• From the moment she was born something looked wrong with her, she was Kendra. She had red glowing eyes and sharp teeth grin. Her father didn't have a problem with this at all but her mother screamed when she saw the face of her daughter. Finally when Kendra's mother was aloud to come back home from the hospital, she decided to kill Kendra. At the dinner table Kendra was sitting there, with red glowing eyes, and was falling asleep. "Dear Kendra isn't anything what I expected." Kendra's mother began. "I know. But I still love her." Kendra's father replied. "Oh really?" Kendra's mother began, then took out a knife. "Because I hate her, she's the most creepiest thing I've ever seen! She should be put to sleep FOREVER!" The mother continued. "MACY DON'T YOU DARE!" The father shouted, and scooped up Kendra off the floor.

    "I love Kendra. She's your own flesh and blood and THIS is what you plan to do?!" the father said. The mother pulled Kendra out of his arms and threw her against the wall. The abnormal thing was Kendra didn't feel any pain and her eyes melted out. "What the f**k." the mother said. The parents just watched Kendra giggling and grew up to what she would be if she was fourteen. Kendra's head was looking down and then looked up with her sharp teeth grin. Her eyes where gone and the eye holes were bloody, and she was somehow wearing a whole complete outfit that she was wearing as a baby. Kendra grew blades from her arms, and her legs had throns coming out of them.

    The dress she was wearing as a baby was a now a blue mini doll dress. Her shoes couldn't fit and she had sharp toe nails. "Pay back mother." Kendra said and swung her arm to her mother. "MITCHAL!" Kendra's mother screamed. "I am a gift from demons and rulers of darkness and death and you treat me with disrespect." Kendra continued. Kendra's mother pulled out a machete and stabbed Kendra ten times, and Kendra went back to being a baby but just dead. "MACY! YOU KILLED HER!" the father shouted. He ran over to the dead baby body, picked her up, and began crying. "She was a gift, she might have not been ours, maybe there was a mix up, but still you don't have to treat her with all this hate! Get out of my house!" The father said to the mother.

    "I DON'T NEED THIS! I'M PACKING MY STUFF AND LEAVING!"
    "WELL GOOD!"
    "AND I'M CREAMATING KENDRA!"
    "I'LL DO WHAT I WANT TO DO WITH OUR DEAD CHILD!"
    "SHE CAME OUT OF ME I'LL DO WHAT I WANT!"
    "You don't deserve to."
    "What did you say?"
    "Don't act dumb, you know what I said, you leave the body here."
    "What you're gonna do your dumb little experiments with the body."
    "My job is not dumb, it kept living. Notice how I said kept, because now it's just me."
    "You're taking this way to seriously."
    "YOU KILLED A NEWBORN CHILD THAT WAS YOUR'S BECAUSE SHE CREEPED YOU OUT! WE CAN ALWAYS FIX CHILDREN!"

    "Not this one." The mother said, took the baby, and by the next day she was gone. Kendra was sent to be creamated but while they were doing this they heard screaming. Kendra was still living. "AHHHHHHHH!" Kendra screamed being burned alive, some how she managed to escape and then turned her eleven year old form. The mother was walking out of the building, then was attacked by Kendra who was still on fire. "KENDRA?!?!" The mother screamed. "That's right." Kendra said in a deep voice. The daughter grew blades for nails and scratched her mother. "KENDRA PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME!" The mother continued to scream. Finally Kendra put an end to her mother by throwing her on a tree, and threw knives around her, then one large machete at the middle of her body. Kendra returned home, her father was so happy to see her, Kendra smiled then fell on her body. She had died once again. "KENDRA!" Her father shouted and ran next to the body of her dead daughter. Once again the father was in tears, and she slowly went back to her newborn form looking like a normal child.

    For eleven years he worked on bringing his child back to live, and one day, on her birthday, when she was turning twelve, he did. "That's it! I must use eletricity, causing her to set on fire, and if that doesn't work I'm screwed!" the father said. That afternoon there was a thunder strom, he sat on top of the roof next to the body, a lightning rod came down, he used the body as a shield, then set Kendra on fire with his lighter. This only caused her to change form into a twelve year old body. "Damn..." The father said. He brought the body down to the basement, went upstairs to the living room, and for the rest of the day he sat there on the couch and watched tv.

    "Father?"