Kendall Harris

***Kendall Harris -*** *got into an accident, lost a lot of blood, opened internal bleeding - died. Doctors could not save him. After death, passing by one sect, I met a demon and made a deal with him. The guy's soul did not calm down.*

,, Don't look at me "

## Appearance:

A guy with dark brown hair.(Most often a hood is put on his head) Black crosses on his eyes (the eyes themselves are completely red, Kendall hides them, or else they will bleed from him) and a black smile with fangs. (When talking, it can be as usual, if Kendall is happy or angry, it can stretch wider. When he is silent, the usual mouth or grin) A dark robe, a black jacket with a high collar, dark gray leather jeans, black gloves and black shoes. Has a tail.

## A little about the character:

### Relatives

mom– Ashley Harris (dead)Dad– David Harris (dead)Sister– Jade Fletcher/Midnight Jade (alive)

## Physical description

### Eye color

*Unknown*

**Shadow demons -** are a race of demons that live in the underworld. They consist entirely of shadow energy and receive energy from darkness. They are tall and slender, with shiny red eyes. Most of them live in the Realm of Shadows, a distorted, distorted city of strange buildings made of shadows and red sky. Shadow demons are one of the few demons that can come to the surface without possessing anything. Outwardly, they disguise themselves as people. Often they were what they looked like when they were alive, with minor changes. Their human form is permanent by default, but they can assume other forms for a short period of time. Their blood and organs are made of shadow energy, a substance that can turn into liquid, gas, plasma or even solidify. Shadow demons disappear into the darkness and move without making a sound. With disembodied claws, they tear out and devour the fears of victims, taste memories and revel in doubts. Bright light is their enemy, it reveals their true form, dispelling the blurred darkness and illuminating the winged humanoid, the lower part of which is dispersed by smoke, and whose terrible claws tear the mind of the victim. A shadow demon doesn't need air, food, drink, or sleep.

Kendall is similar to them. He doesn't live in their world, but he can contact them. The guy did not expect such global changes, Kendall just wanted to see and hug his sister again. He, just like her, does not mind tasting the blood and flesh of the victim, he does not have enough fears, screams and pain. He has sadistic tendencies, and sometimes he can behave excitedly. Kendall can swallow the victim's soul or turn it into a shadow that will obey him. Such shadows are his assistants, have not names, but numbers, and at the slightest disobedience the guy can burn them. It's still easier for him to get new ones.

Kendall doesn't use an individual, and he can't because it's not the real him. The guy talks easily, but the physical person changes smiles. He had horns and wings, but Kendall refused them - they were cut off for him. Horns can appear in the form of a black aura, and on the shoulder blades, where there were wings, there were stumps.

**Fears:** 1. Losing Jade 2. Fire

**Victims:** Girls

**Weapon:** Saw

**Method of murder:** Lures the victim to a place where there are fewer people, cuts off her hands with a saw, possibly other limbs, and leaves the victim to die of blood loss in the same place. Sometimes he gets into the victim's house.

**Abilities /Skills/Powers:** Invisibility. The ability to penetrate dreams and read thoughts, manage them. The ability to disappear at any time becomes material.

**Characteristic features:** (Positive): Can be compassionate (Negative): hot-tempered, depressive, aggressive, violent.

**Disorders:** *Hallucinosis*, or hallucinatory syndrome, is a psychotic disorder, the main manifestation of which is a plentiful influx of hallucinations (usually simple, that is, within one analyzer), in the absence of disorders of consciousness. And insanity is an outdated concept to define a whole complex of mental disorders. Most often, the term madness is used in painting, in literature, along with another term – "madness". By definition, insanity or insanity can be temporary, caused by pain, passion, obsession, and was mainly treated with prayers or magic. Hallucinosis is unknown how it appeared, and madness because of an obsession with his sister and a fetish for women's hands.

## History:

I was the only child in the family, and from the age of twelve I rarely saw my parents. I only managed to spend time with them when they were on vacation, every fall. Mom worked as a landscape designer, and dad was a programmer.

Being alone in this big house was a little unpleasant.. I've always wanted a sister. I was eleven years old at the time and I decided to talk about this topic. But the news that my mother told me only made me sad. It turns out Aunt Alice was pregnant, and died due to internal bleeding.. At least that's what they told me. Although I didn't quite remember my aunt, I knew she was a good person. Mom said: ,, Alicia is just an angel. I loved my sister. Alice has helped me so many times, and I am very grateful to her for everything she has done for me."

