A/N: Hey all! So as the Lieutenant of the BVB Army I have duties to uphold and one is to write stories either Fanfiction of the band or based on the song titles…and I haven't done either.
-Emo corner- I know, terrible.
So this little idea has crept it's way into my head since I first heard the song Wretched and Divine and has planted itself in my brain. So here it is! Any questions while reading? Just PM me and I will explain.
Wretched and Divine
They were each in line ups, being given their names. Usually the Wild Ones weren't so organized but it didn't seem to matter. One girl with short black hair looked out onto the fire and destruction that was what used to be F.E.A.R. headquarters. Her breathing was shaky as she stepped forward only a few people like her ahead. She could hear one blonde girl that was ahead.
"What's your name?" A deep voice asked the girl, bending his head to speak. The blonde girl looked hesitant but then opened her mouth.
"I'm Innocent." And her voice rang true to it like bells.
The man smiled and heart breaking one and handed her something. "You're What could've been." His voice was just barely a whisper as if no one else could know. The girl nodded and walked away leaving only a few more people between the dark haired girl and the man. Her stomach was a mess of nerves as she watched the fire. Was she ready for this? She was thankful they had found her, rescued her and were willing to take her in but she just wasn't sure she could do it.
Another girl went up. This time she had tear marks on her face but she put up a good front. "I am Unspoken." The girl rubbed her arms in a gesture that she was cold.
The man gestured towards another and soon a man with lines going down his eyes came over. He smiled at the girl and put something around her shoulders before leading her away. "So you're The one they left behind." He put an arm around her shoulders and led her away to a make shift tent.
A more than ready voice drew her attention back to the head of the line. "I am Hurricane!" She looked at the boy with dark brown hair and slightly tanned skin. He stood in front of the man with a very soldier like, ready for anything.
The man chuckled and handed the boy something else. "We could use an Army strong as one." Only a few more people…Her eyes focused on the man at the end of the line. She had to be ready to face him or else she wouldn't be able to. The man had his eyes covered in something like charcoal and marks on his body and skin that suggested he was sick but he seemed fine. He had writing across his stomach and she cocked her head to try and read it. W, spelt out a word she wasn't familiar with. She started to shake as she realized this man was more stranger to her than rescuer. She reacted without thinking, pushed past the people behind her and ran. She ran until the man was out of site and she couldn't see the line she was in. As she ran she noticed other lines with similar people in front of them. She saw a little boy running and weaving in and out of the crowds. He laughed and his voice made her cringe. She hadn't be use to the noise and it made her feel…weird. She didn't know the feeling and didn't like it not knowing. The only thing she'd know was fear…
"Ow!" She yelled as her legs collided with something and she fell, landing near a piece of debris that was on fire. A flame licked at her arm and she jumped back hitting something else. Or someone else. "Leave me alone!" She shrieked skirting away from the person. She kept her eyes down as she had been taught and held her hurt arm to her body. She only wore a blank tank top and black pants and she regretted it as another small fire almost touched her. She began to shake and she could see the person bend down to her level. They were tall and had to duck down to meet her eyes.
"Are you alright?" She blinked shocked at the voice. It was deep but somehow melodic and…comforting? She looked at him and look a breathe. The first thing she saw was blue. Bright blue irises that she could see her wrecked self in. He reached out to touch her hand and she flinched away; he lowered his hands and settled to be resting on one knee and leaned back, giving her room. He gave her a sincere look and she noted the white line going from each side of his face and the startling ring in his lower lip. She had a vague memory of having one of those…maybe. She feel of metal was something she was use to and she was sure she had one. Before F.E.A.R. caught her and took away her self. "Let me help you." He reached a hand out again and this time she allowed him to touch her. He lightly touch her shoulder assessing where she was burnt and pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket. He dabbed at the skin making her hiss and pull back. "I'm just trying to help you." His voice had a little edge to it but he seemed to hold back.
"I'm sorry." Her voice cracked a little and he smiled. He handed her the rag and helped her stand.
"Don't be sorry." He helped guide her away from the fire and kicked sand over it to put it out. She assessed how tall he was and gulped when she had to almost crane her neck all the way to look at his face. He was bare chested, a vest that looked rough but she figured wasn't and a scarf around his neck. She felt the blood turn to her face and brought her hands to cover them. He didn't say anything as they walked back the way she had ran.
"No! I'm not becoming a Wild One!" She pulled her hand from him and started to turn back but he stopped and looked at her. He didn't look mad like she expected but rather confused. "It'll be like being in F.E.A.R all over again!" She felt her eyes begin to water and the desert scenery began to blur and she wiped at her eyes.
He stepped forward. "It'll be nothing like F.E.A.R. I promise." He bent down again and looked in her eyes. She shook her head.
