A/N: So I've decided, even though no one is reading this, I am going to make this a sort of story following the new Wild Ones taking their places. If you are having trouble with the names this is them:

Broken- The Wretched and Divine

Fearless- fighting till he dies

Hurricane- strong as one

Unspoken- the one that was left behind

Innocent- what could have been

Got it?

And just another thing. I will be calling Andy, Jinxx, CC, Jake, and Ashley the Veiled because it's confusing calling them and everyone else the Wild Ones. This will kinda put a back story to how Andy, CC, Jake, Jinxx, and Ash all became the Wild Ones. It is purely my own imagination.

We Don't Belong

They had been learning to be the new leaders for maybe a month. Each one of the five being helped by a different Wild One. Unspoken, Mystic, had taken a liking to Jinxx and they all soon found out she held the same "gift" as he did. She could predict the outcome of the events to play and see where the next compound would be before even knowing they needed to be there. Hurricane was having a hell of a time being the Deviant, he and Ashley were almost inseparable as Ashley passed on everything he knew. Fearless fit in perfectly with his role of Destroyer. "If I didn't know CC before hand," Andy said once to Broken, "I'd say they were long lost brothers." And everyone had to agree.

Everyone seemed to be fitting in nicely to their roles except two. Innocent and Broken. Neither could fit into the roles bestowed onto them. You would think being the one that could have been, Innocent hated that title so much, that she'd fit in the easiest as the Mourner. But she just couldn't. Being the one that was left meant Innocent should be incredibly emotional and in tune with her self but she quite the opposite. She couldn't feel anything and therefore couldn't do anything Jake tried to teach her.

The only person who was having a worse time was Broken. Not only was she the one who didn't want to be apart of Wild Ones, but she was to lead them. Broken was the next Prophet and couldn't stand the idea. She even refused to wear the paint that others wore as a sign they joined. She had spend as much time as possible avoiding Andy, she didn't want any thing to do with him if it meant learning to become the Prophet. Even if she had questions for him.

At this moment, Broken and Innocent were occupying a pile of rubble Innocent had found. Both hid from their predecessors in vain. It had only been ten minutes since they left the group when they heard a clamber and groaned as both Jake and Andy came into sight. "There you are." Jake looked directly at Innocent with slightly accusing eyes. She averted her gaze to the ground and picked at a broken piece of metal. Jake sighed and held out his hand to her, she didn't take it. Both girls refused to look at them and made a show of looking anywhere else.

"Why have you both been hiding from us?" Andy took a seat on a mess of rocks next to Broken who inched away. Jake bent down and squatted in front of Innocent, his hand still out. Innocent finally met his eyes and took his hand. Jake smiled just slightly and helped her stand up; Broken couldn't help but feel the slightest betrayal. She didn't anticipate being the only one rebelling against the rebels. Jake led Innocent back to the make shift camp and he started to talk but too low for Broken to hear. That left her alone with Andy and she didn't like the idea for even a second. Ok maybe a little. Andy on the other hand was feeling the weight of being Prophet and could understand her not wanting to fulfill her right like some burden thrust upon her, he had felt exactly the same. He reached for her hand and she flinched like she had the first day he found her. "Broken I know you don't want to lead the Wild Ones, who would blame you," He shrugged, picking up a rock and throwing it into a small fire. "But it isn't your choice to make." She looked at him with slight accusation in her eyes. He was right, it wasn't her choice or fault. It was his and if Andy hadn't went after her the first day then she would have been off on her own and happy. Or dead. And she also knew something everyone else didn't.

"I know it isn't my choice." Her voice was cracking. "But I know I'm not suppose to lead them," she motioned to everyone behind her, the rest of the Wild Ones. "Eve Black was supposed to, not me." Andy tensed as she said this. As far as he knew, the only people who knew that were himself and the rest of the Veiled. "Andy, everyone cringes from me, runs away, or says I'm not Eve every time I am brought up. I've heard what they call me, a substitute, a backup, a nothing, a sinner. I fear, no I know I don't belong here." She shoved away his hand. Andy had to agree, in the time she'd been put as Prophet no one had liked the idea. They still mourned the death of Eve.

