Legends Never Die-- Chapter 2

"Y-you're Prophet," I said through cold, shaky breaths. Why was it so cold?

Five others stood behind him. I recognized the faces I had seen flash through my mind in the blackest of dreams. They were my hope.

I put the names I knew to faces, there was Mystic, Destroyer, Mourner, Deviant, and Xya, whose white eyes devoid of pupil or irises comforted me. They were all dressed in black from head to toe. I wondered if they knew about the creatures I had witnessed yesterday, in my dreams.

I had first had these dreams when I was twelve. I remember screaming at the sight of Xya's eyes, the abnormal quality of them making me want to hide.

Now that I had seen the angel-like demonic beings that had surrounded me, the white comforted me. She was smiling at me! There was no blood...they were Xya's opposites, I realized.

My hands shook against my sides. I was sitting on the ground, my legs twisted every which way, similar to having just woken up from a deep sleep. Although, this was a dream wasn't it? It couldn't be real could it? I looked around at the barren desert that was my surroundings. A dream, it was just a dream.

"Look at me Alison," a deep, smooth voice said, grinning. Prophet held out a hand to me, I took it, though reluctantly. He pulled me to my feet.

"What did you see last night," he asked me as I got on my feet.

"How do you know my name?" I frowned, staring back into the face that had haunted me six years.

"I am the unclean, part of the congregation of the unseen, I see all." he grinned.

"You look like you're from Mötley Crüe or something," I joked, looking at his attire, a leather jacket with only one sleeve, ridiculously skinny black jeans, leather boots. His lip and nose were pierced and a cross dangled from his ear. The others around we're dressed in similar fashion, same black leather clothing, did I mention everyone had long black hair?

"Well I'm flattered you would compare us to one of the most successful metal bands of all time," he laughed.

The weird, girly part of me was strangely attracted to them, although this wasn't a time to admire their looks, I had to get answers!

Xya was different from the others, I noticed. She wore long black robes, exactly the same as the white demons, but dark ebony. She held some kind of star in her hand, the detail around it was intricate. It dangled from a golden chain and sparkled in the sunlight. I shivered at the cool air. How were they not freezing?

I looked down at my hoodies and jeans and immediately regretted it. I looked disgusting! How could these people even look at me! I was just a fat, worthless blob.

"So you see all?"I asked to Prophet.

"You know who I am, a Prophet. Why do you question me?" He asked.

"Is that your real name?" I shot back.

"You will know my name in due time," he smirked.

I finally gave up. I couldn't read this guy, he was so confusing. "So you asked me what I saw?"

"Yes," he replied.

"I saw six angel-like beings dressed in white. When they opened their eyes, they were all black and blood dripped out of their mouths. There. Enough explaining?" I sighed.

"Shit," he mumbled, "it's worse than I thought."

"What's worse? And I thought you are too 'proper' to cuss with your fancy language!" I asked.

"I'm not 'proper' I'm just space out a lot and talk weirdly," Prophet sighed. "Anyways, it looks like we are going to have to deal with demons," Prophet said.

"Demons? Who CAN destroy a demon?" The mourner asked, his voice solemn.

It took a moment for Prophet to answer. "Only the Perfect Weapon... We believe that's you, Alison."

I was so lost, I just stood and stared at the Prophet unbelieving for a minute or so.

"What do you mean demons? Demons don't exist!" I fought back.

"Yes they do, but in the form of life struggles. Only you can destroy your pain. It takes time, but you can send them all back scurrying to F.E.A.R. where they belong," Prophet explained.

"F.E.A.R.?" I questioned.

"The overarching, surpreme ruler of the pain in our lives, that is impossible to escape." Prophet sighed. "If you send the demons back to F.E.A.R., we'll be able to defeat them."

"So not like fear as in scary, but something actually called F.E.A.R.?" I questioned.

"Yes," Prophet confirmed. "Apparently you have six demons in your life. Six sources of suffering."

"What do you mean suffering?" I asked, wrinkling my eyebrows in confusion.

"That's what we need to find out," he sighed. "We need you to talk to us."

"I'm not accepting your fucking 'counseling' or whatever this shit is. I want to go home!" I said angrily.

"I'm sorry but you cannot exit this realm until you've defeated your demons," he explained.

"Fuck," I said under my breath.

"Tomorrow we need to hear you talk out your life to us. However, tonight you need sleep."

Before I could respond the Prophet went over to talk to Xya. Their words were whispered, and I couldn't hear. It frustrated me.

I looked at the remaining fourand took in their features. All had long black hair, though their faces were easily distinguishable from each other. All had pale skin except for one, the Deviant. His skin was lightly tanned and he was obviously muscular, but he was very slim. He had smooth silky hair I wanted to touch so badly...

