<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll353/JackieD0509/91a648f0-7010-4d4a-9dce-80969cfd3215_zpsrlzdue2s.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">One year prior…</span></span><br/><br/>Avery’s eyes had shuttered. Lights flickering, darkness touching her limbs, heat pulsing at her chest. She struggled. Pushing forward to realize that she was going to die in that moment she could barely understand any of it. Whispers of an ancient language that she was unaware of were said above her body by moving shadows from side to side. Connected hands touched shoulders and crosses were hanging from the dark walls. Moonlight crept in from the scratched and aged glass window at the top right of the room…<br/><br/>The bed that she was tied to, her gowns drenched in sweat from fear and misunderstanding, she wiggled and screamed, trying to get away. She was continued to be hushed. Her eyes fluttered closed and she began to see flashes of fire, flashes of red eyes, and darkness. A darkness so dark started to surround her. As if it were the first time stepping into a cave, a cave without light, a cave without an opening. Fear overwhelmed her senses.<br/><br/>Still…She struggled<br/><br/>Still, she was not able to move.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4080">“Stop moving dear child, you must be still for the process to complete…”</span>The head woman said, her eyes glaring at the woman. A mother yelling to her child for misbehavior, and the feeling of guilt spread over Avery’s limbs. She didn’t want to disappoint, but this was not right…Christians didn’t do this…The pain that seared through her was like a first touch to a stove, short and painful. Learned to never touch it again, but she knew it was going to come another time…<br/><br/>Without another moment, the women screamed out their final words…the entire room went silent…Avery went still. Unconscious, pushed into the back of her mind. Her body physically was shaking, trembling only to rise up into the middle of the room. Her eyes grew black, all of the color that had once taken place was gone there. Her skin began to thicken and her veins were more pronounced. She twisted and turned. Her body broke the bounds that kept her to the bed. Her body bent and folded to the point…Each movement with a painstaking pop. Screams emitted from her throat, but they were not of Avery’s original voice…<br/><br/>They were of something else…<br/><br/>Blood was splattered, organs displayed across the floor. Words of<span style="color: #800040">“I AM BACK”</span>were written in the nun’s blood across the wall. The darkness had seemed lighter now. Avery shook and trembled as she stood in the middle of the disaster when she finally opened her eyes to the sight. Confusion rolled over her? Blood dripped from her lips, her skin was torn and branded in the shapes of crosses. In the back of her head, she could hear screams and echoes of the torture that had happened within the very moments of her going dark.<br/><br/>Tears ran down her face…How could this have happened? She thought…What happened? Her skin felt tender and sore, as if it had been stretched and pulled all over. Her limbs were weak and shaky. Her bare feet were torn from glass spread across the floor.<br/>It was seeing the catastrophe revealed to the woman that at the bottom of her belly, she felt something…it was gratitude…It was power and satisfaction for what had happened…<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Present day…</span></span><br/><br/>Night had its claws around the day, embracing the sun and forcing it down, leaving it all for the darkness to come seeping out of the deep crevices of the sand. Moonlight was dim across all corners of the land. Wind carried over the breeze, some would be shaken from the speed and force, but Avery was to be still. Her sleeves were covered in snot, goo, dirt, and whatever else that she could have gotten from the pens.<br/><br/>In front of her, she stood with the goats. Five of them stood strong and powerful in their pens.<span style="color: #FFFFBF">“Only the best for Kat…”</span>She whispered to herself as she rubbed her face with her hand. Pushing back the sand that was plastered to the front of her forehead, she was tired, grumpy, and annoyed. All the livestock that no one took respect for in this place was beautiful. Plenty of food led to rich meat and powerful stock that the Gods would have loved to have slaughtered for their feasts…But she was not allowed to bring the Mythical gods into this…Her love of literature was still not appreciated around here either.<br/><br/>She sighed and soon heard the man behind her call for a goat.<span style="color: #FFFFBF">“Not another!”</span>She groaned. The man humphed and shrugged his shoulders.<span style="color: #40BFFF">“She wants it, so I need it.”</span>He paused.<span style="color: #40BFFF">“Now.”</span>Avery stood there, taking in all of her Veterinary knowledge that she could. The meat was always bad after she cut into it once the blood was drained.<span style="color: #FFFFBF">“Maybe she could wait? I mean, if we need good meat then we need to drain the blood as I cut it. Not the drain the blood from the jugular… You people…You guys don’t care about anything!”</span>She said and the man came up behind her, grabbing her arm and forcing her back around to face him.<span style="color: #40BFFF"> “You do not speak about Kat that way, or the way things are run around here. Otherwise your job is toast. And you need to get your story straight. She drain's the life source as well. You should pay attention.”</span>She didn’t stutter when she spoke next.<span style="color: #FFFFBF"> “I’m the best person you’ve got for the job, and when the livestock isn’t in great health, she’ll be looking to eat you for her life source.”</span>She rolled her eyes and pushed herself away.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFFBF">“Take the black one. It’s had a limp.”</span>She said.<br/><br/>Once the man took the goat by the horns, the goat began to resist the man as he carried from the rest of them. Avery shook her head, rubbing the back of her head.<span style="color: #FFFFBF">“If only I could give her a rabbit...”</span>She shivered at the thought. She hated rabbits. Filth. She glanced down at her hands. They were always the one that attacked her when she had her black out moments...<br/><br/>Shaking her head, she moved toward the cattle to take a look at them. Checking on the sick ones that were separated from the herd, she gave them their medicine and gave out the feedings for the day. Chickens bocked and hollered as they traveled freely across all of the pens, giving her some entertainment while she gave the heifers their shots. A couple had resisted her and she had to smack them around. None of them hurt her in return.  Knowing that she was taking care of them, most were cooperative. Until the fact that the big man came into the room with the bones from the goat that she had just given him...<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFFBF">“Now, what could we use the bones for?” </span>