The Prophet's Daughter (Black Army Sequel)

Chapter 21- Angela

Chapter 21- Angela

As the black and white vehicle pulled into the parking lot of a towering brick building that looked down at them and laughed at Abbie and the freedom she never had, thoughts of escape ran through her mind. It was so easy to just run, so easy to grow into a horse and force the door open, run back to Andy’s warm, loving arms and sob into them, but she didn’t. She couldn’t. Her body wouldn’t allow her. She was starting to wonder whether she was her, or the horse. It was getting harder to tell, as if insanity was slowly starting to corrupt her thinking, or, even worse, combining the two. Old insanity, the one that kept her from doing anything in the big, white room that haunted her thoughts from deep in her past. The back door opened and the tall, intimidating police officer nodded for her to get out. She said nothing as he led her inside, one hand on her cuffed hands, the other on her shoulder.

When they got inside, a female officer took control over from the man. They walked past machines other criminals were using, past the waiting room the others seemed to spend hours in, and straight down a white hall into a white-bricked room labeled “Showers” in thick, black lettering.

“When you get in there, strip down and take a shower. Then put these on and come back out,” the woman instructed. Her tone was harsh, unforgiving. It spat iron spikes at Abbie’s fragile body. Abbie did what she was told and quickly came back out, handing the woman her favorite skinny jeans, shoes, and Black Veil Brides t-shirt. She stood there, emotionless.

“Good, now follow me,” the woman said, turning and walking down another white hallway. That’s all that the building was. White. Nothing but white, everywhere. There were windows, showing the dull, cloudy landscape, only reminding Abbie of the freedom she came so close to holding but never really had been close to owning. After going through various doors with very complicated-looking locks, they came to a room with high walls covered in red doors. There were women around, sitting at some of the various tables playing cards and talking as if it wasn’t that big of a deal that they were imprisoned. At first, it didn’t seem like they cared that there was a new prisoner in their unit, until they saw that she was only thirteen. That’s when Abbie felt the stares and heard the whispers, much like how she had when she had first arrived at the Black Army. The woman stopped in front of one of the rooms on the bottom floor.

“This is yours. You have a roommate, get to know her. She could come in handy at some point,” the woman said, opening the door. Abbie walked in and flinched as the woman slammed it behind her. In the small, off-white room, there were two desks, bunk beds, and two bins underneath the bottom bunk. On the top, a girl with raven hair sat staring at the ceiling, her arms crossed under her head. Abbie recognized her immediately, even though she could only see a small fraction of her.

“Angela?” she questioned. Angela lazily swung her legs over the bed and glanced over to her new cellmate. Her face grew into a state of shock when she saw the thirteen year old shape shifter standing in front of her.

“Abbie?” Angela practically shouted. Abbie nodded.”How did you get here?” she asked, way too loud.

“I was walking towards the Main Stage to perform with Andy and Jinxx, when a police officer approached me. He said I was under arrest, but didn’t say what for. Since I had seen the man before, I thought he was behind it and ran, but the police officer caught me. I tried to scream and cry out for help, but no one could hear me. I gave up once he shoved me in his car,” she whispered. Oh how she longed for one of Andy’s hugs. Angela looked completely frozen.

“That’s exactly what happened to me, when I was walking home from Warped. They drove me all the way out here for some reason,” she said, her eyes wide.

“Did they skip through everything else the other people were doing?” Abbie asked. Angela nodded her head furiously, too stunned to talk.

“This is weird,” Abbie said, rubbing her temples.

“Way weird,” Angela added. “Whatever we do, we have to stick together.” Abbie looked at her wearily. “C’mon! We’re army gals! We defeated an army of demons once, we can do it again,” she smiled. Abbie nodded, but couldn’t bring herself to smile. She couldn’t stop thinking about how worried Andy probably was. She sighed and climbed onto the bottom bunk.

“You ok kid?” Angela asked.

“I just want to think,” she whispered, looking down at her feet. Angela nodded and pulled herself onto her bunk, playing with a loose string on her prison uniform. The heavy metal door to the cell opened to reveal a police officer. His eyes were blue, not even close to as stunning as Andy’s, but still noticeable, and his hair was a sunny blond, adding color to the rather bland place.

“Abbie?” he asked, looking between the two girls. Abbie stood up and raised an eyebrow.

“Figure out I didn’t do anything wrong?” she asked, crossing her arms. He sighed and looked at the clip board he was holding.

“We’ll decide that after you go in for questioning,” he said, handcuffing her hands behind her back and leading her out of the cell. It shut with a loud band behind them, causing the other prisoners to once again look up from their card games and conversations and look at the frightened girl sympathetically. Abbie heard them  whisper to each other, talking about what she could have done. She hoped they knew, because she sure didn’t.