Noon came faster then I expected. I didn't expect to sleep as long as I did but, before I knew it, men were barging into my cell and dragging me out.

"What the hell? Why are you people so barbaric?" I growl. It was quite the rude awakening, and I did not appreciate it.

"It's time for your next trial miss. The judge wants you there on time. He doesn't like to be kept waiting, and if he is waiting long, it will be our heads on the chopping block next."

I stumble to my feet and allow them to cuff me with those same iron cuffs I was used too.

Reciting the lords' prayer didn't sound too complicated. Perhaps this would help prove her innocence.

Naturally, the two guards paraded me into, and through, the busiest part of town. Everyone stopped and stared, some shouted, some even threw things like tomatoes and other vegetables. The guards did absolutely nothing to prevent anything from hitting me.

"Witch!"

"Devil woman!"

"Filthy whore! Burn in hell like the rest of 'em!"

I could almost feel tears welling up behind my eyes. It hurt hearing those people, who I've known all my life, call me those things. I had hoped that they would know I wasn't a witch but everyone is so taken with fear of the devil, that they believe anything the minister or the judge say.

I was lead into a small building that everyone knew as the town hall. It had rarely been used before the witch craze began. Previously, we only used it for short town meetings usually consisting of the crop count and such. Now, it was used to hold the minor trials like the one I was about to endure.

The guards lead me to the center of the room. People from the village were seated around me, all quiet as the dead. It was a nice change from outside but at the same time, eerie.

Robert, of course, was seated on a stand in the far back of the room. He directly faced me.

"Kathryn, today you will be reciting the lords' prayer. If you falter, stutter, misquote it, or recite it backward, it will be further seen as more proof to your current accusation of being a witch. Do you understand me?"

"Yes judge, I understand you."

"Good, place the rosary around her neck and then, Kathryn, you may begin."

Robert had a grin I had not seen on him yet. It seemed more sinister than his usual smirk, and it sent a chill down my spine.

One man walks over with the rosary in hand and proceeds to place it around my neck. As soon as the cross touches the exposed flesh of my chest, I howl in pain. It burned. It burned, unlike anything I've ever felt before.

"What did you do to it?!" I scream. "What did you put on it!"

"Absolutely nothing my dear, why would I tamper with such a holy instrument?" His seemed to frown as if I had pained him by accusing him.

I begin to writhe as if trying to escape the pain coming from around my neck.

"Miss Kathryn, begin reciting the lords' prayer please."

The crowd around me were whispering to each other. Some of the other women gasped and covered their mouths. I didn't understand what was happening to me and I was sure this looked terrifying to those around me.

"Our l-lord..." I started. I had to at least try. I had to at least try and prove that I'm not a witch. "Which art in heaven..." I cough, feeling the same burning sensation crawl up my throat as if the very words I was speaking were poison. "Hallowed be... thy name." Another cough, this time with blood. Only this blood wasn't red. It was blacker than the night sky.

I begin to cry. The pain was too great. Tears fell down my cheeks. "T-Thy kingdom c-come..." I gasp, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. "On earth... On e-earth..."

"Can you continue Miss Kathryn?"

"O-On earth as..."

"Take the rosary off of her. It is all to clear what she is now."

The same man walks over and removes the rosary from my neck. As soon as it was gone, I felt immediate relief. My throat cleared, my vision was no longer altered, everything seemed to be okay. Everything except for the cross-shaped burn in the center of my chest.

I take a look at the crowd around me. All were pale and wide-eyed with fear. Some were even vomiting.

Black blood dripped from my chin and into my lap. I looked down and immediately began to cry again. I was a monster. Why did this happen? Why does it pain me to even speak holy words? Maybe I really am supposed to be dead.

"Get her out of here and throw her back in that cell. I don't want to see her unholy face anymore."

As the two guards lift me up and lead me to the exits, I hear the whispers of those around me.

"I didn't fully believe she was a witch at first... But now, I'm entirely sure.

I don't quite remember the rest of the trip to my cell. I don't want to remember it.

Sitting in my cell, I cry softly, feeling utterly hopeless.

"Miss Kathryn? Have you forgotten about me already?"

I look up, hearing the familiar voice from the night prior.

"Miss Kathryn, you will not suffer for much longer. I give you my word that I will get you out of here."

"Don't feed me such lies!" I spat. "This is whats meant to happen. This is gods plan for me. I'm a monster... I deserve to die."

"Kathryn... you are not a monster. What happened to you is not gods will. Your escape, however, is." The man appears in front of her cell, and he was smiling kindly.

"Who are you?..." I ask.

"My name is Roman Archman, and I am a hunter of the supernatural.