He nodded. "You're right, you don't belong." He ran a hand through his hair. Andy couldn't figure out how to say something to her that would help. "You don't belong here but that's why you do." She didn't understand and let him take her hand when he tried again. "I didn't know I was going to be Prophet when we all came together. It was Ashley and I wondering from our compound for the longest time. We used to belong to the Church of Fools before we met Jake and Jinxx. They had escaped from F.E.A.R only a few years ago." Broken gaped, she hadn't expected that and made a mental note to ask Jinxx later. "CC found us all after that. Then we were met by our ancestors, crazy as it sounds. But one by one they arrived and took on each one of us like we were their sons. Everyone had an ancestor that lead them to become who they are now," He looked away, "but me. Mine never came and the ancestors knew why. They wouldn't tell me saying I would have to figure things out, they didn't know what she knew. But I made them tell me and it nearly broke me."

Broken shook her head. "I don't want to hear." But he kept going.

"My ancestor had the name of Sixx, a name I adored, but Sixx had been caught in the crossfire of Heaven closing it's Gates and Hell being filled up. There was no where for her to go before the Church's took over and she was one of the first caught. The others had hidden but couldn't find her in time." Now Broken could see the terror and sadness evident on Andy's face. "She had no where to belong to and that's what got her killed." He pulled something from a pocket in his vest and Broken watched as he lit it with a metal container. An odor that made her wrinkle her nose came from the small white stick.

"Sorry but it's a stressing topic." She stood and held out her hand. Andy took it and they stood facing each other.

"So what did you do then?" Broken couldn't believe how childish she was being. She may not want to be Prophet but at the very least she had a mentor to teach her. Andy was on his own when he started.

"I wanted to leave the Veiled. I couldn't be apart of them, I felt like I didn't, couldn't belong. I dared everything that came into my path to show me it's worse so I couldn't be Prophet. I stupidly thought if I put myself in danger it would somehow give me the truth." They started to walk back the small camp. "You hear that?" He nodded to the camp and she shook her head. There was a little noise and movement coming from up ahead but she couldn't figure it out. "That's the March of the Rejects." She looked up at him with furrowed brows.

"March of the Rejects…?" He nodded. "Is that a dance or something?" He laughed and shook his head.

"No. It's more of a calling or a…"He stopped and then suddenly picked up the pace.

Broken tried to keep up but her body was still sore. "A what?" She mentally cursed him, her lungs burning.

"It's a warning!" He turned his head around to yell it at her before coming up to the tent and barely acknowledging her. There were many murmurs and worried expressions when they entered. "What's wrong?" Andy shifted back into role of Prophet and went to take charge. All members of Veiled and there apprentices were crowded around something in the center of the tent. Others were present as well and Broken nudged her way through the crowded space. She stopped short seeing what, who was in the center. Laying on the wooden table was a girl with russet hair and tanned skin.

"We found her on the outskirts of camp. There was a note with her." CC held out a piece of paper as he spoke. "It says 'To the Prophet.' Andy do you know her?" Said man shook his heads and moved away from the body clearly bothered. Broken looked at the girl intently and felt a certain poison creep from the girl. Her eyes were shut and lips parted slightly like she was asleep but Broken couldn't see movement in her chest. Had she known this girl? She continued to stare until someone touched her shoulder making her jerk away.

"Do you know her?" It was Ashley and he looked down at her with concerned eyes. Broken didn't know how to respond.