I thought, since my aunt died, so did the baby. This made me even sadder. Mom told me not to screw myself up, because no one said anything about it, and it was pointless to ask the doctors, since she didn't know which hospital Alice was in. I had hope, but every year, it faded more and more.

**——————**

I turned nineteen years old. I studied engineering at a technical university. Nothing so interesting happened in it that I could share. Then I was reading a book that I had wanted to read for a long time, but the current circumstances did not allow me to sit down for this case in any way. It talked about corruption and conspiracies. The book was called, "The Evil Eye, corruption and conspiracies", of course, I didn't believe it much, but, to be honest, I was interested. There were also books about cults and sects in my room. I hid them away from my parents' eyes, because they would not understand me and would hang labels.

My home phone distracted me from reading. I put the open book on the bed with the leaves facing down and, one might say, flew out of the room, went down the stairs one step at a time and went to the table where the white phone was lying. A small red light bulb lit up at the same time as the sound. I picked up the phone and heard a woman's voice. Probably about forty-five years old.

– Hello, is this the Harris family home?

– Hello, yes, this is Kendall Harris speaking.

"Where are Mr. and Mrs. Harris?"

– They are not at home now, and they will stay only in the fall.

The woman was silent for a while, and I was about to put down the phone, but then she spoke again.

"Are you their son?"

- Yes.

– Then can you come to the monastery? It's about your family and the Fletcher family.

Before I could say a word, she hung up. The beeps went off. For me, this conversation seemed very strange. Does this woman know my Aunt Alice? If he hadn't come, he wouldn't have known. I began to pack quickly, but I didn't hope for anything. I took the keys to my black, with a deep blue tint, "CHRYSLER" from the table and soon drove out of the fence onto the road.

I drove for a long time, through the village and past the forest. It was quite large, and almost connected to one of the alleys. The smell of fir, along with the wind, penetrated into my car, and another freshness of the forest. The local places of the village were as if they were not alive at all. I haven't met a single person yet when I was driving by. Well, what else can you expect from a remote part of the city? Not far from the cemetery... I knew only one monastery that was located next to it. That's where I was going.

Finally, I arrived at the place. A gate, and behind it a large field, part of which was dotted with daisies, and the same white monastery with golden domes. I drove the car around the field for a bit, stopped and got out. After a while, one of the nuns, the abbess, I think, began to come to me. Soon, a woman was standing in front of me, about an arm's length away. I didn't hesitate and introduced myself.

– Hello, I'm Kendall.

"I understand that," she replied, nodding slowly.

An awkward silence hung between us. I wanted to ask about my aunt, but the nun slowly began to tell me everything herself.

– How best to explain it to you.. – she began. – Your Aunt Alice, I believe, came to our monastery, and then died..

– I didn't let her finish – I was told that she died of internal bleeding....

– We don't know what suddenly happened... She clutched her heart and then passed away. Alice came to us with her daughter. The girl was five years old at that time.

"How do you know my aunt?"

"I'm a distant relative of hers. I called you on the account of a girl, or rather already a girl, and I would like to transfer custody to your family.

– Okay, – I smiled – Can I see my sister?

The abbess nodded, looked towards the monastery and shouted: ,, Jade, come out for a few words!"Jade is a beautiful name. On the first floor of the building in the window I noticed a girl who was reading a book. She turned around and looked at us. The abbess waved her hand to herself, making it clear that the girl should come out to us. Jade slammed the book shut and timidly left the monastery. The abbess told her my name, that I was her cousin, and then left us alone. I didn't know how to start a conversation, but I only looked at the snow-white dress with lowered shoulders. It suited Jade, and her thick blond hair glowed in the sun. I felt like an angel was standing in front of me. The angel who looked at me with his mint eyes, clutching the book, the New Testament in his tender, pale hands." I was overwhelmed with joy. Did my dream come true? But there were a lot of questions, and it seems that no one will give answers to them. After all, Mom said correctly then, "don't wind yourself up." I hugged my little sister with joy. Such a delicate, fragile, sweet, really an angel. She stood for a while in disbelief, and finally, her hands slowly descended on my back. I hugged her to me and didn't want to let go so quickly because I couldn't enjoy this moment. My hair smelled pleasantly of sandalwood and summer freshness and it seemed that I would soon drown in them.

