The Legion of the Killjoys

Trouble

Hey, everybody! Welcome back! If you read the description, you would know that this is the sequel to my previously finished BVB fanfiction, "The Wild Ones". I would suggest going back and reading the first story, if you haven't, but I don't think it's necessary. I don't think you'll be too lost if you don't read the first one, but by all means, feel free to go back and read it. I hope you all like this story. I'm going to try and update as much as possible, but no promises, bc midterms are coming up, and sectionals for bowling, and I'm going to be really busy! Anyway, here we go! On with the story!

{Andy's POV}

     Months. 

     That's how long it had been since we took down F.E.A.R. 

     I still went to bed every night in terror, praying that they were truly gone, that I was truly safe. Nothing had happened to suggest that F.E.A.R would return, no visions, nothing. I still got visions, of course. They seemed to be a part of me forever. We all still had our powers. It wasn't so bad for some of us. 

     Jinxx could still use his magic, which was useful sometimes. 

     Ashley had to keep his power hidden from the rest of the world, or risk people thinking he would become the next F.E.A.R. 

     Jake's headaches still bothered him, and he hated helping people die, but he did it anyway, knowing he had no real choice in the matter. He had Jinxx to take care of him, anyway. 

     CC was stuck wearing those leather gloves, even on the hottest days in the summer. 

     I, of course, was still stuck with horrible visions of things I didn't want to see. Life wasn't horrible, but it wasn't very pleasant, either.

     Ashley and I were still together, after all of this time. I honestly had no idea why he would stay with me. He constantly had to put up with me feeling tired in the morning after a restless night, me waking up screaming and crying in the middle of the night, the headaches, me passing out at random moments. I hated having to put him through all of that. He always swore that he didn't care about all of that, that he loved me no matter what. I loved him, too, and I'm glad he stayed with me, but something inside me hated watching him put up with it all. 

     Jake used to tell me that he and Jinxx were the same way, that he hated having Jinxx put up with his headaches and constant hours of being unconscious or in trances or exhausted. He told me about one time he had a really bad headache because somebody had died, but was refusing to move on. He told me how he had collapsed on the kitchen floor, screaming in agony, how Jinxx had rushed in and held him, shushing him and stroking his hair while he screamed. The person had finally accepted their fate, after about ten minutes of agony, and he had passed out in Jinxx's arms. He had woken up, four days later, with Jinxx sitting on his bedside. Jinxx looked like he hadn't slept the entire time Jake was asleep. 

     It didn't make me feel much better, but it sort of helped.

     We all lived in the small square that had been built from the factory yard. It was sort of a capital of the new world, but mostly rebels lived there. We just couldn't find the strength to leave. That factory yard had been our home for so long. Ashley and I slept in our old room. The days had been filled with routine checks on the people that were transferred to hospitals after the war, the people who had been imprisoned for being traitors or conspiring with F.E.A.R, the status of recovering those who did not survive and reuniting families. When the day was over, Ashley and I returned home and retired to our room, as we normally did. 

     Ashley pressed his lips against mine passionately, pulling away with a smile. "Isn't it nice to be able to do this? To be able to come home after a long day and just relax without worrying that one of us is going to die the next day, or may not even make it through the night?"