I had a friend when I was younger.

It's kinda amazing that I remember her name due to my bad memory. It was Joanna Alex Workman.

Now, I don't really know what happened to her. She just vanished. But I do remember talking to her about some sort of trip. I was six, and she was five. We were at a park hanging out as our parents talked on a bench.

"I'm goin' on a twip!" She said in her best english.

"Really? To where?" I asked, swinging forward and backward with Joanna on the swings.

"I dunno, but I know it gonna be fun!" She replied, hopping slightly in the seat.

I chuckled and we continued swinging and talking, having a great time. Eventually, it was time to leave, and we said our goodbyes.

I don't really remember much of what happened after we said goodbye that day and the last time I saw her, but I will tell you what happened.

Joanna and her parents came over to goodbye once more, and we were in my room. Joanna was talking about some show, I think it was the My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic show or something, I just remember ponies. Then, Joanna and I went downstairs at the call of our parents, and said goodbye one last time.

Joanna stood in front of her parents, who stood at the front door, and I mirrored, with my parents standing behind me. Joanna smiled at me, and I gave her one myself. We hugged then they went off.

I shouted after them, "Have fun!"

After a few days I felt something just wasn't right, but I never said anything about it.

I should have.

Two years past, and I ask my parents when Joanna would come back. They never answered me.

Four more years past, and I'm sitting in my room, softly singing the 'Happy Birthday' song for Joanna. It was May 26.

The past two years were.....off. Something just felt, off, and I couldn't pin what.

Last year, there was a breakout in the local science facility, and apparently, a scientist of biology and animals was murdered, and a test subject escaped. By the picture of the subject in the news, I could have sworn it was her.

Recently, sometime last week, I was walking alone out at the park Joanna and I loved to play. There were pictures of a girl popping up in the papers.

The girl has blonde hair that brushes her shoulders that has strange brown marks in it.

Her tan skin scarred and scratched, blood dripping from the supposed claw marks, probably caused by her bird feet like hands.

Her eyes seemed to be glowing a neon green, with a hint of yellow peeking through.

Her teeth, long and sharp, doused in blood.

She wears a type of gown you see in hospitals, and from some back pictures, it has a backside, unlike other gowns, but it seems like someone decided to claw at it until the ends frayed, and covered it in blood.

But the strangest of them all is the wings on her back. They were large, and seemed to be a peregrine falcons.

It was so strange, looking at these pictures. It was like I was staring at my best friend.

I heard a sound when I was walking next to the very swings Joanna and I swung at. The park is in the middle of the woods, and sounds aren't very uncommon, so I just shrugged it off and sat on the same swing from years ago.

I remember the sounds not really stopping until they came behind me. I turned and I remember being angry at myself and terrified of the thing in front of me.

It was the girl in the pictures. People were calling her MidnightBird and Nightmare, and then I really understood why.

She looked just like she did in the pictures, except for the more cuts, bruises, and blood.

No one could define how she smelled, and then I understood why too. It, it smelled like blood, water from a lake, mud, pee and fecal matter in a disgusting mix.

But at the time, I just sat and stared, as she mirrored. She looked so...frightened of something. I instantly started seeing the similarities between this person in front of me and the little five year old girl from eight years ago.

She just stared at me, before her face morphed from fright to disbelief to anger. Her wings spread, long and huge against her small frame.

She growled, low and loud, before mumbling five words I've never thought I'd hear from a killer like her, "I'm sorry. I'm back now."

It's been days since that happened, and I've been getting nightmares since, making it harder than it already is to fall asleep. I'm leading to believe that this 'MidnightBird' is really my friend from all those years ago.

I'm leading to believe that this 'MidnightBird' is really Joanna Alex Workman.

I can't be for sure about it, not until I find her again. Besides, it is May 25 today.

And there you have it! My characters story. Sorry if it doesn't seem scary or horrific, but this is apposed to be from Joanna's friends POV. Next I will put up the form for your OC.