The Wild Ones Rebellion // Black Veil Brides Fanfiction

26 - The Serpent Queen

"The streets are stained with blood that ran their kingdom and feed the beast that lies beneath our treason." ~ Shadows Die

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*Katrina's POV*

When I came to, I had a moment of panic because I thought I'd gone blind. It was pitch black, so black that I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. Where was I?

I was laying flat on my back, something hard and cold beneath me. It felt like stone, possibly cement. The air was cold and damp, smelling of dust and decay. I went to sit up, only to groan in pain as my head began to spin. I took a deep breath and tried again, this time managing to push through the dizziness and pull my self into an upright position.

I lifted my right hand, going to touch the back of my head to analyze the damage from being hit, only to realize I had some sort of shackles on. Shit.

The last thing I remembered was being cornered by the soldiers in the city. The guys had left before me, and hopefully they'd managed to escape, but I hadn't been so lucky. So it only seemed obvious that I was on lockup, probably somewhere in the city, although I had to admit that this seemed more like a dungeon than a prison. Had Fear really gotten that inhumane? Of course they had. They were executing citizens in the streets for God's sake. It only made sense that they had fucking dungeons too.

I eventually managed to stand up so I could feel around, and discovered that I was, in fact, chained to a wall. I couldn't get very far from it, so I had no idea how large the room was or even where the door was at. Escaping here was going to be damn difficult.

I tried using my telekinesis to unlock the shackles, but no matter how hard I tried, nothing budged. It was like there were a wall in my mind, preventing me from doing anything magic related. I could feel it, pressing down on me, blocking my abilities somehow. It had to be Fear. There was no other explanation.

I wondered how long I'd been locked up, how long it'd been since our mission. I hoped to god the guys had gotten out. Johnson would interrogate me eventually, and if he'd gotten the guys, I knew he'd use them against me. And moreover, the Legion needed leaders. Without Andy and without me, Jake, Jinxx and CC would have to take over and lead the front against Fear. I knew they could do it, better than I ever could. With any luck, they'd eventually overthrow Fear and save the country, even though I'd likely be long dead by that time.

I eventually sat back down, leaning my back against the cold wall, waiting for something to happen. It was dead silent here, no other sounds besides my own shuffling and heavy breath. I couldn't tell if I'd been there for five minutes, or five hours. There was no way to gauge, it was just an endless black hole of nothingness. I began to drift in and out of sleep, but with no light or anyone else in the vicinity, I never knew really how long had passed.

That was, of course, until I started getting hungry. I was no stranger to running on minimal food. The Legion had hundreds of mouths to feed and could only get so many supplies with each raid. Rationing had become a part of my life and hunger was normal. But this was unlike any hunger I'd experienced. Each time I woke up, it was worse, to the point where it felt I was being stabbed in the abdomen. My head was always hurting, my mouth was dry, and I eventually got so weak that I couldn't stand up anymore. I wondered if this was their plan, to let me starve to death in some dark room god knows where. That'd be a pretty shitty way to go out.

Sleeping was the only relief from the pain, but in time it got so bad that I couldn't even fall asleep. All I could manage to do was curl up in a ball, my arms wrapped around my abdomen as I prayed for it to go away. I was too dehydrated to even cry from the pain, I just lay there, waiting for it to end.