Prologue: Failure
The wind was cool on Claire's face as she slowly headed up the mountain. With her, she had a bag. A black bag, a heavy bag. Claire's sweat was running down her face, and the tears mixed in, making her face salty. She heaved the bag up the mountain, and stopped when she got to the edge. She took a deep breath, and a long drink of water. "Heh." Claire thought, "piece of cake." Claire sat down on the edge of the mountain, slowly recovering from the long hike up here. Suddenly, she heard something move inside. She gasped, and got behind it. She tried to push it, but, it was too heavy for a tiny girl like her, and didn't have the energy to push it over the edge.
Claire saw a hand emerge slowly from out of the bag, and she knew she needed to run.
Claire was running out of breath, and fast. There was no hiding out here, and she knew it. There was no open path in the trees, and the moonlight shone on her hair, making it highly beautiful, and extremely noticeable. She could hear it getting closer, and closer, and she knew what she needed to do. Claire pulled out a smoke bomb, and turned the other direction, towards her farm.
She ran as fast as she could, but it was faster. It pounced on her, just as she reached the entrance of her farm. Claire screamed and screamed, but, no one could hear her, and they both knew it. "Hush little Claire," the man that was in the bag said, "your little 'plan' obviously didn't work." The man smiled, his nose bleeding down his smiling face. He laughed an evil laugh, and smirked, "I might spare you, but, it'll cost you... Now beg." Claire started to whimper, she looked so frail for someone who had tried to kill the man. "Please, Skye..." Claire whimpered, "Please don't..." Skye took Claire's wrist and twisted it, so that she fell to her knees, crying out in pain. Claire attempted to break away, but, he had a firm grip on her, and wasn't about to let go.
Skye smiled even wider. "Ha!" Skye laughed, "that's a laugh." Skye took hold of Claire firmly and turned her around to face the house. "You see that house?" Skye said quietly, but so darkly it was almost evil, "Didn't I beg for my life, right there on that spot!? And, didn't you try to deny me the right? Yes, look at what you've done Claire!" Skye laughed. He knelt down, and put his head over her shoulder, rubbing his face against hers. He ripped off her shirt, and pulled her pants down, in one swift motion. "But, your life can be spared Claire. All you have to do, is everything I want you to. Now unbuckle my pants..."
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Five Years Later-
It was a cold winter day, and Claire was sitting by the fireplace. It warmed up her body, but, inside she felt so cold. Tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered that moment. At that moment, she had been raped over and over again, until the morning came. Gotz had found her passed out cold, and immediately ran her to the doctor's office. It was no suprise to Claire that they all knew what had happened. A few months later, she had gotten sick. She went to the Doctor's Clinic again just to be diagnosed with pregnancy. She looked over at the tiny little crib as a reminder of what Skye had done. Tears were now pouring from her eyes, and she ran. She ran up to the mountain, and she sat down as she reached the edge. There was a terrible snowstorm going on, and she was sitting right in the middle of it. The winds blew around her, tipping her every which way. But, oblivious to the cold, she tried to remember back to when it all started.