In the fuzzy grayness that is every-day life, Fear made sure that she kept everything even and smooth. None of the others understood her, and chastised her for her iron-fisted ways, but she knew that she was the one that kept the Vessel safe. She was the one that made sure the Vessel kept going. She was the driving force behind the Vessel’s ability to keep breathing after the Incident. Fear had used everything in her arsenal to make sure all were focused on the most important things: the survival of the Vessel and The Children. She believed she was the guardian of the Vessel and, by association, responsible for the actions of her counterparts who inhabited the Children. Sometimes Fear spoke to them through the Vessel, subtly, just to make sure everyone was on the same page and that things kept running smoothly, calmly…quietly. It was a lot of responsibility, but she could handle it.
Of all the entities who inhabited the Vessel, Fear was the one to step up and take charge the day everything fell apart. Most of the others couldn’t have done what she did to pull the Vessel and all she contained back together when everything was complete Bedlam. While Anger, Fortitude and Righteous Indignation did a lot of the heavy lifting in those first days and weeks, Fear came out on top as the one who could foresee disaster and create endless plans for damage control. Everyone began to consult her on what they should do next…everyone that was still lucid, that is. Now she was the de facto leader, and she liked it that way.
Hope had been one of the biggest casualties. Not only was she physically debilitated, but she’d actually gone around the bend a little after the shock of it all. For quite a while after the Incident, she’d had to be restrained after having picked a fight with Despair and got her ass handed to her. She wasn’t one to lie down and just take it, so Fear had her kept half sedated, just to keep the peace. Hope was needed to keep things moving forward, but keeping her doped up helped to make sure she didn’t get a foothold in leadership. They all knew what happened when Hope roamed free, and nobody wanted that to happen again.
Faith and Romantic Love were right up there on the damage meter, and both had fallen instantly catatonic so didn’t present much of a security issue. Now they were just in an endless sleep. They spoke sometimes, but mostly in just incomprehensible mumbles. Reports said that they were now moving their limbs around a little too, which was something to look into. Perhaps a little anesthesia might be called for, just so they didn’t wake up and disturb the peace Fear had worked so hard to achieve.
Mirth had her uses…she’d been a big help to bring everyone back to center, so Fear put a lot of time and effort into making sure she recovered fully. She’d ended up being Fear’s best balancing tool and, quite frankly, had become quite a good ally and friend. The rest of them had their uses too, though most of them had to be kept semi-sedated. It was just easier that way.
In the last few years, there’d been a lot of highs and lows, but she’d managed to keep the damage to a minimum and do her part to keep things going. Fear was the enforcer, the guardian, the strong-arm that kept the others from getting out of control.
That is, until Hope busted Want and Need out of Containment. Damn her…she was more trouble than she was worth.
~To be continued~
