The Wretched And Divine

Chapter Two: Dancing Flames

I moved my head, ever so slightly. I moaned out of pain as it flooded all of my senses, the fucking bitch up above only know's why i'm in so much pain when i'm mean to be dead.

DEAD.

DEAD, MOTHER FUCKER'S.

I'm so haunting F.E.A.R's ass. 

I slowly opened my eyes, and a white roof met my vision... 

I looked around the room, i'm in a hospital? Was that shit dream a making of my own fucked up mi- I quickly stopped when I saw a Legion Of Black burned onto the wall.

I guess it's not. I slowly sat up, clutching my stomach. 

So much pain... so less little bitches to fuck up.

I quickly threw my leg's over the side of the stretcher...

I looked at my feet and growled, some little mother fucker has stolen my shoes.

I hesitantly dropped onto my feet. I stood straight, staring down. I did the Irish jig for good measure... the fuck?!

I quickly pulled my coat back and saw only a inch scar half an inch above my belly button.

....

I am so confused right now.

I quickly walked over to the door and opened it, I peeked out, left, clear, right.... my eyes widened "Not clear, not clear, I repeat, mayday, mayday!"  I repeated to myself before slamming the door shut.

I backed away in horror, some bony looking tree man was staring at me with wide eyes... he's hungry!

AND I BET THAT MOTHER FUCKER STOLE MY SHOES!

The door was being pounded on "Open up!" the guy yelled.

"SORRY! NO SEX IN HERE!" I yelled, looking for an escape route, no windows, the walls were solid, and i'm trapped... great.

The door burst open and five guy's came in. I stood in the corner, eyeing them in shock "Hi!" one smiled at me.

"Me no speak English" I immediately stated.

"Seriously?!" one yelled, before laughing... he's been to coo-coo crazy town, right past the pink fluffy unicorns of doom.

"Right, lemme go, or i'll fuck you up" I growled threateningly.

Three man looked at me, examining me "You should rest before you hurt yourself"

"The only thing i'mma gonna hurt, is your face" I eyed him.

He rolled his eyes "Come on, stop being- ophhhh" I quickly punched him in the gut and he bent over in shock.

I quickly hooked my foot around his leg and tripped him over.

"BITCHES GET STITCHES!" I cheered and ran over his body. I stopped right in front of another guy and he put his hand in front of him, palm up.

Flame's quickly balled up in the middle of his hand and I stared, wide eyed at the flames in a trance.

I slowly reached up and poked a flame, my skin burning. I smirked and waved my hands over it "You must be related to Harry Potter or something"

The guy chuckled "How are you doing this?" I asked him, the fire forming a picture forming a shape of a heart.

"Neat" I stated, and continued poking it.

"Wait, SHIT" the guy looked at my face and I quickly backed away from him.

"I'm crazy" I yelled, trying to make them back away.

"Yeah, you are" I stiffly turned to see the tree man looking at me with narrowed eyes.

"Well, you did take on three Reaper's"

I scoffed "That's 'cause i'm sick of them being around, and I was hungry and dehydrated..." 

"You still hungry?" he ask's me.

"Yes, but honey, I ain't gonna take that poison from you"

"Who are you?"

"I won't tell you my real name, i'll tell you my new name. The name's Lyric Runner, your's, Tree Man?"

"Andy Biersack, but i'm also known as The Prophet"

"Well, alright PT, how about ya mate's over there?" I pointed at the four guy's.

"Jake Pitts" hey, flame guy.

"Ashley Purdy"

"Christian Coma"

"Jinxx" 

"........ sup?" I awkwardly leaned against the wall.

The four guy's smirked at me "You're not what we expected"

"Why thank you Jack" I say, checking out the distance to the door, the people, and then me.

I can do this shit.

"It's Jake"

I nodded "Of course it is..." I looked at the door and grinned.

"You know, I have to- RUN BITCHES!" I yelled and ran out the door.

My feet slapped against the floor as I ran down the hall way, cackling as I ran to freedom.

I was suddenly tackled to the floor, and I glared up at Andy "Piss of Tree Man"

He looked me dead in the eyes and then held a cloth over my mouth and nose, what a rude man.

I fought with him, kicking and holding my breathe.

I clocked him in the face before I gasped and then the fume's burned my throat and I was pushed into darkness.