I’ve had nightmares about that night before, but it’s been a
while and this one was different. I was on the altar, begging Father Brien and
the others to stop. I became aware of another person- someone who wasn’t there
that night. I couldn’t make out any features, but he was encouraging the others;
yelling that sacrifice was needed for safety. My arms and legs were suddenly
being pulled in different directions by some invisible force. Then I saw more new
faces around me, they were the ones Osprey sent to attack me before. They prayed
along with the others as my limbs stretched and broke and ripped until they
only held on by small threads of skin. Everything went quiet, even though I
screamed. Whatever was tearing me apart finally let go. My body sat up, even
though I didn’t want it to. It hurt so much. No one seemed to notice me leaving
the altar. I could feel my broken bones scraping against each other, pulling at
the threads as I stood there. Then I woke up
