The Wild Ones Rebellion // Black Veil Brides Fanfiction

29 - Confessions of Devotion

"Say my name, never leave your side, I will be your shadow in the night. Love and fear cannot win the fight, Even with the an army behind your life. So don't walk away, I'll keep you safe, forget promises that we made. Say my name, never leave your side, I will be your shadow here tonight." ~ King of Pain

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*Katrina's POV*

My eyes fluttered open at the sound of rushing feet all around me. The dim light was still enough to blind me, and I groaned. Where was I? What was happening? I tried to recall what happened before I lost consciousness.

I had been a captive at the Worship House. I had been tortured, a lot. Was I still there? No, something happened, something changed. I remembered the door to my cell opening, and a familiar figure standing before me, talking to me with a voice that I could never forget. My heart sped up.

It had been Andy.

Or, at least, I thought it was. I was in a lot of pain, and I was sure the blood loss had made me delirious. I remembered talking to the man, but I couldn't be sure that anything I remembered was actually true.

No, it couldn't be. Andy was dead; that was a fact. I watched the building collapse on Ashley and him. I had to have been imagining it, but that didn't lessen the ache in my heart.

But what happened? I remembered the man releasing me from the chains, and I vaguely remembered being carried somewhere, but I lost consciousness sometime shortly after. They had to have been a Rebel, that much I was certain of.

As the fog cleared, I came to recognize many of the faces rushing past me. I was lying on a cot, bandages wrapping most of the skin on my body, and Rebels from the Legion were hurrying around me, tending to other Rebels on cots. I saw a lot of blood, a lot of injuries.

"Chosen, you're awake!" I heard a voice say. I turned my head to see a young man dressed in what appeared to be black scrubs. He smiled at me.

"What's g- where-?" I stuttered, trying to form a sentence.

"You're in the camp infirmary. You were pretty beat up when the Montana siblings brought you in."

His words were making my head spin. Camp infirmary? Had I truly been rescued? I tried to sit up, but the sharp pain shooting through my abdomen immediately made me stop.

"You shouldn't sit up yet," he said, frowning. "You're only partially patched up right now and with conditions the way they are, we can't spare anyone more experienced to finish patching you up."

"Why? What's happening?"

"We launched a diversion attack on the city to create an opening for the Wild Ones to get you out of the Worship House," he said. "The casualties aren't high, but there are a lot of injuries."

"A diversion? Why would the Legion do that?"

"To rescue you, of course."

I was silent for a moment, gears turning in my head. We couldn't afford to lose anyone, especially not to rescue one person. What were they thinking?

But then something occurred to me: where were the guys?

"Where are the rest of the Wild Ones?" I asked. He frowned again, looking at the ground. That wasn't a good sign. "Tell me," I urged.

"We don't know..."

"What do you mean?"

"We haven't heard from them in a little over an hour. They were apart of the task force that went into the Worship House to rescue you, but they stayed behind to hold of Johnson's forces while the Montana siblings took you to safety."