Nobody's Hero (A Black Veil Brides fanfiction)

Chapter 9

       {Quick note: Trigger Warning! Read at your own descretion. Also, the picture in the side bar (or above if you're reading this on mobile) is how I picture Anthony when we see him in this chapter. The song was constantly running through my mind while I worte this, especially the second to last scene. Remember to vote and share this is your friends!}

        "Fuck!" Anthony screamed in agony, gripping the wound in his leg as he fell to the floor.

        My sudden outburst was enough to distract Brandon enough so that his swing was misdirected and hit Anthony in the leg instead of in the neck. "STOP IT!" I pushed my way through the people that had gathered in front of me then stood between the two boys. "Stop it, both for you!" Anthony was about to protest, when a girl I didn't recognize dropped in front of him to begin working on his leg. 

        Brandon threw the sword to the ground, a dust cloud coming up from under it, before stalking out of the room. The crowd parted for him as he came closer, none of them wanting to get in his way after he tried decapitating my best friend. As he got closer to the door, he raked a slender hand through his blonde locks, tugging on the ends a moment before lietting his hand drop into a fist.

        I turned to Anthony, knowing all too well that there was a pissed off/annoyed look on my face. "We'll talk about this later." I spit through my teeth, seeing him nod nervously. Now I have to find Brandon. It took me a minute before I spotted him walking towards the open land outside the camp. I had to run to catch up to him, shoving his back when he didn't turn around. "What the hell was that back there?!" I growled, getting into his personal space. "What did you say?"

        "I don't understand how you can tolerate that guy." He shook his head angrily, ignoring my question. "He's an asshole-"

        "He's my best friend!" I glared, starting to really get mad. "We've always been there for each other-no matter what." He was silent, glaring right back at me. I saw no remorse in his blue orbs, nothing changing the way he felt about this situation. He really didn't give a shit. "What did you say?"

        "You wanna know what I told him? You really wanna know?" Brandon took another step towards me, his body crashing into mine with enough force to set me off balance, almost knocking me over. "I told him that I was fucking with his stupid litte girlfriend there-Tagen. I told him I was so good that I had her screaming my name so loud that F.E.A.R could hear us." He grinned menacingly, trailing a hand down my cheek. "Not only that, but I had you wrapped around my finger. You were so blind to what I was doing behind your back, that I could have two girls instead of one." 

        It was quick, my brain didn't register the movement until it had already happened. My hand was a blurr as I slapped him across the face, a horrible crack! filling the air. Before Brandon could react to my first hit, my knee came up, landing another hit right in the groin. He fell to the ground, his face contorted into one of pain. I stooped down, my eyes filled with an intense hatred. "Stay the hell away from me-next time, it won't be my fist you feel." I waved my poison-soaked dagger in front of his face.

        I had finished lecturing Anthony on learning to control his temper-after, of course, finding out the truth from Tagen; she had been drugged, not remembering a thing afterward, since she had woken up in her own room. Anthony saw Tagen near the end of my lecture, begging her to accpet his appology. She did, agreeing that if he helped take care of her wrist, she would help him with his leg. I left them then, since they started making out. Ugh.

        After I had threatened Brandon enough to get him away from me, I moved back into the tent with the rest of the girls. Jess was very excited to have me back, though she advised everyone to leave me alone for awhile. It was getting pretty late when I was done putting things in the small footlocker at the end of my cot. Most of the girls were sleeping, Jess included. I quietly stepped out, wandering through the shadows when a movement caught my eye. 

        It was far too big to be a member of the Legion. 

        I crept after it, seeing the angled horns standing high on it's head. I made little noise, becoming one with the darkness that kept me protected. My daggers slid out of their sheaths, the smooth metal calming my nerves as I prepared to destory the Shadow in front of me. I swiftly ran through an open patch of light, knowing that I could very well get caught. I waited a moment before looking out into the open-there was nothing there. Had it just been a trick of the light? Am I losing it?

        As I started to continue, being on guard, a glint of gold flashed in the moonlight. I was knocked to the ground, a grunt coming from my throat as I hit the ground. I flipped quickly, my daggers forming an X over my torso, a golden staff clinking against them. "Arrggghhh!" I thrust it's staff away, slashing a blade across where its abdomen should have been, if it were human. It turned to ash when more Shadows appeared seemingly out of nowhere, golden staves catching what little light there was. I held them off easily, each kill easier than the last.

        It was such a rush, getting the adrenaline pumping through your veins, knowing that you could die at any possible moment. Time seemed to slow down around me; each little detail clear as the wind swirled around me as I spun to sink my weapons into the Shadows. It made me feel like I was light as a feather, flitting around the battlefield on my toes, gliding and spinning like a deadly ballerina. It was a deadly dance, something that could surely prove a problem later on in my life. 

        One Shadow was successful in sneaking up on me. It was good with a knife, unlike the rest of its companions; it had knocked both daggers out and away from my hands. It grabbed my hair, thrusting my head back and forcing me to my knees. I fought back the urge to cry out, not wanting to admit that I was scared as hell. This might be the last time I see this war-torn world again. The Shadow was about to slice my throat open, when the thin blade of a katana appeared through its front. It dissapeared into nothing, its remains scattering in the breeze.

        "Andy," I breathed out in relief. The blue-eyed Wild One pulled me to my feet, holding me in a tight embrace. "Andy, Andy oh my god," I clutched him to my body, needing this moment more than anything. After all that's happened today, I wanted nothing more than to curl up in my cot and not wake up for weeks.

        "Are you alright?" Andy pulled back slightly, studying my face. "I heard your scream-I came as fast as I could." He smoothed my hair when I burried my face in his shoulder. "I'm glad I got here when I did."

        "I am too man." I wheezed. "I'd be dead if you didn't save me."

        "Come on you," Andy kept an arm around me, sensing that I was still in too much shock to walk on my own. "Let's get you to bed...you want to stay in my tent tonight? I promise you'll be safe there." 

        I nodded, following him back into the heart of the camp, my thumb running over the hilt of one of my weapons. As soon as we got back and he made sure I would sleep, I turned to see him getting into bed himself. "Andy," I called softly. He turned his head towards the sound of his name, his eyebrows raising in recognition. "Thank you."

        "Anytime, Wild Child."