The Abbess returned with a suitcase. Jade released me and looked at the woman with sadness. I think the Abbess has already talked about this with her. I took the suitcase and put it in the trunk. Jade was still standing and looking at the monastery with a sad look, and I understand her, because, you can say, she is leaving her childhood home." The pale face of the little sister was again illuminated by the summer sun, but sadness only spoiled everything. I wish I could make her happy somehow... I had such an unpleasant feeling, as if I was taking away her happiness and the meaning of life.. Jade finally got into the car in the front seat, and we drove off.

She didn't say a word the whole way, but just stared out the car window at the trees flashing past us. Since the road was going to be a long one, I decided to start a conversation with my sister in order not only to let the boredom hanging over us go out, but also to get to know Jade better.

– At first, I cleared my throat and asked from afar – Where is your father?

– I'm an orphan.. Jade answered briefly, but it wasn't entirely clear what she meant. I knew that, but this answer didn't quite match the question. Then it became clearer when his sister added – He married another, more statuesque woman, leaving his mother pregnant.

– How was your childhood? Will you tell me? – I had nothing to add and I moved on to another question. Of course, it was a damn disgusting act on his part, but it came to my mind later.

– Not good and not bad. Despite the inhumane treatment at boarding school, it was normal for me to live the way I lived. Jade took a deep breath and then continued. – I'll be honest with you.. I was lonely, and from time to time my soul was filled with sadness. I just wanted to live like everyone else.. With my family... The abbess, of course, cared and loved me, but she could not replace my mother.

I realized that I was only upsetting her with my questions. I didn't want that at all and didn't want to bring up a sore subject for her, but I think she should have told me anyway.

That was the end of our conversation, and by this time, we had already arrived.

I parked the car on the lawn and, taking Jade by the hand, led her into the house. She looked at it from the inside for a long time, and I distracted her a little by telling her about myself. He said that his parents are not here now, and that they are constantly at work and very busy with their duties. About how I rarely saw them, and often stayed alone in this big house... But now she will live here and I will not be so lonely. And he added that I also always wanted a younger sister. Jade looked at me with regret. Mint eyes shone like glass, and there was a feeling that they would soon burst into tears. I went up to my sister and patted her on the head, took her suitcase with her things and escorted her to the room. I would like to spend more time with Jade, but let her settle into a new place for now. I decided to help her sort things out, but first I went down to the kitchen for tea. I wonder if she likes chamomile tea? I didn't care which one to drink, so I brewed two with different flavors. Soon the tea was ready, and I went back up the stairs to my sister.

In the room, Jade was looking at the things that the abbess had collected. Probably checking if everything was folded. Although there were only three T-shirts of different colors, a white T-shirt, plain pale pink pajamas, two sports tops, shorts, jeans and... Books? Not a single toy from childhood? All things, things and books. Sorry..

– Jade, would you like some tea? – suddenly I remembered that I was standing with a tray. – It's probably a little cold, but I can warm it up again.

– No need to warm up, I like to drink warm tea.

– Well, then what will you be? Bergamot or chamomile?

– Chamomile! – the sister answered quickly, perked up and changed her face a little. She smiled, got up and came over to me for a mug. After taking a sip of tea, Jade put the mug on the table and continued sorting through the things in the suitcase.

Among them I noticed a photograph in a wooden frame. Aunt Alice. Sighing, I sat down on the bed. I didn't want to drink tea anymore, but I was also surprised that Jade loves chamomile tea as much as my mom. I don't like him. It doesn't taste very good.

– Do you really like chamomile tea? It's not exactly pleasant to the taste.

– Why not pleasant? - the sister bowed her head in a sign of misunderstanding. - Infusion of chamomile flowers has an anti-inflammatory, antispasmodic, moderate antimicrobial effect.

My eyes widened at this information from Jade's mouth. Who does she want to be? A nurse or a pharmacist?

– So you're going to go to medical college? To whom?

– Yes, I would like to become a traumatologist, well, or a pathologist.

