Legion of the Black (Written out)

Eve’s Fantasy Life
I am running. Running from the thing that is called F.E.A.R. I know it isn’t really F.E.A.R itself, but one of his soldiers. I am holding the one thing that can protect me as long as I hold it. I am holding F.E.A.R’s weakness. I am holding the chain of the Black Veil Brides.
I am covered from head to toe in black. I wear a black mask that labels me a “rebel”. My clothes consist of a black tank top and black shorts. I wear black paint over the rest of my body. The only part of me not covered is the bottom of my feat.
When I look back, I see the soldier has now caught up to me. I know that I must fight. Every time he tries to hit me, I hold up the chain. I know that it will weaken him. But, he knocks the chain right out of my grasp and I fall to the ground. The last thing I remember is the soldier standing over me and stabbing me with his weapon. I am now a soul of F.E.A.R.

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