A Broken Prophet Without A Message

Chapter 13 - Wretched and Divine

Andy wasn't feeling hungry so Jinxx went into the tent alone - the truth was though that Andy was scared. His main fear was that everyone in the camp was finally seeing him for the murderous, unstable runaway he truly was. He knew that if they did there was no way that he would be able to stay in comfort or even relative safety. Then again, he thought, it's not like this place will still be here in a day...not after FEAR gets to it.
"Geez Andy," Jinxx groaned through a mouth of toast, " if you're going to think shit like that at least try to guard your thoughts!"
Andy began to get up before Jinxx pulled him back down and into a hug.
"I'm kidding Andy, you know that you can always talk to me right?" Jinxx asked softly, his voice muffle by Andy's chest.
"Yeah, I know." Andy replied, pulling Jinxx onto his lap, " But you know that I'm pretty shit at all this feeling sharing thing, even if we are boyfriends."
Jinxx sighed, he knew that some wounds left by FEAR would never fully heal.
"How long do you think we have?" He asked, knowing that Andy could tell distances far easier thanks to all his years wandering the desert.
"Two, maybe three hours at a push. We don't even have a plan. We don't even have an army. We don't - "
"Shhh. Let's just enjoy this time." Jinxx interrupted, putting his finger over Andy's lips before passionately kissing them. They would have stayed like that for hours but a siren disrupted them.
"Don't worry Prophet boy, you'll always be my siren." Jinxx murmured.
"Jinxxie! We've got to be the serious leaders of a rebellion now!" Andy yelled as he and Jinxx ran to the spot that they knew FEAR would arrive. When the guards arrived everyone was armed. From young children to the sick and wounded. Everyone knew that if they failed they would all be either killed or captured. They would rather go down swinging.
Jinxx was managing to hide the wounded while Jake tended to them and break apart the minds of a group of guards.
Ashley had created a ring of fire that was stopping a large portion of the guards from joining the fight.
CC was smiting any guards that were looking at him and annoying everyone by sending down a barrage of hail stones the size of pebbles.
Andy was distracting the guards and singing to increase morale and kill the enemy. He also made a point of carrying anyone who he found dead or wounded to Jake. He was about to make another space jump to do just that when he felt a mental block. Shit, he thought, there's a freaking Heart here?! He knew full we that they stood no chance in such a circumstance, but also that the only way to block a power taken from a dead Heart was with another, stronger one. He hurried up to Jinxx and, after placing down the fallen soldier, began to explain the situation through thought. Morale was already dwindling along with numbers and Andy didn't want to make things worse. He was just about to explain the situation about the Heart when someone caught his eye. They were dressed in immaculate white robes and had an all too familiar malicious glint in their eyes.
"Frederick..." Andy murmured, memories of the rebel turned torturer filling his head. He could feel himself being pulled into darkness and called out in desperation. But nobody came.
When he woke up he was in a stone cell, his wrist and ankles held in manacles and forcing his body to stand. He groaned, fully aware of the purpose of the room he was in. The last time he was sent here he had left with barely his life. He tried to scream, but found his mouth taped over to prevent him escaping. He stayed like that for what he assumed to be a day and a half until Frederick entered the room and made him wish that he had been left alone to die.
His stomach was kicked harshly and a cracking sound mingled with Andy's groan of pain. Jake had fixed up less than a week ago but Andy could tell that he'd need more than Jake's help by the end.
"Show me your filthy wings." Frederick hissed. Andy shook his head in defiance, earning him a blow to the head. If Frederick actually left he might just be able to - the sound of a sword unsheathing broke Andy out of his thoughts. He knew that unless he kept his strength up his wings would release. If they did...he'd get grounded. He shuddered at the thought and attempted to sleep and conserve energy, but a sharp slap stopped him from doing so.
"Your boyfriend won't save you now Andrew." He spat the last word, his homophobic view something that Andy had become used to ignoring after so much time with his parents and the "counselors" at the FEAR prison. He tried to stay strong but after a week his strength failed him and he felt his wings slowly fold out and hang limply. Frederick's eyes lit up with joy and he cackled as he aimed his sword.
"Finally. Now the true fun can begin."
Andy felt tears prick his eyes as the sawing motion began but he held them back, he refused to give Frederick any more satisfaction than he could help. After a few minutes he heard a thud as one of his wings fell to the ground. In a few minutes he heard the same noise again.
He had expected Frederick to leave after this but he remained, tracing lines all over Andy's body and cover his skin with a crimson liquid. Satisfied with his handiwork, Frederick left. Andy took a few minutes to summon his remaining strength before sending himself as far away from the cold cell as he could. He didn't know or care where he ended up.
He had already fallen unconscious when he arrived.