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The Wild Wolf (A Legion of the Black fanfiction) Chapter 1

                                                                                                                                             We are legion...for we are many...

Prophet smiled as he looked into the burning embers of what was left of the bonfire. Another victory the Wild Ones had had this night. Each victory for them meant another step closer to stopping F.E.A.R, and all his religious bullshit. For the Village it also usually meant a feast and a bonfire. Not that Prophet minded, he loved to watch the people dance and sing and tell stories. Watch the children play pretend and act out as if they were the Wild Ones storming the walls of Eden. As long as his people were smiling, Prophet felt nothing but contentment.

Slowly Prophet stood, his legs still a bit sore from the mission earlier. He bid everyone a goodnight and turned his back to the fire as he started to head for home. Prophet's home was on the farthest edges of the village, as was every other member of the Wild Ones. Each member had their home on a corner of the village to keep it safe and protected. All Except for Mourner, who's home lay in the middle of the village so as to pass information to each member a little easier. He never was much of a fighter anyway. Walking into his small yet comfortable home, Prophet stripped his jacket off and plopped onto his bed. His eyes felt heavy, and his bones ached. Breaking into a high security pri- erm city every other day was not as easy as the village may think.

Slowly his eyelids drooped farther and farther, his mind racing about all the duties he had to take care of tomorrow. Just as his eyes closed, his thoughts slowing down, Mourner burst through the door. "They found someone! On the edge of the Village. A girl!! We don't know where she came from or how she got here but she's hurt pretty bad." he yelled.

Prophet shot up on the bad and rubbed his eyes as his thoughts processed for a second. "A girl? Does she look like a Sheep(the term they use for those who are under F.E.A.R's control)?" He asked Mourner.

"No, she seems normal. She's not wearing any fancy robes or anything. Like I said, she's hurt pretty bad. They found her unconscious in the desert while the night patrol was doing their rounds" Mourner said handing Prophet his jacket.

Prophet slid the jacket onto his slim body and looked to Mourner. "It's gonna be a long night." he sighed.

Mourner chuckled as he moved out of the doorway, allowing Prophet to walk in front of him. "Amen brother..."

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Inside the medic hut, Mystic was already evaluating the girl. He had his stethoscope on her chest and was listening to her heartbeat. He looked up as Prophet and Mourner entered.

"How's she doing, Mystic?" Mourner asked.

"She seems to be dehydrated, and suffering from minor radiation poisoning, but overall she seems healthy. We'll give her some Antibiotics just to be safe and she should be up and moving shortly." Mystic said smiling.

"Any idea where she came from?" Prophet asked, looking at the walls of medical supplies they'd stolen from Eden over the last year or so.

"Deviant and Destroyer are interrogating the night patrol to see what they know. At this point, she was just laying out there in the desert. Nothing but a sawed off shotgun and these dog-tags around her neck." Mystic said holding up the jangling tags. Prophet slowly took them from his hand and examined them. They were extremely dirty, caked with mud and what looked like blood. They were also scratched into and oblivion, but despite all that he could still make out the only word etched into the metal.

"Wolf." Prophet read.

"Wolf?" Mystic asked puzzled. "What could that mean?"

"Beats me, but once she's up and moving we're gonna find out." Prophet said.

Mystic nodded and bowed his head to Prophet as he left the hut. "Give a holler if you need me" He said. His wife Doll waited for him just outside. She smiled as he approached and hugged him tightly. Prophet's heart gave a tug as he watched the young couple walk back to their home. It sometimes saddened him as he didn't have a mate, a companion...not that he had time for one....

He focused his attention back on the girl. She looked built for battle. Toned muscles, lean body, index finger seemed calloused. Most likely from firing a weapon repeadiatly. She must have a pretty decent finger to have come this far on her own with nothing but instinct and a sawed off...

Mourner cleared his throat, trying to regain Prophet's attention. "I'm gonna go see if I can't get some answers from Deviant and Destroyer."

"Very good, I'll wait here." Prophet said, pulling up a chair. As Mourner left the hut, Prophet began to look closer at the girl. Her boots were dirty, her clothes were a mess, her hair was in knots. But despite all that, Prophet found her quite....fetching. Her skin looked soft and delicate despite the caked on mudd. The lids of her eyes looked as if she were merely sleeping peacefully and not unconscious in the middle of a deserted wasteland. Her hair (although a tangle of black hair with dried blood in there) fell beautifully into her eyes. Prophet smiled warmly as he brushed it from her face.

Where did you come from...? He thought to himself.

End chapter 1. Hope you guys like it!! can't wait to get started on chapter two!!! First chapter is kinda slow I know and im sorry :/ Next chapter the action starts picking up and we get some answers on who this chick is.

Anyway, again hope you guys like it (:

~~~~~~~Wolfy