Prologue
A cry pierced the night in the little town of Flushing, Michigan; as a new baby was born. Everyone was crying, and laughing each in turn holding the baby still covered in the new born goo. A home nurse went up to the little baby taking her from the mother and began with clean cloths to clean the little girl up.
"Oh, Michelle, we made such a beautiful little girl!" the only man in the room said. The mother, Michelle, smiled and nodded, before she closed her eyes. The monitor on that the nurses had brought into their home, began beeping loudly in panic. "What's happening?" The two nurses began to rush to Michelle's side in a frenzy.
"Grab the paddles!" One said, as the one spoken to ran to grab the paddles. They started preparing her for a jump start, but before they could even get a chance. She was gone.
"Why didn't you save her?" The man asked hysterical. The nurses looked at him glumly.
"There's nothing we could do sir." The one who had prepped her said. The other one stood there awkwardly holding the paddles. "We're sorry." They both bowed their heads respectfully, and walked out of the room to help the other nurse clean the new born up. The man walked up to his wife, and held her hand within his, as tears began pouring down his face.
"I'll be with you soon Michelle." he said once the tears had finally ceased. he grabbed some of the tissue from the bedside table to wipe off his tears. After disposing of the tissue, he reached into bedside table drawer, and pulled out the lighter he kept in there for when he planned special romantic evenings. He also grabbed a pencil and some paper and wrote a note and placed it onto Michelle's body. Without a second thought, he flicked on the lighter and held it to his clothes. he let the tears be the only thing he did as his body burned.
The nurses rushed into the room, after they smelled the bizarre smoke. Their eyes widening in terror. He looked back at them, his red eyes blazed in anger, as he realised they were going to save him. They ran out the door to find the fire extinguisher. He growled, and used the last of his power to send the note to the outside of the door, while locking and closing it. The flames started jumping around him. and onto his wife, and the bed and hard wood floor. He heard the nurses pounding on the door for him to open up. But he just laughed.
One of them picked up his note, and read it to the others:
"To Whom it may concern,
Take care of my daughter, Raven Anna Marie. Give her to someone who can take care of her, and treat her as their own. I'm sorry to have to do this, but I cannot stand to live, while my wife is dead. Thank you for doing all you could. You may want to call the fire department, for soon the house will be gone. Hurry!
Sincerely,
Thomas Parker"
The nurses quickly followed the notes instructions and ran down the stairs and out of the house. Once grabbed her cell phone and quickly dialed 911. They looked at the bundle in their arms. The little girl looked up at them with innocent topaz eyes. She had some black hair already growing on her head. Raven reached up with her little hand, that was balled up into a fist, and smiled her toothless grin. "Raven..." the nurse holding her spoke breathlessly. The baby smiled wider and you could see the delight in her eyes. "Don't worry, we'll find you a wonderful home."