Chapter 10
{Warning, in case it was unclear before this is where you'll find out why I rated this M for mature.}
Molly and her mother spent Wednesday afternoon shopping for a dress with her mother. Molly was 13, her junior highschool was having a dance on Friday, and a cute boy had asked her to be his date. Her mother was happy for Molly. It was hard for her to imagine Molly with boys, but that was the natural order of things. As a mother she would always be nervous about danger, especially with that creepy devil-worshipper being released. But that was in California, Molly and her mother were in Chicago. The danger was far enough away, or so they thought. As they walked out of the dress shop a young woman named Dana called for Molly. Molly and her mother turned around, and Dana shot Molly three times in the chest. As Dana fled others called 911. As Molly lay dying her mother tried comforting her. The last words Molly heard were her mother's. As Dana escaped she thought about her mision. Doing these things, murdering children, sometimes bothered her. But Dana felt this had to be done. Dana served her god, and his will had to be done. As her mentor had taught her, this was true faith.