Wait a second! Why was I thinking in such detail? I didn't know these people's motives, although this was a dream. Dreams were in my head weren't they? Is this all my imagination?

Before I could ponder things too much, Prophet returned from consulting Xya.

"We thought, because all of us except the Deviant are in a relationship, that you should share a room with him," he sighed guiltily.

"You can't put her with the pervert!" Mystic complained.

"Yeah, she doesn't want to be sexually harassed all day does she?" Destroyer laughed.

Pervert? Well my interest in the Deviant was fading fast. Although...he was so beautiful.

"It's either outside in the cold, or the Deviant," Xya sighed.

"Do you promise to behave yourself?" Mystic frowned at Deviant.

He let out a long sigh. "Seriously people I'm not going to rape the person we're helping! What do you guys think I am? A monster? Seriously!" Deviant said.

My respect for him rised a little for that comment.

"Well as long as he behaves it's okay I guess," Mystic rolled his eyes. "If he hurts you sweetheart, you have my permission to beat him up," he smiled at me.

"Don't worry I will," I laughed. I was now afraid to look at Deviant. He haunted my mind.

"Xya take her to Dev's tent and give her some clothing," Prophet instructed.

Xya shrugged. "Come on Alison," she smiled, holding an outstretched arm for me to take. I took her hand, and we walked to a group of around 10 tents, all rather large, and all black. The same intricate star I had seen on the rosary Xya was holding was printed in white paint on each of the tents. I wondered what it meant.

We walked to a tent on the far side of the camp. I noticed there were people in demonic looking masks walking around, children played tag and hide and go seek. The masks made it look eerie.

"Why do they where masks?" I asked Xya.

"they don't usually, but they had just gotten back from a battle so why take them off?" She shrugged. "They are basically used to identify ourselves in war."

"What war?" I questioned.

"The war against F.E.A.R.," she said. Her voice was smooth like honey. She reminded me of an older sister, a loving older sister. She walked into the tent and I followed.

"Were you there?"

Xya shook her head. "No, I usually stay here and tend to what's left of us. Destroyer doesn't like it when I go into battle, and neither do the rest of the guys."

There were many gold stars on the inside of the tent. They weren't the same intricate stars, but just plain stars. A box containing several necklaces sat on a dresser, and a bed with black sheets was in the center.

"So clothing?" I asked Xya.

"Right. Be right back," she said, running out of the tent. Was that a British accent? Her accent was so strange.

I sat on the bed, noticing there was only one. Were the Deviant and I supposed to share a bed? The thought made me uncomfortable. I didn't exactly trust him.

I spotted myself in a mirror at the other side of the room. What would it matter anyways? No one could ever be attracted to me. I was just a fat, worthless, lazy slut, just like my mother told me.

I was thankful the hoodie covered up all my scars. What would they do if they saw? Nothing probably. They would probably just roll their eyes like the others. Nobody cared.

I wished I was wearing a little bit of makeup. My face was pale and dull. I looked at my sandy blonde hair that fell awkwardly around my shoulders. My bangs were always in my face. I had so many imperfections, why was I even worried about trust? He probably thought I looked like shit.

I wondered what his real name was. Prophet had a name, of which I did not know. Maybe Deviant would tell me his instead of making me call him "Deviant" everywhere I went.

I looked to another corner of the room, away from the mirror. To my surprise, hello kitty pillows and stuffed animals were arranged in a corner. I chuckled to myself.

"That Deviant, he's a strange one," Xya giggled from behind me.

"Seriously? Hello Kitty?" I laughed.

"You should see Prophet's tent. Batman, everywhere.

"I'll have to see that," I sighed.

"Well, here's some clothes," Xya grinned, setting a pile of clothing on the bed. I noticed black jeans, shorts, and a few t-shirts mixed in with underwear and a pair of leather boots. "I'll just leave them here on the counter until he tells you where to put them."

"Thanks," I smiled.

"Well, bathroom is in there," she said, pointing to an attached room to the tent. I walked over to it and peered in. There was a shower. Why the hell was there a shower in a tent?

"Ok," I said.

"Any questions?" She asked.

"Not really," I sighed, wanting to be alone.

"Okay," she smiled. "I'm in the tent next to you if you need anything."

"I'll keep that in mind," I smiled.

"Alright," she said before leaving me.

I watched her until I couldn't see her anymore, then fell on the bed crying.

"I want to go home,"I sobbed into the pillow, wishing I could take out my pain on myself, but I couldn't. I didn't understand anything. Where was I?

And the next thing I knew, I was in a dreamless sleep.