– What do you mean? – I was stunned. So cute – and,, a pathologist"? It didn't fit in my head. – I thought you were going to be a nurse, or a pharmacist. I just don't see you as a traumatologist, much less a pathologist.

– I don't know yet. In general, how to develop, however, why not? I think it's interesting to help the investigation for the police. Well, or just to help people.

– Will it be interesting for you to dig into corpses or to contemplate deep wounds?

– How it will turn out, and where they will take me, but I want to go there or there.

Jade continued to look at the picture of her mother, and then put it aside and began to sort through the books. I sighed heavily and, having warned my sister, left.

And he came back with a gift. Jade was lying on the sofa in the living room and reading one of her books. She was wearing shorts and a blue T-shirt. I went up to my sister and handed her a little, plush angel girl. The wings were made of mother-of-pearl fabric, and the blonde hair was neatly braided in two ponytails from below. On his head was a white cap in the likeness of a cap with lace at the bottom. I didn't know what it was called correctly. Jade put down her book and sat down in front of me.

– Here, here's a gift, my angel – I smiled

– My birthday is the twenty–ninth of October - the sister bowed her head and looked away, embarrassed.

I didn't know how to react, but I found out her birthday and she liked the compliment. After all, my sister is a little strange. Of course, all people who did not have parents had their own cockroaches in their heads. Jade had a few of them.

– Really, in your opinion, gifts are given only for holidays?

– Well, yes. In my case, they are not given at all.. They didn't give it to me. – Jade stretched out a pause, and then looking at the doll, took her in her arms and hugged her – She's so cute! Thanks! then she hugged me.

How wonderful it is when your own hands fall on your neck! So warm and cozy. I'm sure Jade felt more joy than I did, or else she wouldn't have held me in a vice like that.

We spent the whole summer together. So often that I completely forgot about my girlfriend – Lori. Jade was more important to me right now. I haven't seen my sister all my life and didn't even know about her existence. I shared her pain that had accumulated inside her soul and tried to support her. Of course, I spent more time with her. But Lori came to me one day and we had our first fight. Still, I didn't regret it. Selfish... She said things that she had never experienced before and did not know. She doesn't understand what it's been like for me all these years, almost alone.

When her filthy tongue touched my sister, I was seized with anger. Then I punched Lori in the face. Not strong and not weak: ,, How can you just turn your tongue?! It is correct to say "until a person experiences what another feels, he will never understand it!" And now get out of my house! I don't want to see you anymore!", - I've never raised my voice so much to anyone. I don't understand what came over me then.. She ran out of the house, hiding her tears. I was still angry. Disgusting already!

Jade came down the stairs and asked carefully.

– Did you have a fight with your girlfriend..? Because of me?

"Why not?" No, it's fine.

I went up to my sister and hugged her. I didn't want her to feel guilty. Although there was no guilt at all! It didn't concern her at all. Jade pulled away from me and started walking back up the stairs to her room, but then she put her hands on her head and slowly sank down on the steps. I ran up to her, trying to figure out what had happened.

– Jade, is everything okay?!

"Not really. I think my blood pressure has risen again.

– You know, I've always wanted to ask about your pale skin. Why do you have it like this?

I found out that my sister has anemia (anemia). Low hemoglobin. My mother told me that my aunt also had this disease. Jade drank a lot of pills and potions, as it turned out, and now suffered from headaches from time to time. I helped her up and took her by the arm.

– Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were seriously ill?

The nurse shrugged her shoulders. I helped her down to the living room, still holding her arm. Jade slowly sat down on the sofa, and I sat next to her. The anger passed, but there was an experience. Worry about my sister.. Sighing, I picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. He helped to get rid of thoughts about the evening quarrel with Laurie. Later, the gaze shifted to Jade. Her eyelids slowly stuck together, and after a while she began to sniff, lowering her head on the armrest of the sofa.

**—————**

When summer was over and the school days came, I helped Jade get into medical college. She was a little worried at first, but then she passed the interview normally (according to her), passed the entrance exam, and entered. Of course, I was happy for her.

The other day, my parents called and said that they were detained for two months from vacation. September and October. They will arrive by the end of October. Their vacation was postponed from November to January. There were advantages to this. They will finally attend my birthday on January 13th.

