It was like any other day. She went to help her mother work the garden and gather what ripened, fed the animals and made breakfast, lunch and supper. That evening they all sat around the fire, mother sewing a new dress, father sharpening his knife and her playing with the new puppies. Then came the knock.
It was a man, saying his cart had broken a wheel on a rut in the road, and inquiring if they had a spare one. Her father, being a good Samaritan, said he could have one off of their cart and led him to the supply shed. She, on the other hand, sensed something wrong from the start. The man was shifty; he kept glancing toward the road as if expecting someone to arrive at any moment. She followed the two out to the shed, just knowing deep in her gut that the man was not what he seemed.
As soon as her father had removed the wheel from their cart, the stranger attacked, wielding a large hunting knife. She saw, and screamed in fear and anger. How could he, when her father had been so kind? Words like she had never heard in her life flowed from her very mouth, a stream of power that seemed to burn her lips as they passed. The man went flying, as if an invisible fist had knocked him away. There was fire, not any normal fire, it was as black as the darkest night imaginable. It sucked up all the light and life around it as it consumed the man and left nothing behind. Afterwards, she fainted.
Waking the next day, she found herself locked in her room, all her furniture gone except the mattress she was lying on. There were voices outside, worried and afraid. She felt unreasonable anger rise within her, like bile. There were voices that weren't her own invention speaking, whispers of fear or anger or sadness. Strongest of them all was hate, and it pressed against her throat as it tried to speak. What was worse, it grew stronger and stronger with each wave of emotion, not just hate. She paced like a caged animal and felt her own anger grow with no control, she couldn't suppress it, it seemed to have developed an intelligence all it's own.
"Let me hurt...let me kill..." it repeated over and over, until she hadn't the will to fight it. It exploded with a ferocity she didn't know she had, and she trembled with the power of it. It ripped open the door and sent all the barricades sailing out of the opposite wall. Screams only fueled the intense Hatred, now with it's own name to suit it's personality, sending it into a frenzy of destruction. The people escaped and the man who had been visiting sent for a team to collect their newest patient. By the time they arrived, the house nothing but darkly smoldering rubble and the Hate was lusting for blood and death. "BLOOD!" it kept screaming, until Kiah's hijacked throat was hoarse.
They crept up as silently as they could and shot a dart of strong tranquilizer at the screeching being. This only angered it more, and it sent death-tipped black arrows at the men, killing one. After several attempts at using the darts, all they had to show was one dead man and a girl with multi-colored feathers sprouting from various places. She howled in anger and lifted a chunk of the ceiling of the house all of the men together could never had and hurled it at them. Finally, they decided they would have to bodily attack her, secretly of course. Her parents had already proven not to have been an adequate bargaining chip, since she'd almost crushed them with a timber from the roof. They had forever lost her trust in locking her in that room and calling these men.
A small squad of five with nets and heavy sticks grouped behind her in the woods, while the rest distracted her with false attempts to attack. She cackled in a malicious way, her burning red eyes full of rage and pleasure at these people's pathetic attempts at capturing her. With a signal, the men behind all leapt in one unit and trapped her beneath the net, while battering her mercilessly with their clubs. When they were sure the was fully unconscious, she was black and blue, bleeding freely from her nose and mouth and had several broken ribs.
Bound and gagged, she was thrown into a wagon, and chloroformed her into oblivion. "She will be well taken care of, and you may visit, if you wish." said the visitor from the start. "Will you cure her?" her mother asked tearfully. "I can't say yes or no, ma'am, but we'll try." He bowed and jumped up to the driver's seat and whipped the runners, taking the girl away from her parents, home and all she knew.