Violet's POV:

I was luckily up and about a day later, having suffered nothing too serious or traumatic. The memories of my time in the F.E.A.R camp however, still terrified me and haunted my mind whenever I so much as closed my eyes. I guess that's why i preferred to stay awake as long as possible, and why i usually would stay in the hospital ward, there was always at least one person there.

So after I was more or less kicked out, having been announced 'all better', I relied on the slim amount of caffeine to keep my awake. Unfortunately, I had to share my coffee with CC , who was always more energized than me even before he had a cup.

Today, the Prophet, or Andy, as he wanted me to call him, had wanted me to join a meeting of some type. At first I had declined, not in the mood to be stuck in a boring-ass room all day discussing F.E.A.R, but Andy proved me wrong.

The Deviant, or as he liked to be called, Ashley, was the one who managed to drag me from my rooms, early morning. He told me all about himself and the Wild Ones, as they liked to be called. Andy's grandfather had been the first leader of the camp years ago, right when F.E.A.R began to take over society all those years ago, and Andy's father took over when he became too old for the job. Andy inherited the title a few years ago, and ever since he lost his parents, he's been the most headstrong about destroying their wicked society.

Not that I blamed him. William, the leader and the entire organization that now ruled most of the continent, had successfully ruined many peoples lives including my own. had watched as a little girl as his soldiers butchered my parents and younger sister. I had barely gotten out of that demented place, and had been dodging F.E.A.R ever since. Until I was captured three years ago.

They tortured me for information which i didn't had. They repeatedly asked for information regarding the mythical Wild Ones, a group of rebels that I wasn't even sure existed. When they claimed that I was secretly one of the Wild ones, I had laughed in their face, and been whipped twelve more times across my back. To this day, the scars have not faded even from three years ago. I suspect I will have them forever.

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The meeting consisted of six people, myself included. When Ashley and I entered the dark room, Andy and the Mystic, or Jinxx were bent over a table with a map on it. CC was fidgeting in a chair across from the and practically leapt on us as we entered. Despite CC's excitement, I could tell something was wrong; even Jake, the Mourner, seemed unusually grim.

"what is it? What's wrong?" I asked as we approached.

Andy sighed, and ran a hand through his raven hair, "F.E.A.R captured more people."

Notes

hey everyone! Gone_Girl here because Karlie is sick! Poor girl
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