Legion of the Black: The Lost Angels (Black Veil Brides FanFic)

Chapter 1: Visions

Jenni’s POV   

The wind howled across the desert that we called home, stirring the dust and sand. I sat on the roof of the ghost town church, watching the horizon. The sun was beginning to rise, signaling the morning. In the far distance, I could see the faint reflection of light off of the metallic building of F.E.A.R. The building looked like it was no bigger than a grain of sand from this distance. Funny how something that looked so small caused so much despair and destruction, even way out here. I shuddered, remembering the nightmare that caused me to climb up here.

Flashback

I was standing inside of F.E.A.R. watching a girl dressed in a ripped black sleeveless shirt and shorts. Her entire body was covered in black paint; her dark hair was matted with it. She wore a mask I recognized as the mask of the Legion of the Black. She was sneaking through dark hallways towards a door with the carving of a coiling snake: the Matriarch.

What is she doing? I thought as my dream self followed her, Going to the room of the Matriarch is suicide.

The girl gently pushed open the door and went inside. I was transported into the room the girl went in, facing the door as she walked in. She looked around before coming in the room completely, checking for the Shadow soldiers no doubt. She walked silently towards something behind me. I turned to see a locked box on a pedestal.

Odd, I thought, why would the Matriarch have something like that on a pedestal?

The girl pulled out something that looked like hair pins and walked up to the box. She stuck the lock picks into the lock and jiggled them around a bit. The lock clicked open after a minute and the girl made a quiet noise of victory. She opened the box to reveal a rosary. Not just any rosary; the rosary of the Wild Ones. An upside down five point star with little half circles along each edge tied to a tattered piece of braided leather.

So that’s why she came here. She wanted to get their rosary back.

Dread filled my entire being. If the Matriarch had that, that meant that F.E.A.R. had killed one of the Wild Ones prior to the five current ones. Not an easy task, considering that they’re direct descendants of the Fallen Angels. The girl grabbed the rosary, shut the lid of the box and headed back the way she came. She slowly closed the door behind her and quickly walked down the dark hallways. I could feel her panic and need to hurry. She saw a faint light in front of her and ran towards it but she faltered, seeing someone she knew in a cage. The person in the cage recognized her and his eyes widened in horror.

“What are you doing here?” he whispered.

The girl’s eyes filled with tears as she knelt on the ground next to his cage.

“Getting this,” she whispered back, showing the rosary to him.

His eyes widened, “Go! Get out of here and get that to the others. Run!”

He pushed her away and gestured for her to leave. The girl slowly got up and choked back a sob as she turned to head for the door. She looked back at her caged friend for a moment then she turned and bolted for the door, the rosary clutched in her hand. She reached the door and ran out into the light. The sudden change in lighting caused her to stumble and slow down a bit. I watched as a Shadow soldier materialized behind her just as she glanced over her shoulder. She screamed and ran faster, ignoring the searing desert ground beneath her bare feet. I could only watch, helpless as this girl ran for her life away from a monster straight out of nightmares.

“PROPHET!” she screamed, her voice carrying across the desert.

I jolted awake, gasping as I sat up in my bed in the basement of an abandoned church. I bolted out of bed and ran up the stairs to the outside world. The cool early morning air felt good on my slightly fevered skin as I took a deep breath to calm my racing pulse. I climbed the ladder up to the roof of the church and sat against the steeple and watched the sky become lighter as dawn approached.