"There's just one thing I wanna ask." Josh, my best friend, was talking to me as we walked through the school gates. He knew all about my old dreams I used to have and the story mum told me. He was a cool guy. Tall, as in WAY taller than me. He made me feel like a munchkin! Damn my inability to grow any taller than 5 foot 4! He ware oldBlack Veil Brides shirts just like I did. Skinny jeans, studded cuffs and belts with chains, black eyeliner. Of course on the odd day we both ware full on warpaint inspired by those god's of rock... which would earn us instant detention for 'evoking the image of Satan and all that is unholy and dirty and abnormal in this world.' As the teachers would tell us. We were used to the insults and the idiocy of teachers who would tell us we were inhuman. Truth be told, if being human meant being like them I'd rather call myself a vampire... which I do. I don't care if its weird. This is me! Anyway, Josh never failed to enjoy me talking about my old dreams. He was like a gender-bend of me (his words, NOT mine!) and we both loved it.
"How did the Wild Ones even GET their powers? It's like they appeared out of nowhere. And then your dreams explain how they were born but not their powers..." He tilted his head to one side, causing his 'emo' style hair to fall into his face. As much as I DESPISE that word for multiple reasons, its all I could ever think of to describe his hair. Despite the similarities in our clothes, there were differences in our looks. His hair was pitch black and his eyes were spectacularly blue, just like Prophet's eyes, from what I remembered of my dreams. I guess its one of the reasons I felt safe around him. And he had really pale skin. I tried to keep pail but my natural skin tone is pretty dark ether way, my eyes are too dark to just be brown, their nearer to black. As for my hair, I liked to dye it silver with lagoon blue streaks in them. My hair was just layered and all swept to one side.
"Because," I explained. "Their mother was a fallen angel. She had VERY special powers. They were half human so they didn't get her wings or all of her power. But they did get some things." I smiled. "Like control over fire for example."
"Like Mystic..."
"Amazing physical strength."
"Like Destroyer..."
"Fighting skills and reflexes of a ninja!"
"Like Mourner and Deviant..."
"Who also have the ability to see into the future but they can't control that power. And last but not least, the leadership and wisdom of a king, and a ferociously protective instinct of those you care for."
"Prophet. I don't think I've seen anyone as protective of anyone or anything as he is over his legion." Josh grinned. "Besides you."
"I'm not THAT protective." I rolled my eyes.
"Oh really? Who turned into the Incredible Vampiric Hulk on the bastards who threw acid at you because it hit me instead?" I cringed at the memory. We were in science class and one of the ass holes decided it would be funny to throw a highly strong acid at me. Unfortunately for them, their aim was... well crap really. They hit Josh instead, and so naturally I beat the crap out of them. He still has burn scars on his left arm and all down his back...
"That was different, you wound up in hospital." I folded my arms in protest of his accusation. I was no hero, no protector.
"Ok, ok then... so anyway, that explains why they wound up with powers. So Fallen got the wings?"
"She hides them mostly, incase The Voice finds out and locks her in the F.E.A.R torture room." I cringed inwardly at the thought of that place... the cold damp room, thick with filth and blood, the smell of sweat and that metallic red liquid... it was worse than being in school... well, almost.
"Out my way!" Hannah, the school's resident witch with a capital B, pushed passed us and wound up pushing Josh over. "What a freak!"
"Oy! Pom-poms for brains! You owe my friend an apology!" I grabbed her by her... um... 'dress' sleeveand turned her around.
"No waaaaay!" Squealed like a piglet being sat on. "Get off of meeeee!" she began slapping me and clawing my arms with her nails. I shoved her off of me... only to loose my balance, fall and crack my head off the ground.
I couldn't hear or see anything. I half expected to just wake up in a hospital the next morning after another instant and dreamless sleep... but I didn't. I didn't begin to wake up as I expected. Or hear what I expected... I awoke to what sounded like the grinding of gears or a saw cutting through metal, and the whipping sound of a large generator beneath the metal flooring I could now feel beneath me... There was a soft yet daunting tap... tap... tap... water leaking from a pipe. I gagged as the smell of blood reached my nose, and as I did, burning pain filled my chest.
"AH!..." I hacked roughly until I felt blood in my mouth. That cant be good...
I stood, hearing chains rattling as I did, and opened my eyes... Dark, green metal walls surrounded me in a tiny room. Pipes were everywhere, and on one side of the room was a clamp door like something out of a sci-fi film. My body was filled with pain and I looked at myself... I was in some kind of one-piece black denim outfit covered in dull studs and bones. One arm was missing and the other was torn up. Why did this room look so familiar?... I spun around very slowly to survey my surroundings. The ground was black with filth and brown dust, and blood... There were all kinds of devices, some ancient methods and some new... all for torture. I panicked and quickly spun around to see an emblem imprinted into the wall in glistening chrome. The only clean thing in the room. It was of a snake, entangling itself and half coiling into a circle... It cant be...
"F.E.A.R..." I whispered in disbelief.
