The Wild Ones Rebellion // Black Veil Brides Fanfiction

21 - True Colors of the Hurting

"Bury me under crooked sidewalk, that's where we allegedly met. I knew that this would end when the lines were shown across your bed. I know that I'm not a smooth talker, I know my eyes are the wrong color. To see you open up your willing eyes and say, 'Did you mean it? Cuz I didn't hear it.'" ~ Anthem of the Unwanted by New Years Day

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*Katrina's POV*

I sat beside CC in the mess hall, talking to him gently as the medic sewed up his wound. We had been right that it wasn't too serious, but terrifying nonetheless.  CC was of course still cussing up a storm, and I didn't blame him, but despite my gentle reassurances, my mind really wasn't focused on him.

I was worried about Andy. He had radioed to let us know that they were okay, but didn't say anything past that. It'd been several hours since then, and nobody seemed to know where he or the others were at. I knew something bad had happened, but just what, nobody wanted to tell me or knew.

The police had retreated, but not before taking out a massive chunk of our forces. The devastation was huge; friends, lovers, relatives, taken at the hands of the corrupt. The survivors had all come to the mess hall, seeking medical help and trying to find lost loved ones. You could see the tear stains through their warpaint, the ones forced to realize that their friends and family weren't coming back. And even in the hall, the carnage was horrible. People were screaming, crying, bleeding out on the tables. The stench of blood filled the air, threatening to gag me.

I tried to help, finding people free spaces to lay down and attempting to heal people that were on the verge of death. People were so focused on the mayhem, I slipped by unnoticed, avoiding being stopped "for my health." It wasn't until I passed out that people noticed me. I was handcuffed to the table by CC after that.

I woke up shortly after they'd fixed up my arm. I felt a lot better, but I wouldn't admit that to anyone. CC kept telling me to relax, but it was only making me more anxious. What was taking them so long?

"Don't you have a sedative or something?" CC growled as the medic, named James, finished up the last stitch, wrapping his torso in gauze.

James shook his head. "We used the last of it on the lost causes." He frowned, glancing up at me. "We weren't prepared for this."

I nodded solemnly. "This is war. Nothing could've prepared us."

He sighed. "Well, Destroyer, you'll be fine. Just take it easy for a few weeks."

CC gave a smile. "They gave it their best shot."

James jogged off, following one of the many cries for medical help.

"What are we going to do?" I asked quietly. CC's chocolate eyes met mine sadly.

"Survive."

"They know where we are. They'll be back."

"Then we'll leave. Move cities. We'll do what we have to. This isn't the end."

My eyes drifted to a young girl, her light hair a raggedy mess and hands covered in blood. She was sitting next to a sheeted body, obviously having known the person. Her eyes stared into the distance, zoned out as she processed the situation and tears trailed her cheeks. She'd lost someone, possibly the only person in her life. An orphan of war.

It was the end for some.

"Chosen?"

A shout across the room caught my attention.  I glanced around frantically, hoping it was indeed the man I wanted it to be. My irises landed on the black clad figure of Gerard. "Over here!" I called.