I Don't Believe in F.E.A.R.
The Story of a Wild One
My lungs scream in pain. I have to keep walking, walking to freedom. I couldn't die like this. After all of what I've been through, I couldn't die when I was so close to freedom. But maybe this was better. I would rather die free than in the hell of F.E.A.R. Sand clogs my airways and blinds me. Just a few more steps, distract yourself.
I was born in the darkness of F.E.A.R. My mother was pregnant when she was captured. I only saw her once in my life, when I was six. She had snuck away from her cell to mine to tell me the most magnificent stories. She told me of the Wild Ones, the Legion of the Black, the ones who defied F.E.A.R. My mother was one of them before she was captured. My father was one of them too, but he died before he ever found out my mother was pregnant with me. She also told me of someone still with then Wild Ones. Jinxx, my older brother. After she told me these stories, a Shadow came in and slit her throat right in front of me. That was when I knew that I had to find the Wild Ones. I guess that doesn't really matter now.
My lungs scream for air, and its getting harder to walk. I think to just a few hours ago.
I was in my cell, with somewhat of a plan. Ever since my twentieth birthday, weird things started to happen to me. I once threw a chain out of the wall into the door without even touching it. Then I almost set myself ablaze when fire unexpectedly flew from my fingertips. I honestly didn't understand any of it, but I knew that it could help me escape, and it did.
Human guards are sent to collect the dead in cells if there were any. There was one in mine, of a twelve year old boy named Blake. I didn't really know him, but he was the only form of company I had received in a long time. Then he died of a flu. I felt bad for using him for my escape, but what else could I have done? So when the guard came, I sat in my corner, silently. Until he looked away. Then I sprang up and used my powers to knock him against the wall. The rest was kind of a blur. I just know that I ran.
My legs are led now. My knees buckle, and I put my palms out to steady myself. I close my eyes. If theres a God out there, please don't let me die like this, I think to myself. I gasp, and find no oxygen in my lungs. I look in the distance and see an outline on a man. I scream for help, but only make a choking sound. I can't fight it anymore, and I collapse into a blanket of dessert sand.
The Prophet's POV
This wasn't my best idea. One of the Wild Ones had gone missing, but little did I know that a sandstorm would happen half way through my search. It wasn't like I was unprepared for this; it had happened to me before. It was either to continue my search or go back to the safety of the Wild Ones, but I knew no one could survive the storm all alone. I had to keep going. The last thing I expected to find, though, was a runaway from F.E.A.R.
I saw a figure like a girl on her knees through the sand. I had a towel over my mouth to stop the sand from coming to my lungs. I walked to it, and it called for help. Then it collapsed to its side. By this time, I was running to it. I eventually got to the figure. It was a young women, maybe in her twenties, covered in sand. She had black hair and a sunburn from the raging desert sun. I leaned over her and put my ear to her mouth. She let out raspy breaths.
"Okay, come on," I said and picked her up. I pulled out another rag and put it on her to protect her from any further harm on the storm. She was light in my arms, and she seemed to melt in the touch of another human being.
"J-Jinxx," she muttered deliriously. I started.
"How the hell do you know that name?"