After the next couple, I returned home, and throwing my backpack on the nightstand, sat down on the sofa. I was falling off my feet (very tired). I didn't think that this day would be the hardest. Jade hadn't returned yet, and it was already late afternoon. Maybe he's out with his friends again? She talked about them, and I knew the two girls well enough. I forced myself to get up and went to the kitchen to have a cup of coffee.

Outside the window, the wind whirled the fallen leaves in a small whirlwind on the asphalt, and then lifted them up. It reminded me of Jade's upcoming birthday, in three weeks. I was an impatient person, so I decided to give a gift now. The lanterns lit up the dark street of our block, and the sister is still not in sight. I was about to call, but I remembered that she had left her mobile at home. He was right in my eyes, calmly lying on the table next to the sink. I looked anxiously out of the window and wondered if something had happened. At this time, not a few, sorry, jerks walked.

An hour later, Jade appeared around the corner of someone else's house. Her business uniform suited her: a white shirt, a gray jacket, a black straight skirt, dark tights and beige pumps. I rushed to the threshold and immediately opened the door, waiting for the arrival of my sister. Leaning against the wall, I looked at the floor with my head bowed. As soon as Jade appeared, without giving her a word, I began to resent. Like, why did she stay late, almost until late? To this, the sister replied that she had stayed too long in the library near the college and forgot about the time. She apologized, lowering her head guiltily. I exhaled, then said that she should warn me in advance, and told me exactly what was bothering me. Jade nodded and was about to go, but I remembered about the gift and stopped her. He was lying at the bottom of the hallway closet. Finally I found the box and gave it to my sister, saying that I didn't want to wait three weeks and gave it to her now.

When Jade looked inside the box and began to sort through the new clothes with her fingers, I noticed that at first she smiled, and then I noticed how tears appeared in her eyes. I didn't understand what was going on, and what happened? The answer to the question was: "It's okay, tears of joy" Even if it was, I still didn't like it. I hugged my sister, telling her to smile more often, and I liked it when a smile lit up her delicate face. Once again, Jade's hair touched my face, this time giving off the smell of blueberries.

The sister went up to her room, and then a little later, went down to the kitchen. I saw her drink a couple more vitamins, and then she lowered her head. Jade sat down next to me on the sofa, and I told her the news I learned today.

– Tomorrow Mom and Dad will come.

Jade roused herself and asked quietly.

– Will my aunt and uncle like me?.

– Of course! I already told them about you on the phone. Mom already gasped, and said she couldn't wait to see you. Literally: ,,She probably looks so much like my sister!"

Jade smiled a little. Touching her forehead, she got up and went back to her room. Probably decided to go to bed early. And I felt empty inside, I don't know why. A little later, when I went up to the second floor, my hand reached for the door handle of my sister's room by itself. She was sleeping peacefully, clutching an angel doll to her, and smacked her lips in her sleep. The smile stretched itself on my face, and then, admiring my sister's dream, I closed the door of the room and went to my room.

Starting tomorrow, in the evening, the parents arrived. Mom joined Jade, peppering her with questions about life and health. I was sitting next to them, watching TV and simultaneously listening to their conversation.

Then mom pulled her sister along to introduce her to her close friend, Clara Nelson. To be honest, I didn't like this woman. Her character is painfully complicated: stubborn, sometimes proud, and sometimes simple, indifferent, and most importantly, she will never think and sort out the facts before doing anything. Mom didn't care about these shortcomings. She always found good qualities in her friend.

I told Jade about Clara, and she just said that she was interested in talking to her. My sister liked the topics about psychology that Clara studied and knew. And still Jade didn't talk to her much.

We lived happily until that ill-fated day came. 08.10.2012, I was going to study as always. Jade ran, combed her hair on the go and didn't even eat. I managed to throw my sandwich container into her bag because I never wanted to eat.

– Should I let you down? I asked involuntarily.

– No need. I'll walk.

– What else! So you're always walking alone, and you're sick, and it's cold outside today.. – what I just didn't tell, if only she would go with me, because she really went alone, and I was bored.

Jade gave up and agreed. The nurse adjusted the bag on her shoulder, and then got into the car. She was sitting quietly again, looking out the window.

– I feel bad...

She sighed heavily and unbuttoned one button of her shirt near her neck.

– Are you stuffy? Open the window a little.

