The Dollmaker
Her parnts held her close not knowing what was to become of there beloved little girl. This was many years ago... Her name was Amai, she was seven and she loved to play with porcelain dolls. Nobody had any idea as to what she was...
One day her mother called her into her bedroom for a talk because her teacher called and said she hurt another student. Her mother asked what made her so mad at the kid and she smiled darkly when she replied, "he broke one of my dolls." Her mother was shocked and horrified, Amai loves those porcelain dolls. "Honey, even though he broke one of your dolls that is no reason to start a fight with him." What her mother said made Amai angry, she stared deep into her mother's eyes filled with rage. "Never say that again, these dolls are my friends!" She ran out of the house to calm down and play with one her dolls.
-Two years later-
Amai sat in her bedroom playing one of her dolls when her new baby sister started to wail. She ran into the room and picked her up. Carefully she started comforting her sister by rocking her back and forth, she shushed her and put her back in her crib but she just continued to wail so she tried again. Her little sister continued to cry and scream, Amai couldn't take it anymore. "Shut up shut up shut up shut up!" She ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, then she slit her sister's throat and the wailing stopped. She grabbed her sister's body and hid it in her closet. That evening Amai was still waiting for her parents to get home, her closet door open slightly. She walked over to it and opened it to look at her sister's body. She's so pretty, she looks like she could be made of porcelain... She smiled at the thought and grabbed the small body laying before her and got to work. Carefully she dissected and gutted the corpse perserving the parts she needed perfectly. An hour later she finished working and put it down. She, a nine year old girl, had made the perfect porcelain doll. It was cute and dressed nicely, it was absolutely beautiful. Amai was so proud of her work that she didn't even noticed that her parents had already arrived until she heard their voices downstairs.
She panicked, what do I do? I killed my baby sister and turned her into a doll! She hid the doll under her bed and ran out of the house. She had no idea where she was going, but she didn't stop to look back. Then her father shouted down the street after her, "Amai, what hell did you do to your little sister you monster." Tears pricked the corners of her eyes and soon started to fall down in streams. Her father ran into the house and grabbed his gun, then he came out and shot her. Amai hit the ground with a hard thud and let herself vision go blurry then black as she bled out.
She woke up surrounded by darkness and a voice spoke to her, but she couldn't find the source of the voice. All she saw was darkness, "Amai... I know what you did and it was magnificent. I will bring you back to life if you make me a promise. If I bring you back to life, I want you to become the dollmaker. There will be some interesting side effects though and they can be rather unpredictable, will you accept my offer? She nodded hapilly, "making dolls is what I do best." She felt pain and it cause he to faint. Suddenly she sat up and was no longer surround by darkness. She was in pain and could see the she had six arms instead of two and she had wings. Then she felt sharp pain radiate from the top of her head and placed on top were two large horns. She smiled evilly, must make dolls... must get revenge... She began to fly off towards her parents house.