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Isaac and Crow were almost at the Church. Crow followed Isaac slowly, thinking of her brother, Gabriel. Gabriel was a full demon boy and never got along with the adults in his town. He decided to take his rage out on the old lady next door by murdering her.

She never minded the bloodshed and murder, but when he asked her to commit a murder, she refused. Gabriel got upset and vowed forever hatred upon those above their 19th year. He deemed them as unholy blasphemers against Satan and should be done away with.

After the fire that disintegrated their parents, Gabriel was never seen by Crow again. To this day, she still wondered about her long lost brother who vanished after the blaze.

Crow stopped remembering for a moment and listen to Isaac's incessant droning.

"…and that's when I first realized the power of He Who Walks Behind the Rows," He concluded. He looked up at Crow and grinned with a somewhat maniacal way. Crow stared into space, looking out for this Church.

"Hey, where's this Church of yours anyway?" Crow asked finally, still staring into space. He took a minute to answer.

"Just follow, do not question. We are close." Isaac spoke the truth. Just around the corner was the old and decrepit Church which was draped and covered in aged corn stalks.

Crow's eyes opened wide as she saw two boys about the age of thirteen open the doors of the Church for them. Isaac led her inside the Church. The boys closed the doors after Crow and Isaac had arrived in the Church.

Isaac walked toward a podium in the front of the old benches. Crow sat down upon the second bench before the podium. The only other people that were here were those two boys, but they left in a hurry.

"So tell me your name, child," Isaac asked without even looking at Crow. He was lighting the candles that were accidentally blown out.

"I am Crow Backwoods. You must be Isaac…" Crow replied quickly, viewing the inside of the Church.

"Correct, my child. So, are you ready for your ceremonial initiation?" Isaac mumbled, still lighting candles.

"For what?"

"To become a follower of He Who Walks Behind the Rows and a member of our humble group," Isaac answered, jerking his head around to face Crow.

"Who in the name of hell is He Who Walks Behind the Rows?! Jesus Christ, this is like the fifth time I've heard that name today!" Crow yelled. Her voice echoed through the Church. Isaac turned his head back to the candles and lit the final one "Yo, I'm talking to you!"

"He…is our savior…the one true lord. Now he shall be your lord too," he replied after taking his time to think. He snatched a nearby pocket knife and opened it, showing the illuminated blade.

"W-what are you gonna do to me?" Crow stammered, gulping up a heap of phlegm caught in her throat. Isaac smiled with slight wickedness as he walked toward her, carrying the exposed pocket knife.

Crow just sat on the bench, trembling in a somewhat mixed feeling of fear and hate. Isaac drew closer, grasping the knife even harder. Crow suddenly went calm and decided to accept the fate which she was about to endure.

"Hold out your hand," Isaac said calmly. Crow did as told and raised her hand from the bench. He quickly grabbed her hand tightly and drew the knife toward her palm.

Swiftly, Isaac slit Crow's palm with the knife. Blood rushed out, leaking onto the floor. Crow let out a cry of pain.

Isaac then slit his own palm, also leaking out large amounts of blood. Still grasping Crow's hand, Isaac began to whisper some sort of ritual or chant.

"He Who Walks Behind the Rows, give us thy word! Make us as one!" Isaac grasped onto Crow's hand even harder as one of the candles he had lit blew out. He dragged her bleeding hand to his own.

"WE ARE ONE! WE ARE ONE! WE ARE ONE!" He chanted countless times, making his voice echo through the empty Church.

Crow began to shiver fiercely with a weird vibe. Her whole body felt like electrical surges had just struck her.

Isaac's chanting became louder and seemed to bellow deeply within his chipmunk-like voice. His eyes began to glow with a tint of red as he looked Crow straight in the eyes.

She began to feel searing pain coursing through her veins. She grunted in agony and held her side. Tears rolled down her cheeks, frantically. Blood dripped from her lips as she let out a scream of fear and drastic twinge. Suddenly then, she collapsed onto the floor and fell into a state of unconsciousness.

Further into the future, Ezra gathered his children into the deserted Gatlin cornfield. Kids from all around Nebraska made their way to Gatlin, sitting in a random order around the clearing of the cornfield.

Ezra held a cross of corn up into the sky; kids stared at it in a strange awe. They sat carelessly around in the clearing center, watching Ezra begin his oration.

"Welcome, my children, to yet another sermon. Today, my speech will be foretold of a new leader who shall arise from the corn. This new leader, unlike the other past leaders before me, is a female." Ezra halted for a moment and listened to the petrified gasps of the children. Their stunned faces lit up the clearing with a strange apprehensiveness toward the conclusion of the speech.

