Andy's P.O.V
"Could you try and focus on what we're doing? We're kinda trying to save our fucking lives here." I forced all of my bittersweetness into the smirked I displayed for Lydia.
She rolled her eyes again and stared back at the blue prints we were manufacturing.
Goddamn it. Yeah she was smart and quick with her brain but she wouldn't quit getting distracted. Andy this, Andy that. Is Ashley single?
She has to stop with all of this fucking nonsense crap and get her head in the game. Wether Ashley is hot or not we still have to create a plan successful enough to save all we know.
Easy task at hands? I think not.
"If Phil sticks with the less intelligent form of attack, the F.E.A.R guards, with a help of Dan they can serve as a distraction up front. Giving the rest of us an advantage and letting us fight the real trouble at hand." She said finally quickly drawing some arrows on the diagram of the wasteland between our place and the F.E.A.R ruins I had drawn.
"Dan and Phil working as a team?" I asked trying to find any hole in the idea.
"With a help of a couple others, but essentially, yes." She said.
I smirked sighing a bit. Yeah okay, not bad.
I mean, Michelle was right when she said this Lydia girl was clever. Having Dan and Phil distract the F.E.A.R. guards up front will give us a sort of advantage on the matriarch.
We all know that the F.E.A.R leaders will be at back. Behind all initial chaos. They want us to get tired before facing them. Sending minions to make the target an easier... well, target is their specialty.
That's how it happened the first time. A fleet of F.E.A.R guards sent to make us surrender. C.C took care of them and that's how the rest of us got to the leaders and made them surrender.
They did threaten to return to us and take what was once "theirs", though it really never belonged to them. I never though they would really do it.
Vain promises and hollow threats was what they seemed to do best yet they kept their word.
"Okay that'll work. But we still need to study to further the plan. Study weaknesses and analyze their previous movements." I said finally.
"In hope they haven't bettered their skills." Lydia stood up from the table and stared down at me with the plan in hands.
I sighed. "Yes Lydia, in hopes of no improvements."
She nodded and returned herself to Jinxx to further analyze F.E.A.R's techniques. I could see Phil running in the distance, just a couple of sprinted laps and Dan fighting with C.C. ALL in the name of training.
A few others were under the supervision of Ashley all exercising. Ashley was on the floor instructing push ups and everyone before him copied.
The rest were inside with Jinxx and Jake learning from the filthy book of F.E.A.R. Where Michelle was, I had no idea.
She had been taking this a in a new way since her rebel name was revealed to us through my prophecy. Feeling better and being inspired was giving her a better motive to keep on being. Being herself. Being a hard worker. Just being.
A smile danced on my lips as I thought about how strong we were. I mean, come on. We were in the face of destruction and none of us had bent. We were still standing.
And we would stay standing even in the face of F.E.A.R.
I'll die fighting. Inside there's a fire that burns. I know it's corny but I've felt that way since they captured me a long time ago.
I had a normal life, though I really didn't enjoy it and I always wanted more. But I did have family and a home. One or two friends and I enjoyed those little parts of life.
What I miss most? The music. My music. Just music.
What was life without music? It was silence. Complete silence of emotions and sometimes, quiet is violent. I mean do you think that silence makes a good man convert?
I have honestly no idea. But it does drive you crazy. Imagine a world without music? A complete living hell.
That's why I tried to make my own music. To write lyrics and hum them to myself when things got rough. I had nobody who understood how I was feeling and had put it into a song, so I did that myself.
I wrote down what I felt and turned into something I could sing along to. A soothing mechanism capable to take all of my worry and stress and kick it out the door. Music, it's called.
I looked away from the guys and to my hands. They were slightly shaking. Images of dried blood flashed through my head as I tried to decide if this was all a prophecy or vivid memories. Both I guess.
I knew what was coming and I knew what it would imply. Blood would be shed and hopefully it wouldn't come from any of our people, but from the ones trying to disturb our comfort.
We're not living in a perfect world but at least we were getting used to being miserable.
A kind of peaceful missery that we were dwelling in because we had no other option. Sad? Yes I know, but we called it home and that's all that mattered. We weren't going to let someone take our home no matter how sad and fucked up it was.
My hands felt wet and I noticed the pen I had been holding was now snapped.
A/N:
My little phangirl heart flutters. ~^_^~
I went a little crazy with the references. I know BMTH, twenty one pilots, and some BVB in there too. (Of course.) I need some peace tea rn.
Sorry for my shit. I'm sure this is very uninteresting. :P lol bye now.
