“What the FUCK is going on here Carmen?” I ask mad coming towards her

“You said you wanted in right? Well welcome to the uh huh her”

“You said you weren’t called that”

“Yea well, I lied”

“What else did you lie about?”

“You’d be surprised” she thinks she’s so smart

“Why are you guys doing this to me?”

“So you cried?” she smiles… she’s making fun of me

“Fuck you” She smiles and turns around, she looks towards and I see this big woman with a knife on her hands.

“Shane this is your next challenge… This is Kit. You need to get used to the blood and the muscle and the meat and the sinew and what a single blade of steel can do to a chunk of flesh…take care of her, Butcher. Shane, if you cut her… you’ll win” she laughs and turns around and gets next to me.

“Win? I don’t want to win!”

“Here… your gonna need this” She hands me some pills… and leaves…. Great… Then this woman Kit, starts coming towards me. Maybe is a good idea if I take the pills. I start walking back and back until I’m on the wall. She runs towards me and she swings the knife towards me and cuts my arm.

“FUCK!” I hold my arm to stop the bleeding

“That was a wake up call…. First… you have to know the body you are killing… your like a surgeon. Ok we’ll start at the beginning. To cut the sub-clavian artery, hold the knife ice-pick style and trust down behind the clavicle, cutting side to side” as she says that she DOES it to one of the dead cows. “To slice the diaphragm, first whip your wrist into the target’s troches to prevent screaming, then drive the knife at a forty five degree angle upwards just below the rib cage” The knife cuts the beef. “If you want the jugular pull your enemy’s head to the left and jab your knife well into his sterno-cleio-mastoideus muscle, here, then cut down and a little left.” I am looking at her like a moron holding my cut arm “Now… lets start” she comes towards me, knife in the air