Jade did so. She took a deep breath, and then folded her hands on her stomach, yawning often. At first I thought that my sister didn't get enough sleep, but then an idea came to my mind.. It's because of hunger and stuffiness. I was hoping Jade would eat. It seemed to me abnormal to be so thin at the age of sixteen. In principle, the little sister ate little. She will eat a large plate of soup with meat, and then what you won't offer her, I don't want", ,, I'm not hungry". So, I ran to the kitchen and ate something small: sandwiches, fruit, sweets with tea.

I drove to the medical college. Jade got out of the car and waved at me with a smile. The girls ran up to her and pulled her along. A black-haired girl looked at me over her shoulder with a smile, and then, catching my gaze, turned away. She seemed to like me, but it wasn't that important to me.

After school, I was driving home, and since the road was long, straight, without bumps and speed bumps, and most importantly without any cars, I accelerated. I wanted to feel the wind and speed. I loved it. If Jade saw me now, she'd probably kill me. Like: ,, Why the hell did you accelerate? Tired of living, and if something happens?! Are you crazy or something?!"True, Jade never swore, and if she did, she immediately covered her mouth with her hands or first touched one cheek with her fingers, then the other.

Unexpectedly for me, a Rolls-Royce drove onto the road. I understood what was the matter, because he was looping and, perhaps, the driver was not sitting at the wheel in a sober state. He also accelerated and accelerated. I tried to drive around him, but I couldn't, and there was an accident, but I was still conscious. My head was bleeding, and after that my eyes were blurred. I felt an unpleasant smell. I couldn't get out. The last thing I saw: people and a blue ambulance light.

**—————**

After the accident, I didn't remember anything. Of course, I was in a coma, and all this time I was wandering somewhere. Only every day I felt someone's presence. Someone touched my burned hand with his tender palm, and did not let go. I had no idea that I was going to die soon. Although I vaguely heard, "Internal bleeding" Like, these words were spoken by the doctor.

I died two days before my sister's birthday.. I didn't like Jade's condition. She was depressed, had little contact with her friends, did not leave the room and practically stopped eating. At night, looking at the doll I gave her, I could barely hold back tears. I was at a party, and the atmosphere was not fun. Jade, except for one plate of salad, didn't eat anything, not even a cake. She wore a black tight-fitting dress with long sleeves fused into gloves, and with a large hood (my gift). Now, this joyful little angel has turned into. A sad dark angel or something. Jade looked out the window at the rain and thunderstorm. I wanted to hug my sister and say, "It's okay, I'm with you. Don't be sad, please," but she didn't hear or see me...

When I had the opportunity to wander through the forest, I noticed a certain sect. Since none of the people present will see me, I decided to look at their call. The spell is a dreary one, and also, at that time, I didn't want to think about whether they really killed an innocent person, because this bottle of blood alarmed me. When they finished, something started happening, and I wasn't interested anymore.

It was late afternoon. I was thinking about Jade. I really wanted to touch her again and hug her. I couldn't bear to see my sister unhappy. The realization that she couldn't see or hear me was infuriating! I couldn't stand it and threw out the bitterness that had accumulated inside... Sometimes our desires go beyond expectations and possibilities. After a while I heard

– Do you want your sister to see you? Smiling and happy?

I looked around and noticed a tall, broad-built, black figure that smelled of stench: bloody eyes, horns on his head, and behind his back, perhaps, large wings were visible. His aura was glowing black. The voice sounded monotonous, low, and was double. Can he really see me? How? However, it didn't matter. I answered automatically.

- Yes..

"Well, you little soul. I can give you what you want, even a little more. To do this, you need to shed your own blood.

,, Native blood"? What he meant, and why he needed it. I kept thinking about it and soon came to a conclusion. Native blood - parents... I'll have to kill them.. Is that exactly what I wanted?

A couple of minutes later I found myself in my room and clutching a saw in my hand, which I took from the storage room on the first floor of our house. These words stuck in my head. I wonder if Jade also belonged to the "native blood"? I stood and thought for a long time until my father came into the room. I saw fear in his face and maybe he didn't notice me, but, "flying" saw for sure. ,, Act now!", the voice of a demon nearby was heard. Reluctantly, I did what he ordered. I don't know what force worked, but I didn't want to stop there. I wanted more blood and pain myself.. My father was screaming and begging for mercy, and it took me a moment to realize that he was smiling. The last thing he said, "s-son?" My mother came running to my father's screams and interrupted me from the case.

