"The rebels claim their brave new world is upon us
Do not be fooled by the chicanery with which they lay their claim
It is false, and their uprising will not succeed
You will place your trust in F.E.A.R.
You must"
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I keep running and running to reach what was the Fortress of The Legion of the Black. As my vision clears and becomes accustomed to the bright sun in this desert land, the image of the five statues in front of me gets closer and closer. I finally reach the statues and run behind them, where I know I am safe. The Soldier of F.E.A.R can not get to me where I stand. He will burn if he touches the statues.
I remain behind them where I am safe, until I see something in my peripheral vision. What I see is a tall, slender, human figure with a leather vest and black skinny jeans. As the person gets closer, I can recognize more and more features. His hair is shaved on one side of his head, with bangs hanging over his eye and the rest laying over his shoulder. I then notice that this is the Prophet, the one who began The Wild Ones and The Legion of the Black.
As he approaches, it is hard to tell in which direction he is going- towards F.E.A.R's Soldier, or towards me. I then hear a loud, high-pitched noise coming from the Temple of F.E.A.R, and The Voice of F.E.A.R is heard soon after. Me and The Prophet both cover our ears at the annoying, harsh noise. When it is over, we hear the voice of F.E.A.R declare war upon The Legion, telling us to trust in their horrid and deceitful lies.
I refuse to believe in their false sayings anymore. I refuse to even listen to their transmissions. I am free now. I broke away from their shadows and came to the light, running towards my Saviors. I can no longer be overpowered by the ideas of the Serpentine Matriarch that are declared by The Voice of F.E.A.R to be permanently locked inside our brains. Immediately after the transmission ends, the Soldier of F.E.A.R turns to The Prophet and charges at him, ready to strike.
I quickly run out in front of The Prophet with The Rosary Star of The Legion in my hand, holding it up towards the Soldier. Its powers cause him to become immobile, and unable to strike against us. I then tell The Prophet to run back inside The Fortress. Though, as he is strong and willing to fight, he ignores my advice and stays to help destroy the Soldier. I let out a sigh but then continue to destroy the dark member of F.E.A.R. I look around among the tents, and find a wooden spear. The Legion may not have many weapons, but we are an army, and we are strong. We have the power to fight without them.
I hand the spear to The Prophet, who is stronger than I. He then quickly impaled the Soldier of F.E.A.R with it, using all his strength. I keep my Star aimed at the dark being, using all of my strength and power to help The Prophet take him down. As soon as The Prophet stabs the Soldier of F.E.A.R through his darkened heart, the dark being turns to ashes, which fall into the crevices in the dry, barren ground.
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F.E.A.R
FanfictionF.E.A.R has a name, our heroes do too. Monsters and heroes- one has to win. We have to choose a side and fight. We can no longer sit in peace.