Let the fire breath me back to life.

The person you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger.

Stacey Queen opened the steel door of her office in the basement of the facility. She clicked on the light for another day at work with one hand. As the other held a travel mug. She hated coffee. But she had enough sugar, chocolate, and cream in it that she was pretty sure it was no longer by definition a coffee. It was one of the few perks she was aloud to have. Her red hair was pulled up in a high pony tail. She wore a white lab coat with dark blue scrubs underneath. She did not have a choice as to her clothes. It was the only thing they would give her. At this point clothes were the lest of her problems.

She was once a top medical student. Your normal college girl. Until she met a man at a bar one night. A few drinks later and she got bold. She showed the man her gift. That she was more then human. It was the biggest mistake of her life. That man was Joe, but he goes by head Master now. He took her to the felicity. She was one of his first victims. She was tortured and raped daily. She had two  miscarriages in this hell. Then it all changed. The Head Master found out she had a talent for getting rid of bodies. No one would ever find them, not even the police. Stacey made a deal with the devil. She would take care of all the bodies at this hell whole place, in exchange for leaving her alone. No more treatments or trails. It took some time for Joe to trust her in doing her job. Some much so that he took the security cameras out.

The job was torture enough as she saw the faces of the dead pass by on her table. The kids were the worst. She almost had to be numb to it all. The head master gave her the name reaper. She hated it, but it soon spread. And her office was called the morgue, which it was. Anyone who dies in the felicity comes to her office. She only lets one other person into her office and that was Smokey. He was her muscle. Lifting and moving bodies were she could not. And her only friend she had. But with all the perks she had, she was still only a little above the ones the Head Master torched just above her head. She never went up there. If she saw them alive before they came to her head, it would be much harder.

As soon as she clicked on the light she saw the familiar shape of a body under a white sheet on a metal table. "Who now." She sighed. Pulling the sheet off she was shocked. He looked different then the normal ones she would get in here. There was something about him, from the tattoos to just the way he look. With every body she got a sheet of paper with their name. And a yellow envelope with any person effects the person had on them when they arrived here.

"Well Mr Wentz." She said as she sat the envelope on the counter. She started to examine the body. He wore standard issue clothes. Something she could tell just by looking at him was that he hated the clothes. Light blue cloth scrubs bottoms and a white tee. But it was the bullet hole that caught her eye. Stacey took a pair of scissors from a metal tray and slowly cut down his shirt. She could see the bullet hit his heart. At lest he was killed instantly instead of suffering. Something the Head Master was not known for. So who killed him? She looked at it from all angels before carefully removing the bullet. "Well Pete," She said. "There you go. Now what to do with you."

Stacey had the power to pull static from the air and Chanel it to her finger tips, like little electric bolts. She got the idea to start using her gift to try and bring these people back from the dead. She never wanted to play God. But in her mind it was the only way she could help. But it always failed. Every time she would try in the back of her mind she excepted to fail. She had no clue what she was doing. And this time was no exception. Yet the more Stacey looked at Pete's wound the more she wondered. Could she do this? She sat beside him and looked down at him. "Well Pete am going to try and being you back. But you have to want this." She always believed that the soul had to want to come back. Stacey quickly went to work cutting open Pete's chest. She used a scalpel to cut the muscles to get to his heart. "I don't think this is the way for a girl to get to your heart." As she was doing this she thought, holly crap am doing open heart surgery.