Legend of The Wild Ones - Chapter 3

I knew this was a dream! It HAD to be!... but like it was in the past it felt all too real... how can this be happening now after all these years?! “F.E.AR! LET ME OUT!!!!” I growled and began pounding at the door. I no longer cared about the pain. I just knew I had to escape... but no sound came. Nothing but the droning  machinery that ran the building...

Wait a minute! No sound? What happened to the whispers of F.E.A.R’s residents? The screams of pain and fear, cries for help of those being taken to the torture rooms. What happened to the F.E.A.R Shadow’s laughs as they taunted the residents of their prison. I noticed a dial in the corner of the room beside the door. It was the date... I realized what had happened. The Wild Ones had already stormed the place and rescued everyone... so... how come I was left here?...

“Fallen?” A voice called my name. I closed my eyes as I let the warmth of the voice surround me. For once in a very long time, I felt safe, truly safe. That voice I knew all too well, even after all these years... I turned to see Prophet standing there. He looked like a ghost. He always did when he used his power to see me. I felt my heart sink a little when I realized he wasn’t really here. But then I smiled in relief. It meant he and the others were safe.

“Prophet!” I grinned.

“Your alive...” He looked upset. “I thought.... you were dead.”

“No, I- I think I may have been in a coma the past... 10 years...” I stuttered a little. It was so cold in there I thought I was going to freeze to death...

“I’ll tell the others your alive...”

“What’s wrong Proph?...” I tilted my head a little. “You seem upset? You defeated F.E.A.R...”

“No... we didn’t...” Prophet looked away. I never seen those blue eyes so sad... “The Voice escaped us.... your father is still alive. He ran and hid, and if you try to leave, he WILL kill you... there’s no question about that.”

“Then there is only one thing for me to do... When he comes to get me once he knows I’m awake, I’ll play along with his game, pretend to be on his side. Maby I can gather information on what he plans to do next. No way will he let you get away with destroying the prison.” I folded my arms. Now I was enraged. No one EVER hurt my brothers if I had something to do with it. If F.E.A.R wanted to hurt them, he’d need to go through me first.

“Dont try to escape until we are there to help you!” Prophet looked straight into my eyes. It was almost like he was daring me to even THINK of disobeying. He knew me too well. I never took orders before... but for once I suppose he had a relevant reason for giving me this request. If I tried anything then what was left of the Shadows could easily kill me.

With a sigh, I nodded. “Sure thing bro...”

Prophet smiled and gave me that trademark smirk of his, before disappearing, leaving me alone in the dark, dank room. I waited there for hours, until suddenly, the door hissed as it opened...

But it wasn’t who I expected. A girl walked inside. She looked a lot like me... but her skin was very grey from lack of sunlight, her hair was brown and up in bunches... and the worst sight was her clothes. She ware an elegent white dress, spattered with blood. Some patches were so old the blood had turned black, others so fresh the blood was still wet. Blood flaked from the skin of her hands and her cheeks, and her mouth was curled upwards into a manic smile. Her eyes were yellowing and bloodshot. In short, she looked insane. Her feet were bare and bleeding from shards of glass stuck in them. I stepped back and she let out a piercing scream as she leaped at me!

And then... nothing...