September 15th, 1987, Gatlinburg, Tennessee, 8:57 pm
An old dark oak rigid church lays still from an on coming thunderstorm. The windows were broken from years of rocks being thrown at it. The silver paint on the handles of the front doors washes away from the weather and time. Feverishly awaits for the event that is bound to happen inside. Harboring the cloaked as they began to ready for one of their rituals. Begging to all supernatural beings to grant them in what they have wished for...
A red and almost totaled 1986 sports car rolls up to the dark oak church as it comes to a complete stop. 2 doors opened as a small family of 5 gets out of it. The father walks over to his wife as he lays a hand onto her back as he looks down to see his oldest sons walk up next to him as his daughter who shook in fear.
The father gets down onto his knee after removing his hand from his wife's back. Feeling the eyes of his family lay onto him and his young daughter.
"Pourquoi dois-je aller jusqu'au bout avec ce papa?" (Why do I have to go through with this papa?) the young girl speaks in a scared and frightened tone. Her small pale arms were wrapped around a pink stuffed bunny as she felt tears about to roll down her cheeks. Her black cloak hangs down from her sides as it was moved from the young girl holding onto her stuffed bunny for protection.
Her father puts a hand onto the young girl's light, long, and wavy brown hair, "Parce que c'est votre temps de passer l'épreuve pour voir si vous réussissez ou non." (Because this is your time to go through the test to see if you pass or not.) His voice was monotone.
For knowing what the response would be, the daughter begins to cry, "Mais aucun des autres enfants de mon âge n'a passé cette fois, qu'est-ce qui me rend différent?" (But none of the other kids my age passed this time, what makes me any different?)
"Taisez-vous! Espèce de petit gosse irrespectueux! Tu vas passer ce test ou alors aide-moi, Flavie!" (Shut up! You disrespectful little brat! You will go through that test or so help me, Flavie!) Her mother shouted at her daughter. Not carrying if she hears her cries or not.
Flavie whimpers as her cries were silent. She didn't dare make a peep as her brothers were silent. Sadness over loomed them as for they knew that they were scared for their sister's life.
A man with a dark blue hood from the cloak that hanged over his head opened up the church door as he speaks in hushed tone, "Flavie Macquil?"
The father gets onto his feet and grabs his daughter's arm roughly and brings her over to the hooded man. Not caring if he has forced her to drop her stuffed bunny or not. "She is here." Flavie's father speaks in an almost broken English voice.
"Thank you, Mr. Macquil." The hooded man grabs onto Flavie's arm and rushes her inside of the old church.
Flavie turns her head to see that her family were putting on their black hoods and following the hooded man, but staying as far back as they possibly could. They practiced this before and waited for this day to come...
The hooded man walks down the aisle with the young girl in hand as many black hooded people watched the duo walk up to the altar. The dying almost molded oak wooded flooring below them squeaked from the rush that the hooded man and Flavie were making. The rows of dark faded blue cushioned benches with books in pouches before them, fading away with time, went by with a quick speed.
Flavie felt scared and fear engulfing her entire being as she felt the hooded man let go of her as she was soon grabbed again by even more hooded men and brought her close to a stone table that has been marked by the blood of many children before her who didn't survive. Flavie felt the hooded men strip down the cloak and the white long sleeved ruffled dress off of her body as they began to paint her body with blood of the deceased children. She felt the coldness of the blood and how it dripped down her sides, arms, face, and legs. The uncomfortable feeling she is starting to grasp upon as she soon feels the white cloak engulfing her body as she is led onto the table. She turns her head to see her brothers looking at her with sadness as for the fear of never seeing her again. Her mother and father remained emotionless for not caring if she is going to die or not.
Flavie turns her head away and looks at the table before her. It was cold and has the feeling of murder on it. Reeling her name in the tainted dried blood. Flavie's icy blue eyes glares down at the dried stains as she gets onto the table and lies down on her back. Feeling the hooded men's hands cover up her entire body as she looks at the man who brought her inside in the first place. He was looking at her with his green eyes before looking away. It was visible to her to see his eyes because of the candles that are being lit from red hooded women as the sky becomes darker. She can feel the cold air enter through the broken windows that hasn't been seen when she has arrived. Nothing could make her feel even more unsafe as she hears the hooded man say, "Mr. Macquil has brought forth his youngest child today for the sacrifice!"
The entire room chanted, "Ndiyabulela kuba umnikelo, Umnu Mcquail!" (Thank you for the offering, Mr. Macquil!)
The hooded man lays his eyes on Flavie's father as he says, "Do you have any last words for your daughter, Mr. Macquil?"
Flavie's father gazes upon Flavie as he speaks in his monotone voice, "Ne me déçois pas, Flavie." (Don't disappoint me, Flavie.)
Flavie felt his words struck her heart as she doesn't say a word back. She knew that this might not work or she might end up being permanently destroyed mentally and physically.
Her brothers didn't say a word as for her mother. Her mother spoke such harsh words, "Si vous survivez à cela, vous dormirez dans le hangar! Vous putain de gosse!" (If you survive this, you will be sleeping in the shed! You fucking brat!)
