When Sister Apain had finally regained her strength and was able to once again move about the building, she was closely monitored by the other religious members and the various up keeping staff of the place. People worried for her and wondered if she would relapse, or what else she had seen, what other visions she had had.

           One day, Sister Apain decided to confront Father David about the visions that she had been having since then. Nothing that had affected her physical health, but just visions that would come to her randomly or when she was sleeping. “Father” she said meekly, approaching him. He turned around and looked, giving a smile. “Ah, Sister Apain, how have you been? Feeling better, healing up well, God’s strength with you once again?” she nodded. “Yes, the lord has given me strength and ability to recover quickly. However Father, I wish to confront you about visions, these dreams of mine. I’ve been seeing things, like the first time. They are getting worse, and show me horrible things. I ask for your guidance.” Father David nodded and gestured for her to sit down. “Of course my child, sit and we can talk.”

           She sat there across from him, each with a cup of water. She was sipping slowly as she gathered her thoughts and prepared to explain the horrors that she had been seeing. She began slowly. “Father…I’ve been seeing terrible things, so much fire, and death, and destruction. Chaos all around, Armageddon. I see so many factions and groups of all types battling each other with great purpose. Father, I am in great fear. I am plagued by these constant visions of a terrible event, a war to come. I seek your guidance and tell you in hopes that it will help me cope.” Father David looked surprised, taking in everything that Sister Apain had told him. “Well this...is a troubling development,” He said to her calmly as he closed his eyes. “I am glad that you have confronted me on this. Do not fear Sister Apain, god shall be with us. Continue to pray and tell me as these details arise.” She nodded, feeling as if some weight had been lifted off of her chest. Finally, she remembered that last thing she wanted to say.

          She proceeded to relax in her own way. She had made it a habit of transforming into many various objects and animals to roam about the tiny apartment. It was her way of honing her skills, trying to shape shift into new things and experiment with the ability of each form. Both letting out energy and stress along with casual exercise and training. Everything, especially the mastery of her powers, would be important to be able to avoid people such as The Hunter. The more practice she put in, the more she was able to harness forms of larger, smaller, and more complex animals and objects. When she finished the exercise of mimicking some random, inconspicuous animals, along with the furniture in her house, she decided to go back to watching TV to catch up on the daily reports.

          She was nearly half asleep, slowly dozing off now that it was finally past midnight, when there was a loud crash in the room next to her. She immediately sprang up and almost simultaneously changed into a cat, jumping down and scurrying to hide behind the TV. She began observing the room carefully, but made sure to stay out of sight. She listened around, focusing mainly on the room where the loud sound had come from. She peaked around the corner to see that the window in the next room of her apartment had been smashed into, as if someone had flown or dived, despite the fact that it was the 4th floor of the apartment complex. She knew it had to be him, and that he was now somewhere in the house or still in that room.

          She knew she had to get out of here fast, take the little money and belongings that were actually hers, and leave as soon as she could. Hopefully he would not be able to find her and would give up, but she knew that was unlike him and that his chances of finding her and figuring out it was her were extremely high. She had to come up with a plan and quick, all these years of running from The Hunter made him even more determined to finally catch her. The skills she had, the ability that allowed her to elude him--he was willing to do anything to finally capture such a prize. She had to keep herself one step ahead of him, coming up with contingencies and plans in order to escape, even if it just meant a momentary intermission before she was found once again.

          She was about to crawl out from behind the TV set and begin her escape. She decided that she would have to come back later in order to gather belongings, but for now she decided the best plan of action would have to be to hide a good distance away while he was here. Just as she was about to take her first steps out from behind the TV, ready to dart out the window as soon as possible, his head came around the bottom side of the door and was right in front of hers. His eyes stared at her, looking quite deranged and pleased with himself, only saying “Boo. Found you.” He stood up and was about to grab her when she darted back, changing shape into a lizard in order to be even smaller and slicker.

          She backtracked throughout the apartment, planning to circle around in order to escape out of the window. The hunter seemingly followed with ease, able to keep up and track her, even in her smallest of forms. He had had a lot of practice too, and she wouldn’t doubt if his hunting abilities were from some sort of strange and mystical ability such as hers. She continued to dart around the house, changing into small animals and hiding. He would quite easily find her and at this point she couldn’t tell if the two were both struggling or if he was simply toying with her knowing that he would finally capture his ultimate prey. Her heart was racing as she tried to catch her breath and outwit him. A front on front fight was no good against him; she had tried this once or twice and had almost been captured and beaten, simply because his weaponry and fighting techniques seemed to be able to combat almost anything she had tried.

          She struggled for the next 10 minutes, darting around and hiding, trying to make a break for the window. Yet he always seemed to be a step ahead of her, almost knowing that she was trying to reach salvation through the window, blocking her every time she was about to be free. She was starting to grow tired and was losing her hope fast. She finally started to slow down, and he took advantage of the situation, striking in her moment of weakness. He finally managed to snag her and simply commanded “Change back to your human form now!” before shocking her promptly with an extremely painful electrical glove. She let out a terrible scream and reverted back to her human form. She had never been so close to him, let alone in such a tight grip. She went limp, trying to catch a breather and take a moment's rest.