A spherical gastric ball of flames arose from mountains in which bathed in the sun's mixture. Catty gently hugged her knees and cared not for her non- expeditious life. Moments to spare, she would be 17, in a matter of minutes.

"Momma what's happening?" Catty screeched closing her eyes tightly. "I'm not your mother Catty, I'm Maggie, I want to show you something," she said grinning.

Her face twisted and sculpted to a horrifying murder mask. Catty tried to run from her in a tunnel with no walls and no end, yet Maggie reached for her arm, etching her dagger nails into Catty's bicep. She flailed away grabbing the wound. Blood dribbled down her arm.

A scream echoed in the night.

Panting, Catty swiped her forehead. Her eyes widened as she fumbled for a light. Rubbing her eyes, she looked at the alarm clock silently ticking in her mind.

"Midnight, full moon, I cant decide Maggie, help me," she whispered.

Catty took in a sharp breath and re-enforced her chest as she felt as though someone has just thrusted a sword into her chest and through her spine. She winced, falling to a hand and knees. She thought this pain was fake, but the blood engulfing her hand as she slid across the floor to her bedroom door proved her wrong.

To Be Cont. In Chapter 1