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superior’s
death was merciful.”
    “She’ll be dead by the end of the week,” Micah
replied, his Adam’s apple moving in his dark, thick neck as he choked back his
fear.
    “No. By dawn. I want little Anahara dead tonight .
I don’t want any chance of her getting away. We have to strike before They know
we’ve found her.”
    “She’s only a child….”
    “Are you having second thoughts? Do I need to find
someone else? You know what happens to those who don’t pass their probationary
period,” Inac hissed through his teeth. He was done being patient.
    “No, sir. I can do this.” Micah’s unusual olive
green eyes were as large as planets. He didn’t want to die.
    “Then do as I ask and do it now. I don’t care how
young the child is.” As almost an afterthought, he added, “Oh, and make sure
her entire family is gone with her.”
    “But….”
    Between his teeth, Inac threatened, “Are you
questioning me?”
    “No…I…I understand. The child’s entire family…. Do
you have a preference as to how they should die?”
    Inac smiled as he leaned back into his comfortable
black leather office chair, back into the shadows that he embraced so freely. Finally, he would best God. Whatever this child was supposed to do, whatever she had
been prophesied to do, would never come to pass. Inac wouldn’t let Him
have any more soldiers doing His bidding.
    Realizing that Micah was still waiting for him to
tell him how he wanted the girl to die, Inac replied with a smile that mirrored
the smugness in his soul, “Something painful. Something that will make death
merciful. And something that there will be no possibility of surviving from. I
can’t have her live. And neither can you. Your life depends on it….”
     
    …Micah had lied to him. He had told Inac twenty
years ago that his problem was over. He had even shown him pictures he had
taken of the sliced up bodies before setting fire to them and the evidence: an
adult male, an adult female, two young boys, and a three-year-old girl. Anahara
was supposed to be dead. If Micah hadn’t already perished in a car
accident, then Inac would torture and kill him now.
    Other than the unique name that made it obvious that
she was the supposedly deceased child, there was no doubt the girl in the club
had been her …the one prophesied about. Her hair was the color that the
prophecy said it would be—like sunshine and moonlight woven together. A color
he had never before seen in all his travels. It was almost like a mockery from
God Himself showing Inac that he hadn’t stopped Him like he’d been led to
believe. God was showing him with her innocent eyes that she was going to
become the saint he believed she was destined to become.
    Instead of heading home, he went to the Los Angeles
headquarters of the secret society he had founded almost five thousand years
ago. There he had access to all sorts of documents, including secret government
ones. If he could find any information about Anahara and how she had survived,
it would be in here.
    “Hello, sir,” the unimportant guard stated from
where he stood at attention when Inac walked in.
    “Hmph,” was all Inac said.
    “Can I help you with anything?”
    “No,” Inac replied as he walked into his office,
slamming the door behind him so the guard would know that he didn’t want to be
disturbed.
    Inac searched everything, looking for information on
the girl, but it was difficult to come by. Obviously someone didn’t want him to
find her. He slammed a fist on the desk, cursing The Order for actually being
able to trick him for the past twenty years. He felt like a fool.
    But if he hadn’t seen Anahara’s body, then whose was
it? It was definitely a picture of a child the exact size and coloring as she
would have been….
    After hours of searching, it finally became
fruitful. The girl had grown up in a Catholic-run orphanage back East. Other
than that, he could only find her school transcripts. The Order had done