I suddenly felt something cold and solid on my back. I opened my eyes and saw the ashy ceiling of my cell. I sat up from the cold tiles and looked around. Everything was still messed up like I did a while ago. I heard a clink on the tile. I looked towards the door. A familiar leathered hand was poking through the rectangle hole and pointing down. I followed the direction of where he was pointing and saw a key, a key to unlock my cell. The hand disappeared. I got up and walked to the door. I picked up the key and reached my hand through the hole. I felt for the keyhole and put it in and turned it. I opened my door and walked into the hallway. I saw the hallway looking deserted. The walls seemed to be different, like they were slightly burnt or something. I heard a faint voice.

Eve?

Andy?

Yeah. You unlock the door?

Yeah. Wait, how were you here?

Jinxx’s mystics. Now just follow the sound of my voice.

I can’t tell exactly where it’s coming from.

Focus.

I’m trying, Andy! Just, I don’t know… keep talking.

Ha, you’ll tell me to shut up.

No I won’t, now shut up!

See?!

Okay, okay, fine… sing.

Sing?

Yeah…

What song?

I don’t know, just sing I need to hear your voice clearly…

Okay…

The best things in life

Come with a price

The star that burned so bright faded the fastest

I followed his voice, down the right hallway of where I was standing.

You'll always feel it's right

Even when we end the fight

Welcome home,

home tonight

Singing oh-oh

Oh-oh

Welcome home tonight

Oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

Tonight

Words they don't know how to make amends

And all they do is push you to the edge

But it's not wasted

I headed down the long hallway, seeing bright light at the end of it. I think the doors were open.

It’s all done for you

It’s all done for you

Oh yes

It’s all done for you

It’s all done for you

Oh-oh

I reached the end of the hallway, walking out into the bright light…

I saw I was in the desert. I was covered in black war paint, head to toe. I wore the Black Legion mask and I was clutching the BVB star on a chain. I heard the voice of F.E.A.R., abnormally louder than it was earlier.

We are not interested in the possibility of defeat.

Not within the silence of a deserted ally, nor the clamor of a crowded street.

F.E.A.R. cannot be vanquished, we cannot be destroyed.

F.E.A.R. will rise up again and control the masses,

take back the power and crush the insurgent hoard.

As war fades in to the distant memories of enlightened pigs and open wounds,

The Rebels will begin to perish - one by one, as they should.

Feel the fear of dying young, not ignoring the chance to scream.

Lie awake at night in terror, admitting F.E.A.R. will return to glory

and the story of Rebels who set out to conquer will finish…

in blood!

Notes

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