Flavie felt tears go down her cheeks as she closes her eyes and hears the chants of the hooded people as they begin chant. She tries to block out their words as normally every child would accept their fate, but she didn't want that. She remembered watching every child that has lied down on this stone table and accept what happened to them until they realized that they weren't going to make it. She felt her hands shake and her legs twitch. She notices a green hooded child walk up to her as they were holding 2 cups.
The first cup was filled with red wine as the other cup was filled with white liquids that no one can describe. The hooded child places the 2 cups onto the table as the child begins to step backwards for another green hooded child walk before Flavie. Holding up a knife.
The hooded child speaks, "Repeat after me."
Flavie nods without saying a word.
The hooded child begins to speak, "With these 2 cups."
"W-With these 2 cups." Flavie sheepishly repeats.
"I will drink for my fellow brothers and sisters."
"I... I will drink for my fellow brothers and sisters."
"For when my time of virtue has come forth."
"For when my time of virtue has come forth..."
"I will let my soul become one with the white and red."
"I will let my soul..." She notices the men remove their hands from her body as one of the hooded men covers up her body with the white cloak. She looks back at the hooded child and finishes, "I will let my soul become one with the white and... red..."
The hooded child forcefully grabs onto Flavie's left hand and cuts into her hand; making a magic circle carving into her skin. The hooded child removes the knife and dips it into the cup filled with the white liquid, "For with the white and red."
Flavie bites into her lower lip while she felt the knife carving onto her hand. She hears the next piece for which she has to speak. She takes in a deep breath, "F-For with the white and red." More tears go down her cheeks. She has begun to notice that she hasn't stopped crying since she left the car.
The hooded child takes the knife out of the cup and places it down next to Flavie then picks up the cup filled with the white liquid being mixed in with her blood, "I shall drink the white mixed with my blood."
"I shall drink the white mixed with my blood."
The hooded child motions Flavie to sit up.
Flavie shakily sits up as she takes the cup that has been extended out to her. She looks down into it as she begins to feel something that she can't describe for her imagination isn't working.
The hooded child says in a monotone voice, "Now I shall drink this sacred beverage."
"Now I shall drink this sacred beverage..." Flavie begins to drink the white liquid mixed with her blood. She felt the strong taste from the white liquid going down her throat. The white liquids begin to melt her insides as Flavie stops drinking the white liquid mixed in with her blood. She hands the cup over to the hooded child.
The hooded child hands the cup over to the other green hooded child and picks up the cup filled with red wine, "With this red drink, I shall wash the burning away."
Flavie coughs before repeating, "W-With this red..." Her head begins to lighten as she soon feels herself about to throw up. She remembers the other kids not really doing this, but rather just throwing up after drinking the white liquids, "With this red drink, I shall wash the burning away." She grabs onto the cup filled with red wine and begins to drink it. It was cold, but it was washing away the burning sensation inside of her. It felt nice no longer feeling the burning anymore.
Flavie stops drinking the cold red wine and hands it over to the hooded child. Watching both green hooded children both say, "Now I shall welcome the Witch's Curse."
Flavie swallows down whatever was left in her throat and says perfectly fine. No longer feeling herself needing to cry, "Now I shall welcome the Witch's Curse." Her voice was becoming darken as she lies back down onto the table. Looking up at the ceiling. Noticing the world beginning to spin as she closes her eyes. Hearing the chants continue on as she feels sleep overcome her.
The hooded man stops chanting and walks over to the young girl who lays still on the table. He notices that her skin was turning pale. He puts his right pointer finger onto her throat and a pointer finger onto her stomach. He begins to say, "اس بچے! اوہ عظیم میں سے ایک!" (Take this child! Oh great one!)
Flavie opens up her eyes. Her icy blue eyes became pale as she turns her head towards the hooded man, "Peter Gulin."
Peter stops chanting as he looks down at the young girl below him. Not knowing how she found out about his name for he never mentioned it before. Not to her father, mother, or anyone in the church other than the red hooded women. He speaks in a hushed voice, "H-How do you know my name...?"
Flavie sits up as Peter backs up from the table. She felt his fingers get off of her body as she watches him back up into a lit candle. The hood that has been left on her head fell backwards, revealing Flavie's hair turning white. White with snow and innocence taken away. Her lips turned charcoal black and her eyelids turned dark grey. She moves her legs over the edge of the table. Blood from the deceased children begins to disappear after each drip. The knife that stayed on the table hit against her leg, turning the blade rustic.
Peter backs up into the candle and feels the stand that holds the candle on it fall onto him. Engulfing his body into a big flame. He begins to scream out in pain as he runs past the hooded women and children.
Everyone who was seated in the benches begin to stand as they tried to leave the church including Flavie's family.
Flavie watches everyone panic in fear as they didn't expect her to survive nor the main leader to be caught on fire. She holds out her hand and the doors were closed shut. Cutting off some people's heads, arms, legs, or half of their torsos. She jumps down off of the table and begins to say, "Au revoir mère, père, frères, et tout le monde dans cet endroit de merde!" (Goodbye mother, father, brothers, and everyone in this shithole place!)
The thunder from outside closes out the on coming screams as blood pours out of the broken windows. Flying out into the oncoming storm...