"How do you know? They all look the same!" She pointed to where he rest of the captives and their rescuers were. Indeed they did look the same, most in black and one by one adding paint to their bodies. The man put his hands on her shoulders, careful of the burn, and smiled.
"Just because they look alike does not mean they are all the same. For instance, you and I look a little alike," he gestured to their clothing, "But we aren't totally the same." He dropped his arms. "I am Andy." He looked down at her now and she slowly took a breathe.
"Andy?" It came out as a sigh and the man, Andy nodded and smiled. He started to lead her back to the lines but instead took her to the tent she saw the other girl go into. As they went she saw that each one of the men at the head of the lines did look different. They had different features, markings, and even hair. The man that was the head of her line wasn't there anymore and Andy pulled her into the tent. The first thing she saw was the girl that was pulled away. She sat with the one that gave her a blanket. She was smiling and held something that gave off steam in her hands.
"I'd like you to meet the Wild Ones, leaders of Legion of the Black." Andy led her by the elbow to the rest of the group. Among them was the man that led her line. She slightly cringed but Andy kept her going. "This is Jake," He pointed to a tall man who was tossing a ball of fire in between his hands, "And Jinxx." He pointed out the man that was with the girl err-Unspoken.
She immediately recognized the names from the stories she heard before she was captured. "The Mourner and the Mystic." She smiled in shock not believing her eyes. Both gave smiles to her and waved, she couldn't stop herself from waving back. "Can I guess who the rest of you are?" Andy nodded and held out his hand in a welcome gesture. She stepped forward and shyly rubbed at her arms. One thin man stood off to the side and continuously peeked out the tent. She bit her lip and looked at him as much as she could before feeling like she had creeped him out. "You're…" The name was on the tip of her tongue. "Christian, no wait! CC." He nodded and crossed the room sticking his hand out at her. "The…um…Destroyer?"
"You can call me Christian if you want." She nodded shaking his hand. He went back to where he stood. Now she understood why he kept looking out; in case he needed to attack.
She faced the man who had been in front of her line. She felt a little unease as she looked at him and he gave her a wicked smile. "Crap." She muttered as she felt the heat in her face again. Then she realized who he was. "You have to be the Deviant." He laughed a little and nodded, coming close to her.
"Call me Ashley." She couldn't help but return the smile feeling the euphoria coming off him.
She narrowed her eyes and then thought something. If these four men made up the Mourner, Mystic, Destroyer and Deviant then that means…She turned back to Andy. "You're the Prophet." She felt stupid for how she acted towards him. She shook her head and looked around the room. She hadn't noticed but each person's name she had heard was in the tent and now staring at her. A boy she hadn't noticed stood off to the shoulder of Unspoken and looked almost threatening with his green eyes that bore holes at her. She looked away and back to Andy. "Why did you come to F.E.A.R and save us?" The looked at the Wild Ones who all looked shocked at her question. "I don't…I don't understand." She clenched and unclenched her hands until Jake stepped forward.
"We came to free you and help you." He put a hand on her shoulder. "You were all living in a world of hate that led you to a life that no one wants to be in."
Jinxx followed behind him and gave her a look that smoldered. "I have heard of the dreams everyone who was trapped had talked about, especially. You were in a world of hysteria with nothing full of chaos." She had to swallow her pride from saying anything. She knew both Jake and Jinxx were right
This time CC spoke up, pushing himself off the make shift wall. "We were ready to fight 'till death for you all. We couldn't just let you rot there. That's the reason our ancestors were put here. To fight for the ones who don't know they exist enough to fight back." She felt slightly over whelmed.
"We were ready to die for any one you willing to rise up against F.E.A.R." Andy finally spoke. She nodded blinking. The only person she hadn't heard from was Ashley and she looked at him. "The reason Hurricane, Unspoken, Innocent, Fearless," She assumed Fearless was the boy she didn't recognize ."And yourself were chosen was because we need you. You five are the next Wild Ones." She shook her head. It was too much to believe and all of this was too good to be true. This was all too much of the story she had been told before she was caught. She couldn't believe it now.
"I know you don't believe us but we are telling the truth. We knew you five were the ones to follow us since we came here. Think of all your names and tell me you don't believe us." Ashley finally spoke. And he had her there. She didn't know them all but she knew the four teens had the same last name as her. Divine. She had to believe them. So she nodded and looked at them all. Unspoken had laid herself down on a cot and looked like she was shivering. Now she knew why she was left behind, she was ill and couldn't be wasted on.
Her eyes scanned them all then she took a breathe. "You all have titles and I do too." Her voice grew firm and confident. She saw Ashley and Andy give looks of serene and relief. "I am Broken," She finally felt the one tear fall down her cheek. "The Wretched and Divine."
A/N: Before I get asked, this is a one-shot. Well sort of. If you guys like I can continue this or make a prequel, sequel, etc. Oh and this started out as a one paragraph thing but turned into four pages. So ya, review?