear, picked up his sleek, black violin and sat outside on his own. His violin shimmered in the evening sun and Jinxx smiled. A genuine smiled this time. The only things that seemed to make him truly happy lately were his guitar and violin. Carefully, he pressed the bow to the delicate violin strings and began to play. Jinxx closed his eyes and allowed himself to get lost in the music while a warm breeze crept around him. He relaxed into his chair and forgot about everything around him and everything that involved him.

Meanwhile, this left CC and Jake, who had both vacated around the side of the building for a cigarette.

Jake, The Mourner, stared out into the sunlit nothingness. He was vaguely aware of CC's presence beside him. Being the type of person he is, Jake was genuinely worried about Jinxx. That's not to say the others weren't, but having been through depression when he was younger, he didn't want Jinxx going down the same path. Jinxx wasn't himself lately, and Jake was the only one who seemed to notice the minute details of Jinxx's behaviour. He'd spend more time in the shower, in his room and in general, more time on his own. His ability to fight F.E.A.R was lacking considerably and at one point, everyone was beginning to wonder if Jinxx was actually dying, both physically and mentally. Jake took a long drag from his cigarette and exhaled slowly before turning to CC.

"Hey CC?" He asked simply, as if there was no other means of beginning a conversation.

CC also exhaled slowly and stared through the cloud of smoke he had just created, not making an effort to turn to Jake.

"Yeah?"

"Everything's gonna be okay, right? In the end, I mean. Everything will get better…Won't it?"

CC, The Destroyer, took another drag from his cigarette and tapped the end of it in thought, watching drabs of ash fall to the sand beneath his feet. He wasn't entirely sure how to answer Jake's question. He strung a few sentences of reply together in his head but none of them seemed convincing enough to say out loud. Jake continued to study CC's face, trying to make out what he was thinking. CC opened and closed his mouth multiple times to the point he was beginning to resemble the actions of a fish, but he still couldn't find a reassuring answer. He had tried so many times before to convince the others that everything would be fine, but it almost seemed as if something got in the way of those words as soon as he'd spoken them. He couldn't have that happen again. He was doubtful of anything he said these days. The only things he said and knew to be true were the negatives and even then, he hated admitting that those bad things in their life existed.

"In general? Or did you mean something specifically?" He finally managed to reply, yet he was still afraid of what Jake would say answer with.

Jake paused for a moment, dropped his cigarette and squashed it into the sand. He wasn't actually sure what he meant. He frowned.

"Well…I mean in general. But honestly? I'm asking about Jinxx…" He trailed off.

CC also stubbed out his cigarette and finally faced his friend.

"You know I can't answer either of those questions, Jake. Not anymore." His eyes flitted away sadly. "I'm not the guy to talk to. But, you should probably go and find Jinxx and talk to him. Who knows, you might even put a smile on his face." He shrugged and tucked his hands into his pockets.

Jake sighed and took CC's words, heading around the rest of the building in search for Jinxx, following the sound of the violin. The violin came to an abrupt silence when Jake stopped by his friend. He rested his hand on Jinxx's shoulder.

"We need to talk…" Jake said quietly.

Jinxx sniffed and wiped his cheek with the back of his hand, not looking up at Jake.

"I just wanna go home…"