I walked over to the Rebels house at the start of the day, while everyone walked over to the square to start training for the day, and as I walked in the opposite direction of the others, I received strange looks from the other soldiers as they walked past me. Marlene, however, noticed that I was going to the opposite direction and caught up to me, grabbing my hand to stop me from moving.
"Where are you going? Training's that way," she asked, jerking her thumb in the direction of the square.
"I, um, need to meet someone in the other dormitory," I stammered, stringing together an excuse.
"Ooh, who is it?" Marlene asked excitedly, straying away from the topic.
"They, um, told me not to tell anyone, sorry Marlene," I lied again, my conscience screaming at me to tell her the truth, but I resisted.
Marlene pouted, looking at me with sad eyes, and then shrugged it off, turning around towards the direction of the square. I watched her stride towards the square without looking back, confident and probably believing what I said was true.
I'm a terrible human being.
Despite that, I turned around to the direction of the leader's house, knowing that no one was there to see me, and started jogging up to their wooden door. Knocking three times, the door opened and instead of seeing the smiling face of Ashley, I was met with the ever-so-serious face of The Destroyer.
"I-I'm here to see Ash-I mean The Deviant," I stammered, intimidated by his expressionless stare.
"He asked me to help you, which means we're going on a trip," he sighed, closing the door behind him.
"Where to?" I asked shyly, now curious.
He replied to my question with silence, walking westward, towards the seemingly endless stretch of dry desert. He somehow noticed me not following him and turned around to face me looking slightly annoyed. He waited a bit, biting his lip, and looking down awkwardly.
"Come on, I promise I won't kill you," he joked, smiling and gesturing for me to catch up.
I smiled a bit, then followed him slowly, still slightly wary of him. He waited for me anyway, lifting the skyward was between us as we walked along.
After about 15 minutes, he stopped in the shade of a large boulder, causing me to trip over my own shoes. When I fell, he chuckled a bit, then held out his hand and took it gratefully as he helped me get off of the hard ground.
He pointed at the large rock and ordered,"Punch it as hard as you can,"
I looked at him weirdly, but didn't punch it.
"Punch it," he repeated, unfazed by my strange look.
I decided to obey him and punched the rock softly. He glared at me, making me punch a little harder, causing my knuckles to burn a bit.
"I know you can punch harder than that, Christina," he told me, looking a bit disappointed.
"I don't want to get hurt," I mumbled lamely in response.
"I was scared of getting hurt too when we first started the rebellion, but this is to save those people that are still in the compound, and you have to realize that you can't always get through life without getting hurt, Christina," The Destroyer explained.
I looked down at the ground, feeling hot tears roll down my cheeks as I remembered my life in the compound, my parents who died at the hands of the Ministers for alleged 'treason'.
I let out a strangled sob as I remembered the gory scene so vividly:
A group of three Ministers broke down the door of our small home, while I walked from the garden with vegetables in my hands, my mother was at the fire preparing some stew, and my father was out in the garden. I immediately dropped the bunch of newly grown herbs when I saw the Ministers, and my mother screamed out of shock as well as fear.
One of the Minister's wordlessly came over to my mother and grabbed her, making her struggle against the Minister's stonelike grip, kicking and screaming at the Minister to let her go. Another one of them started coming towards me, and without a second thought, I ran out of the house towards the garden where I thought my father could protect me.
My pursuer lost interest in me when the Minister noticed my father and grabbed him, then teleported away before he could call out for help.
"DADDY, MOMMY!" I shrieked as tears almost immediately streaming down my face as I started sobbing loudly.
I immediately regretted my loud crying fit when I felt a cloaked arm grab me and I was immediately teleported along with the Minister. I felt a sick feeling in my stomach as we teleported.
When we arrived, my parents were on their knees, gagged and bound with ropes.
"NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS," I shrieked frantically, trying desperately to get out of the strong grasp of the Minister holding me.
My Mother looked at me with her caring eyes and smiled warmly, as if she wasn't about to be killed, mouthing 'I love you'.
A Minister appeared behind my parents in a cloud of black smoke, it's black cloak billowing in the wind.
With a simple wave of it's hand, my parents fell over.
Dead.
I opened my eyes, and the worried face of the Destroyer loomed over me, brushing the tears away from my eyes with his thumb. Beside me were pebbles which were all that was left of the large boulder.
"Are you okay Christina? You just blacked out and started completely destroying the boulder, then you just collapsed," he worried, helping me up from the ground.
"I just remembered something, but I'm tired, and my fists hurt like hell," I mumbled, but I was loud enough for him to hear.
I swayed a bit, my knees buckling, and I fell to the ground, too weak to get up.
The Destroyer came over to me and resolved the problem and picked me up, my body limp in his arms.
He started walking back to the town, his eyes less steely and cold than they were when we came here. He seemed compassionate, he noticed me staring at him and met my gaze with fondness in his eyes.
"Call me CC," he mumbled softly, making me smile softly.
I closed my eyes, my small smile still on my face.
He must've thought I fell asleep because right then he started whispering the lyrics to a song, singing softly, "I'll carry you, my darkest desire, when life sings to you, through Devils Choir,"
I smiled more, knowing that he sang it for me, before finally falling into a deep sleep.
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Legion
FanfictionI am not Wretched. I am not Divine. I am a soldier. I am an enemy. I am a friend. I am the Wretched and Divine.