"Yes, it is true. I tell no lies but only what he enlightens me of. This feminine child is foretold as our messiah. The leader of us, the children of Gatlin, will rise forward as flesh and blood. We must prepare for his arrival and crush this false lord to the very bone! Praise God, Praise the Lord! Praise God, Praise the Lord…" Ezra chanted with a glint of wrath in his eyes. The other children chanted along.

"Praise God, Praise the Lord! Praise God, Praise the Lord! Praise God, Praise the Lord!" The children continued chanting while raising their weaponry above their heads. Ezra raised his cross in the air and let out a devious grin.

Crow started to open her eyes. She was covered in blood and sweat. She lay in a glistening pool of blood, baffled and nearly passed out. She drowned in her musings. The whole Earth stay still for a moment.

Crow's mind wandered bitterly of Isaac. What had he done to her? She covertly thought of ways to make him pay. Unfortunately, she had no clue what he had done to her. All she could remember was a appalling pain that coursed through her body. She also remembered that Isaac only slit her palm which would cause her slight damage.

"That damn leprechaun! I'll teach that midget to mess with Crow Backwoods!" she thought furiously, trying to keep herself contained. She remembered a time when she was angered to the point of destroying a coffee shop in Hemingford (You don't want to know).

Distraught and violated, Crow slowly started to lift herself up. The room was dark and no one was in sight. Isaac most likely left to fulfill other chores. Crow had felt deceived and betrayed by her brother in the beginning but now it is Isaac who had swindled her.

Rage rushed through her, feeling the same way she did when she obliterated the coffee shop. Then, a footstep was heard. Crow suddenly froze and shut her eyes. She caught sight of a diminutive wraith-like figure slowly strolling across the church. Her slight Sciophobia made her tremble as she waited with caution of what the shape would do.

The reluctant shadow stopped for a moment. It paused in its place and stood to the left of Crow like a statue. The silhouette began to grouse and carp to itself. The shadow began to slowly reveal itself.

A little boy appeared from the confounding shadow.

This small child, quaint and youthful, was Job. Along with him, another shadow appeared through the opened church doors. This second figure also started to form and expose a small girl known as Sarah, Job's sister. Job sat down by Crow, who at this point began to lie entirely motionless.

Sarah, clutching a first-aid kit, kneeled beside Job. The two children had an awkward look on their face.

"Joby, is she okay?" Sarah whispered cautiously, changing her awkward visage to one of fret and bother.

"Not sure, sis. Let me check her pulse," Job murmured as he reached for Crow's bloody wrist. She still lay completely immobilized. Job yelped a short cry of disgust while checking the young girl's pulse.

Job reached inside the confines of the first-aid kit and drew out a large roll of gauze and a small container of yellow fluid. His sister also hoisted an item from the kit. It was no medical object but a fluffy, one-eyed stuffed animal that resembled a rabbit. She cuddled securely in her arms and gave a quick, meek smile of comfort.

That smile.

That single innocent smile made Crow begin to feel safe in Gatlin. "Perhaps these kids are the only angelic children that are actually willing to help," she mused to herself with solitude. She, herself, managed to produce a smile of her own. But then, another thought burst in her brain.

"Wait a minute…Maybe these kids are pawns and are out to kill me. No, I won't risk it. If they really are a part of this, I can't risk associating with them freely."

Crow lifted her head up slightly to take a peek at what Job was doing. He poured the pale, yellow liquid onto her bleeding, gaping cut. Crow let out a silent, excruciating gasp of pain and immediately slammed her head back down onto the ground. Sarah jumped slightly, still grasping the one-eyed bunny. Joby turned to her, giving her a sign to be silent. He twisted himself back to Crow. He lifted up her arm which dripped of blood and the strong, yellow liquid. Reaching for the gauze, he noticed a silver coin underneath the first-aid kit. He extended his opposite hand to obtain it. Once he had grasped it in his petite hands, he offered it to Sarah who gladly accepted it.
Crow wondered what that was all about. She raised a single eyebrow as she lay flatly on the surface of the dark church grounds. Job seized the gauze and ripped off a long piece of it to enfold around Crow's palm. Crow's unsightly incise had become imperceptible with the gauze now jacketing it.

Now that her hideous cut had been covered, Crow decided that now would be the best time to strike the children. But, then her mind had changed again. "If they had helped me…Then they mustn't be that bad. I might as well keep them in my skull as an aid." Crow thought soundly. The children surrounded her, smiling with innocence.