"I-I think." She bit her lip and looked down at the girl. Her stomach clenched as she saw wet stains on the girls all black shirt and droplets of blood on her legs. Andy had leaned forward to lift the girls shirt off her stomach and she saw his hand shake, his face ashen. She felt all blood drain from her as well when she saw what was underneath. Carved into the girl's pale stomach were lines that looked like they still bled. But there was something underneath one mark and her eyes went wide. Broken felt her body start to shake and pushed people aside as she felt herself convulse. She opened the tent flap and let out the contents of her stomach. She couldn't handle seeing the blood and torn flesh, not after realizing who the girl was. "I am so sorry, Abeyance." She choked and felt her arms shook as she tried to hold herself up. Broken hadn't remembered where she had seen the russet haired girl before until she saw the mark under a cut. It was a mark she had as well on her hip bone. A simple series of letters and numbers that everyone that was entrapped in F.E.A.R. had. S14C2C1. Meaning Sector 14, Cell 2, Captive 1. Broken let her hand drift to her own hip were she was branded with an almost identical series, the only difference was instead of S14C2C1 her ended with a 2. The girl, Abeyance, and she had shared a cell when they were captured.

Broken felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Ashley behind her holding out a small scrap of cloth. "Here." She took it and wiped her mouth. She felt the hollowness in her and hatred for the Churches return. How could they do this?

Abeyance had ran away the second the Wild Ones freed them in search of her family. Broken was supposed to go with her but at last second decided not to, thinking of Eve and her dead body. Now she wished she had and at least Abeyance might still be alive if there were two of them. Abeyance had understood when she hadn't came with her and left her with sweet words. "Get back up when they push you down." And had taken off into the desert. Broken hated herself for not stopping her.

"I knew her." She looked at Ashley with tears in her eyes. "I knew her, so did Unspoken." Her voice trembled and she bit her lip to keep from sobbing. Ashley nodded and helped lead her back into the tent. Broken felt her stomach turn again but kept herself in check as she walked back to Abeyance's body. Many had left the tent and Broken looked around to the Wild Ones. "Her name is Abeyance, she was only fifteen." Unspoken went rigid hearing the name and leaned against Jinxx to keep herself together. "Abeyance and I were cellmates, she left when you guys freed us to look for her family. Her brother and sister but…" She felt tears prickle in her eyes. "But they're dead. I knew they were and so did she but she kept on to the hope. One of the Churches must have found her." She looked down at Abeyance's pale face and swallowed as she looked at her stomach. She took a breathe but it didn't reach her longs and came out more hallow. Everyone was quiet around her as she just looked at the girl who she had once considered a friend and at the wounds that had caused her death and pain that would be uncomprehending. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the cuts and cocked her head to the side squinting. They lines…they weren't just.

"What is it?" Unspoken spoke up, her voice cracking. Broken blinked and looked around for something. Her eyes landed on a brush that leaned against a paint tub. Unspoken saw and handed it to her.

Broken motioned for them to come closer. "What do these lines look like to you?" Everyone shrugged or mumbled 'I don't knows'. Broken looked at Andy. He shrugged and tore his eyes from the mangled abdomen. Broken took the brush and with the blood, and sick stomach, painted over the lines. Each one had maybe an inch between them but she made them see what she did. "Now look." She stepped back and heard gasps and gurgled noises.

"Is that a star?" CC looked at her not understanding.

She nodded. "A pentagon. Or a map." Now Broken understood why someone had addressed it the Prophet. "The note's for me, not Andy." She pointed to a corner of the pentagon then followed the line to another. "This is a route between Churches." She pointed to the corner. "The Church of F.E.A.R., the Church of Failure." Everyone looked stunned at how she could comprehend this but they followed. "Each triangle point is a Church, the two on the sides are out locations." Then it all made sense. Unspoken and Jinxx both agreed making everything almost set in stone. Broken felt the mourning for her friend build and had to excuse herself from the tent. But not alone. Andy followed herself out and stopped her from going far. Broken froze when he brought his arms around her in a light hug.

"This is why you're Prophet." He muttered and pulled away, resting his hands on her shoulders. "You aren't another Sixx, Broken. You belong."

LBVBA: -falls over exhausted- I had to make myself write for Abeyance. But I hope you guys, or girl (General), liked it.