Sister Jude traced around the little girl like a predator circling her pray, her featured tighten as she became more disgusted at the little girl every time she traced around her. "Your farther doesn't want you... And frankly neither do I." Jude spat at the little girl. But she just sat there, cross legged on the floor. Yesterday morning this little girl fell victim to her farther experiments, her farther cut her head open to removed parts of her mind – he wanted to make her smarter but removing the 'dreamer' in her, but he only enhanced it. "Your daddy says you live away from the world that god created." Jude's voice raised on the word 'God' but the little girl wasn't listening. Jude gripped her hair like she would grip a wrist and brought her other hand up and sliced through her golden locks. "If you're going to be a sinner... You must look like on." Jude gripped more of the child's hair and sliced it off. "Sister Mary!" Jude cried as she gracefully placed the knife back down on her cabinet. As Sister Mary entered she was startled by the girl, Jude chuckled Mary's reaction. "Now Sister, I rather like it." Jude spoke as she made her way back to the little and began stroking her hair, almost trying to make it look neater. "But Sister.. her eyes." Mary spoke, she starred in to the child's eyes. There was nothing, totally nothing. No pain, sadness, happiness, fear.. just complete quiet – and it scared Sister Mary. "Mary!" Jude snapped as Mary turned her attention to her. "Take her to her cell... " Mary seemed scared to touch her as she gripped her arm, the girl didn't even look at Mary. Jude sat back down at her desk, not giving the girl another glance as she began writing.

Bethany Patter.

14 years of age.

Doesn't response to contact.

Attacks people with no intention.

Sinner...sinner...sinner...SINNER. She Must be punished.

"...She will be punished."

3 Years Later - 1964

"She's keeps asking me how I feel, how this made me feel and how that made me feel." That bitch, can't she understand me? Can't she just leave me alone. "Beth.. I'm trying to help you." The blonde bitch spoke, that innocent Sister Mary. "My name is Spartacus!" I cried as a pushed myself from my bed, my extra strength was given to me by powerful bed, as I landed on top of the blonde devil – she yelped. "My daddy told me about that film.." I said as I run my fingertips her perfect skin. "You want to know how it made me feel?.. How about I rape you right here and then ask you how it felt?" Perfect water drops feel from her feared eyes, we couldn't have that. I stuck my tonge out to wipe away her tears from her face, like a lioness cleaning her cubs – "BETHANY!" I turned my head. "The devil..." I whisper as I stood off of sister Mary, I feel to my knee.. "Smite me dear devil.. I pray to thee..smite me."

"No change Sister Mary?" The evil spirit spoke.

"..N-No...Sister Jude, she still believes she was raped..A-Another encounter last night in fact.." Mary coward over to her leader. They think I'm lying. They always thing I'm lying.. But it did happen, I'm not crazy. Jude looked over to me and just shook her head. I hanged my head in shame as my own water droplets feel from my face, I placed my palm on the floor and clawed them along the stone prison. BANG. One whip on back. Nothing. BANG. Two whips on my back. Nothing. BANG. BANG. BANG. Nothing. I felt the clod hand on the devil on chin but ... I didn't see anything. All I saw was a dinner table, with thanks giving dinner on it – my father's head as the pig roast. All my friends are there .. "She's gone.." There was a faint voice in the background but I was too busy opening my father's head. "Not nice is it daddy?" I said as I placed a piece of his brain on my plate.