The frail, heavy, yellow hand fell to the plate, allowing some of the red liquid splash off and much away from its source, then a simple face fell forward ahd smacked against it in the same matter, happening to be just as pale, but showed a much younger features. This also included the dead, frozen eyes, with her own black hair becoming the white of her skin, barely matching the blooming white table most rested on.

Then, then this death would come with celebration. No celebration of death, the celebration of an end of an treacherous era. One that started a massacre for only a year, but a year was enough to cause much death. And outside cheers could be heard, "it's dead!," "it's over!," along with many tears being spread throughout the room and a man looking through the window with satisfaction. Leaving the only thing for him to do was catch his wife as she jumped into his arms, and their kissing nearly feeling unstoppable.

But, of course, many hadn't forgotten about the flowers, but now, now would be a night of celebration, then tomorrow would be stepping into much dangerous territory. Yet even as some people shead their tears of joy, jumping into random hugs and laugher filling the entire room, not everyone's eyes held the same fireworks in them. One had snuggled into a corner, over his mouth and keeping as quite as possible but trying to listen to all the festive joy, and some had blasted the door open and ran out and much away, with cheers and glee.

A voice called out above all the rest, as the man with his wife stood above head, shouting his own cheers and as the rest followed, all with need and no sorrow. "Tonight is for celebration!" He shoved his fist into the air, "And tomorrow is for being united!" All voices copied, shouting the same phrasing, only his wife throwing her hand in the air onyl to lead a charge out of the building. All ignoring the crowds of soldiers.

The next day rolled around, then the next week, and next month, then another year, only for the scientists to finally, - safely, - secure a flower, a blood tipped flower. And once again had society taken off with great speed, and finally naming the flower, "Demon Flower," a flower that would be contained and soon put into extinction. Yet, something was off, one scientist of whom when by the name, "Jeffrey Scott," had an idea. What with the nutritious Demon Flower would bring people from the dead. Another scientist of unknown name or origin had immediately agreed with Mr. Scott, quickly jumping into join him.

Only then where unknown experiments being held, them going to graveyards to simply grave rob them of one or two different bodies. And witht he first experiment came, a living person, but there was one predicament, the person hadn't any control of their own body, and had been killed by Scott himself. Both scientists wanted to know what other side effects this flower had. They made the victim insane, wanting blood, it also seemed to make them stronger, and also brought back their bodies, yet needed much blood to even survive past the first day of the Flower taking affect.

Each and every one came out different, all becoming mutated, as if it was radiation that reacted with a humans biological DNA, combining and merging, using it as a source. The two scientists where unsure of why the plant came into existence, but also wondered what it could possibly infect. Was it just Humans? Or where other creatures possible to get affected by this Flower?

The screen before him made Scott's life crack in half, after spending a year with his partner, she became pregnant, and asked him to stay with her, and he agreed without question. And he stayed with her durning her 9 months with the child in her stomach. They both planned for it to be a home birth, and since no Hospital happened to be in their radius, in 1980, a small child had been born. And no one realized the Demon Flower's just had to be breathed in to pass it to their offspring.

Simply, the infected child acted as any other child. Drank her Mother's milk, but seemed to slowly be growing more white and white, so they got blood, and raised the child. Although, by tye age of twelve, she killed her parents, her razor mutated nails scratching into their skin. And both died of blood lost, and she cried, not knowing what to do as she licked the blood from her fingers.

Full of sorrow, she left, but immediately stood out with her pupil less eye, scales all around her arms, and her much larger size and her white hair. People screamed and all ran, parents shoving their children in front of them and horses screeching as their whips hit them and they took off. And so, she screamed, and curled into a ball and started sobbing with the street left in dead silence.

Some people regretted calling the army, listening to her screams and her fruitless sobbing, some said to behead her, make sure she never returned. And so they did. They hooked the crying child up to the posts, while people in the audience backed away. "Any final words?" She didn't fully understand what that meant, but she had a question.

"Why are you all so scared!?" Then her head was gone, and more screeched shoving and trying to get away, as not a drop of blood came from her body.

[ Beh, after rereading this, I'm wuite embarrassed about it. I may rewrite that ending sometime, - I would much prefer to, - but me losing interest is something you'll be hearing much from me. I had an ending in mind, but quickly didn't desire to write it. Truthfully, I don't expect anything from this one, seeing as those last ones are terribly lazy. Ah, this is terribly cheesy, one of my worsts works. ]