The Prophet's Daughter (Black Army Sequel)

Chapter 23- the Control

Chapter 23- the Control

A different guard walked in. He was clad in a dark, evil black, blacker than the Wretcheds’ lifeless souls. He grabbed the girl by the shoulder and shoved her out the door.  

"Let's go!" the guard shouted, pushing Abbie forward. The poor, frail girl stumbled over her feet.

           "But the cells are back there!" she cried, desperate to get back to the only comfort she had left. 

           "You're going in for questioning," the guard replied, his voice thick with annoyance.

           "But I just was questioned! Literally not even a minute ago!" she protested. The guard sneered and shoved Abbie forward again.

           "I'm just following orders," he barked, ending their conversation. He opened a large, black door that stood like a blemish in the all white facility and lead to a hallway that looked different from all the others. The walls were painted a dark black that matched the man’s uniform and the creaky black wooden floor boards were stained with dull red-ish brown patches. The hall was lit with dim lanterns that hung from the walls far enough so the light of one ended just before the light of another started. Abbie's heart raced. She suddenly figured out exactly what was going on, and she didn't like it.

           "No," she whispered, staring straight ahead into the blackness of the hall. "No, No!" she said, her tone increasing from a whisper to a shout. She tried to turn around and escape the horrid hallway, but the guard stopped her and forced her forward, practically making her fall to her knees.

           "No! Please, no!" she screamed, desperately trying to push past the guard. He slapped her across the face so hard it echoed throughout the empty hallway and lifted her over his shoulder. No matter how hard she kicked or screamed, he stayed completely unfazed.

           When they came to the end of the hallway, a single black, heavy door towered over the two. The guard put a now very calm Abbie down. She sighed. She knew this was the end. She had lost the small sliver of hope she had left.

           "Ready?" the guard asked, looking down at Abbie with sorrowful green eyes. He seemed to suddenly feel bad for the girl. She took a deep breath and nodded. As the heavy door slowly creaked open, Abbie closed her eyes. She thought of Ashley's taunting smile, Jake's easy to talk to demeanor, CC's crazy, outgoing personality, and Jinxx's soothing, comforting hugs. Most of all, she thought of Andy's understanding, pained, crystal blue eyes and how she'd never see any of them again.

By the time the door was all the way open, it seemed as though Abbie just didn't care about anything anymore. She stepped through the doorway and it slammed shut behind her, catching her by surprise and making her jump. The large room only had one light above a metal table, which had a matching chair on either side of it. All of the corners were dark, but Abbie could just make out the outlines of figures in each one. She was glad she couldn’t see them properly, because they looked like they would eat her for breakfast if they could. In one of the chairs at the table, a man sat staring at her, a big grin on his pale face. His greasy black hair was slicked into a bump on his head, and he wore a black hooded cloak.

“Please, sit down,” he said, motioning to the chair across of him. Abbie cautiously walked over and pulled out the chair. She sat down slowly, never taking her eyes off the man. “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m William Control, also known as the Voice of F.E.A.R.,” he smiled. He held out his hand, but Abbie didn’t take it. He looked at her, expecting her to say her name. All she did was stare at him blankly. It was clear she had no idea what this man had to do with anything.

“Perhaps I should try something else? Maybe you’re more familiar with my… colleagues?” his smile changed slightly, becoming more sinister. He nodded towards one of the corners and the dark room was illuminated with bright, white lights. Abbie rubbed her eyes and gasped. The figures in the corners were Wretcheds, the demons she helped the Black Army defeat. “The Shadow Demons, or… Wretcheds, as you like to call them, are a product of F.E.A.R. I assume you’ve encountered them before?” He snapped his fingers and the demons raced towards the girl. She raced out of the way and glared at the man.

“So you’re responsible for all this?” she growled.

“For the death of hundreds of outcasted freaks? Yes. I needed to cleanse the world of their impurities, and you never really defeated us. We can never be stopped, especially not by a weak little girl like you.” Abbie found the regal calmness of his voice irritating.

“Weak little girl?” she smiled slightly. “I’ll show you just how ‘little’ I am.” She ran towards the man, turning into a horse at the last second and jumping over the table. She knocked the man out of his chair and stood over him, almost crushing his arms in the process.

“I defeated an army of ‘Shadow Demons’ before, I can do it again,” she whispered. Her ears flicked back and caught the sound of feet clicking down the hall. The shocked man smiled slightly, as her head whipped back to the door. The footsteps were coming towards them. The Wretcheds fell back into the corners and turned off the lights, hiding in the shadows and leaving the lone lamp in the middle of the room on. The big bay horse shrank back into a little girl just as the people that belonged to the footsteps swung the door open. They were clad in green army uniforms. One held Abbie’s Black Veil Brides shirt, shoes, and Black Skinny jeans. He threw it at her. She looked at the shirt with the band staring back at her. She closed her eyes and ran her hand over their faces.

“Change and be out in five minutes,” The soldier ordered, motioning for everyone to leave the room, including William, and closing the door. She changed as quickly as possible. She felt a bump in her back pocket and pulled it out. She had forgotten about her phone. She smiled and hid it in her underwear, then walked out of the room. The soldiers rushed her through a series of hallways until they got to a back door and pushed her outside. Abbie took a deep breath and smiled a small, brief smile, until she was shoved into the back of a waiting truck. Angela was the only other person sitting on a bench, wearing the same close she had on at Warped Tour. She looked up at Abbie.

“You too?’ she asked. Abbie nodded and sat next to her.

“There were Wretcheds, and their leader… Do you think this has to do with The Black Army?” Abbie asked. Angela shook her head.

“Steph and Michele aren’t here.”

“Where do you think we’re going?”

“Who knows?” Angela answered, as the truck rolled into motion.