Eventually her captor did arrive. Pouring through cracks in the mountain like some volcanic emission, Brother surrounded the girl. He rose to a form she could better comprehend: the form of a young man. Kneeling down he spoke to the young girl. “Hello.” He whispered. The girl let out yet another scream. Quickly, Brother covered her mouth again. “Look, I can let you stay here, but you must be quiet. If they find out about you, then we're both finished. Mother will kill you. Sister will tell and I have no idea what Father will do, but it wouldn't be pretty.” The girl huffed and folded her arms in contempt. He lowered his grip from her mouth.

“Now, can you speak with some sense? I'm sure few of you mortals are capable of that.”

The girl frowned and began to converse. “Let me go.” She said in disapproval.

“I can't do that.”

“But you must. I don't belong here. There has been some big mistake.” She pleaded.

“What mistake? You are a virgin sacrifice. You were done for. Your mortal shell is no more. You now belong to me…I guess.”

“What do you mean, you guess? You're the volcano god. Aren't you going to eat me now?

Brother tried to hold in his laughter. “Why would I eat you? I'm a god. The only sustenance I need is the prayers of the people. Besides, you are quite small. If I were to eat one of your kinds, I'd go for that fat chieftain.”

The annihilation of the Pele populous eventually led to the waning of the power of the gods. And with that decline came less family feuding. How could they feud? The power of the gods is unequivocally connected to the worship of their followers. So with no followers there was no power. The gods knew it was finally their twilight and as any self absorbed deity would do--they sulked. That was when it happened. As they became morose in self pity, something was happening. In the skies, a group of heavenly disembodied spirits whisked away from their preoccupied captor. It had been forever since the virgins had been sacrificed to the volcano god and stolen by the Sky Father. There bodies were also transformed like the fire virgin; however they took the form of the winds. With their newfound freedom, they soared freely about the island laughing and crying in joy. They spat upon the ground of the long forgotten island that had damned them. Freedom was theirs and nothing would stop the revelry to come. Until…

…Suddenly, a thunderous rumble occurred in the skies. “Come to me my beauties. Come and comfort your daddy!” The Sky Father ordered. The free spirits dared not return. Instead they fled into the nearest escape. The volcanic mouth swallowed them whole. Within, they flew deep into its darkest recesses. They continued lower and lower until the voice of the Sky Father all but faded. As weak as he was, he didn't attempt to follow them. He just continued to cry out like some poor whelp. The girls were safe until they came upon a cavern opening. There they saw the great volcano god fallen. His body little more than a husk. Next to him was a girl…our girl. She wept for him.

“What are you doing? Get away from him. You…you are one of us. She is like us, sisters. Why does she cry for this filth? Why would she cry for anyone? You are empowered girl. Be free. Join us. Leave here before this place sinks into the Earth forever. Come girl. Don't be foolish.” The girls goaded and taunted her. However, she did not stir. She had become attached to her fallen abductor. This verbal attack continued for a while until finally a huge rumble began. By means of the last remains of his power, Sky Father shook the volcano to pieces. Hovering with a maddened look in his eyes, his only concern was the return of his harem. Upon seeing this frightful sight, the wind filled virgins swept up our girl and blew her out of the caves. She did not resist; her heart was too broken to fight back.

The escape was short lived however, as the Sky Father burst from the remains of the volcano. With a motion, he began to seep away his winds that carried the girls aloft. In a last ditch effort the girls combined their might to push their sister far away from the Island.

Consequently, this desperate endeavor leads us to the back to the beginning. Again, the young girl had been living in that hole for ages. The primitive world she once inhabited was now full of thriving metropolises, industries and modern technology. Upon landing (In the middle of an Industrial sector back alley, mind you), the young girl was frightened and disturbed by her surroundings. Never had she seen great structures such as the apartment buildings or vehicles such as cars. It was late, very late and the girl was scared. Upon instinct she ran and ducked into the closest thing to a hole in the ground she could find. This directs us back to the bar, where a desperate bartender has already called the police about a young preoccupied woman unconsciously burning the place down.

“Well, does it look like arson, kid?” The Chief inquires. “Please tell me it ain't arson.”

“Fraid so, sir. Not only that, but it's a serial arsonist.”

“Oh come on! Wait! Tell me this ain't that Pele case I've been hearing bout.”

“Yes sir.”

“Okay, feel me in. What's the deal with this girl?”

“I'm sure you've seen this before, sir. Orphaned child taken in by dysfunctional family. Sexual abuse from her pops, physical abuse from the mom and sister. Apparently, the only sane one in the house was her adopted brother. Rumor has it that they were together.”

“Together?” The Chief looked befuddled.

“Yeah, you know…” The officer proceeds to make a sound like bed springs squeaking while pumping his fist.

“Riiiigghhtt. I can see how that can make someone a little crazy.”

“Sir, this girl passed crazy a long time ago. I wasn't finished.”

“Well, finish. We've got work to do.”

“Okay, so they say that the sister found out about the girl and told the mom. The mom and father got into it. Brother got involved and then pops gets hold of a gun. Boom, boom, boom, boom...triple homicide and suicide. Later on it turned out the father had a thing for kidnapping young girls--virgins. They found a whole entombment of them in the backyard. A real perverted piece of work.”

“Where was the girl?”

“The son kept her hidden. He told the dad that she had run away long ago. Well, the dad found out about her, but killed everybody involved and himself before he found her. Eventually, she came out of her hole looking for her lover/brother.”

“…and?”

“Well, when she saw that grizzly sight. She snapped. I mean Chernobyl snapped, sir. Apparently, she had…um…has some pretty heavy latent pyrokinesis going on.”

“Apparently.” The chief said sarcastically.

“To cut a long story short, she was taken into the crazy house and…uh…yeah. She's nuts. She started getting into these weird mythology books. She was all believing she was some kind of virgin goddess or something. Kept calling everyone, sky brother or Earth sister and things like that. She was a certified lunatic, sir. They said they were unable to help her. She was untreatable. Eventually, she ended up burning the entire building down; killed 35 people that day. She's been running loose ever since.”

“What tha @#$%? Is there some good reason I am just now hearing all of this?”

The officer hangs his head down low. “Paperwork, sir. Nobody wants the paperwork.”

“!#@$!! Paperwork! I'll show those bozos some paperwork! I want everyman we got on this case NOW!! PRONTO!!” The officer stood looking nervous and confused. “NOW!!” With that, he ran off to convey the message.

“Oh and kid!” He yelled to the exiting officer. “You're wrong.”

“About what, sir?” the officer inquired.