The blood stains remained in there place almost showing her the outlines of where her parents had been killed. Death meant something to her now. Though only twelve years of age, she understood a lot maybe even more than she should have. She had been the inadvertent cause of a couple deaths in the institute, but there was no effect on her from those. A couple of sparks here and there from her strange “disease” as they called it caused a couple of times lethal harm to those who surrounded her. She did not care really. Her brushes with death didn’t stop there. Her mind was a playground for the spirits. They haunted her. The more she resisted their presents the more they would taunt her. She had grown accustomed to their presence. Rarely would they get out of hand, but when they did strange things would occur.