Okay, chapter 5 up. This whole chapter is a flashback. We get a glimpse of what Megg was like before she began killing and getting hundreds of followers.
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Chapter Five-Memories (I)
A beautiful spring day. A young, seventeen year-old girl sat on the grass, meditating. Even though she was obviously in a deep trance, her eyes were wide open. They were green like jade and had flecks of yellow near the pupil. Light circles rested under her eyes and a cluster of freckles laid on the small kink in the middle of her nose. Her elbow length, straight, dark blonde hair could easily bee mistaken for dark brown. Her fingers were long and boyish and the ends of her nails were short and crumbling from the dry mountain air. Her ears were round and human and a small bit of baby fat still clung under her chin, giving her face a pleasantly round appearance. Her lips were dry and cracked in some places and were the color of dried, pink poinsettias. Her hips were wide, but slightly long and sung her waist only an inch or two inward before swinging back out to her full breasts. Her legs were long and unshaven, but the hairs were think and blonde, so being unshaven made little difference.
Megg closed her eyes and meditated more deeply, but a voice interrupted her concentration.
"Maggie! Will you come here for a minute?" A motherly voice called out.
Megg irritably opened her eyes and stood up. Her poise was tall, but slightly sloughed, as if she were proud but brokenhearted.
She entered the house and into their living room. Her mother was there along with two other women she did not know.
Her mother had olive green eyes and dark, graying hair. Her skin was naturally tan and her bone structure was clearly Native American.
"Maggie, these women are here to see you." The women stood up from the couch and held out their hands, expecting a friendly handshake. Megg winced; they were holding bibles.
Without even brushing the womens' fingertips, Megg turned to her mother. "Why do you keep doing this?" She asked angrily. "I'm happy the way I am, why do you keep trying to convert me back to monotheism!"
Her mother looked at Megg wearily. "Honey, I'm just trying to look out for you and your soul."
Megg grimaced. "Well, stop it! What happens to my spirit is my responsibility, not yours! Let me be! I'm sick of this!"
Megg stormed out of the house and down the street, running at first, but was forced to stop when her asthma caught up with her. She yanked her inhaler out from the pocket of her jeans and breathed deeply the required two breaths. She stared at the white object spitefully.
"I hate you too." She mumbled to the inanimate object before shoving it back in her pocket. She straightened and continued to walk down the street.
After walking about five blocks, Megg turned and walked through the forest until she met the river. She sat on a patch of dandelions, pulled an object out from beneath the nearby bush and stared at it carelessly, thinking.
Why couldn't people accept her for who she was? She was tired of people throwing things at her and calling her names. Those people were responsible for the immense hatred that welled up inside her. She hadn't had any real friends since her freshman year in high school.
She knew one day her hatred would explode like that of an atomic bomb and the entire world would feel her wrath. She wasn't sue how she knew it, but she did. They would pay for the pain and suffering they had caused her and her ancestors millennia ago. Yes, they would pay.
She shoved the dark thoughts out of her mind and focused instead on the object in her hands. It was the Fierce Deity mask. She had found it a few months ago and had to keep it hidden away from her house for safekeeping. Imagine what everyone would think if she let them see it was real! She hadn't dared try it on; she knew what was sealed within it. If only she knew some way to release and subdue it.
She closed her eyes and began meditating again, focusing her energy on the mask. The minutes ticked away quickly and soon a whole hour had passed by. The ancient mask felt hot in her hands and she stopped meditating to look at it curiously. As soon as he opened her eyes, however, there was a blinding flash of silver light and she felt the mask explode in her hands…
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