–S-son? What are you...? And... w-how? She saw me, and there was fear in her voice.

By this time, my father had fallen silent, and I stood up, showing his dismembered body to my mother. She wanted to scream, but I wouldn't let her. I still didn't have enough. There was an irresistible desire for blood, meat, pain, screams and tears. I casually pushed my mother to the floor, and she looked at me barely holding back tears, from time to time, shifting her gaze to the bleeding corpse of her father. Soon she began to sob loudly, repeating: ,Why? Kendall, my dear.. W-what have we done to you? Why? Why are you doing this to us?"

I had nothing to say. I put out her eyes so she couldn't look at her father anymore. Sawing the humerus bone on both hands was very uncomfortable and took a long time. The screams from my mother's mouth flowed like a noisy stream in a river of pain, tears and despair, which amused me even more. I couldn't stop smiling and just looked at these beautiful splashes of blood.

Suddenly, my eyes began to burn, as if lemon juice had been poured into them. The smile stretched painfully wide on his face, and the face itself burned unpleasantly. I could feel my body burning. After the torment, I heard the voice of that demon, as if he had read my thoughts, or rather the question that I asked myself, "what is happening to me?": ,, You sold the souls of your parents to become like me - a shadow demon," this answer did not quite correspond to my question. He shut up and didn't say anything else.

I looked at myself (the new one) in the mirror. My eyes became completely red, and blood was flowing out of them drop by drop. From the eyelids to the eyebrows, either painted, or were part of my new body, black crosses. When I touched them, I realized that they really were part of this body. The smile has become terrible! She was black, and there were white fangs in her. I could close my mouth, but he was still smiling. This time the teeth became even. I couldn't make another emotion, just a smile and that's it. I couldn't move my lips when talking either... But if he was silent, then his mouth became ordinary. I myself was dressed in a dark gray (almost black) robe, a black turtleneck, black leather trousers with some kind of logo and black shoes. Looking under the jacket, I noticed that my body was badly burned in some places, but my face was pure white.

,, Aunt, Uncle! I came!", – Jade's voice made me move away from the mirror and wait. After a while, somewhere in the back room, my mother's cell phone rang. Then my father's mobile phone, which was in this room, began to ring. I picked it up and saw that Jade had called. Knowing that she was coming up here to me, the smile itself stretched wide on her face.

The door of the room opened and the sister appeared on the threshold. She was looking for a light switch, but found only a button from a desk lamp. She could light up the whole room, even though it was so small. Jade's scream sounded loud, and then a quiet cry followed with deep sighs and exhalations. I stood in front of her, and she began to slowly move away from me until she hit the wall. Her shoes were slightly stained with blood. I liked the fear in my sister's eyes. Initially, she didn't believe it was me.. I understand. I didn't tell the truth about my parents – I lied. Jade continued to whimper, and I wanted to hug her, and she: ,,Don't touch me! The murderer! You killed those who were dear to me! I hate you, you fucking freak! Get out of my sight, demon!!" I wanted to embroider crosses in front of her eyes, like mine, but I couldn't. I loved Jade too much. Then I had other plans for her.

**—————**

In a psychiatric hospital for mentally ill people, I did not leave Jade's side and gradually drove her crazy. I realized that I could get into other people's thoughts and make people see terrible nightmares, or a terrible event that happened to a person or to his family in the past. Thus, feeding on fear and pain.

There weren't really any single padded rooms in this clinic. People with a sick soul were treated here (i.e. they helped to forget a terrible incident that affected the mental psyche). Scientists were working in the basement, but I didn't understand why they were needed here. At first glance, it seemed to me that they were developing drugs and drugs for patients. In general, this should have been done by laboratory technicians. Only one thing was clear, there was something not clean in this place.

Jade wasn't fed enough. I have already seen how her spine and ribs bulged when she bent her back. I could touch her bones, but I was immediately enveloped by the desire to break them.. My sister didn't sleep much (mostly because of me). She screamed and even cried sometimes. One not very pleasant nurse, one day, when she once again came to give sleeping pills, which Jade could no longer drink, quietly said, as she was about to leave: ,, I think this will help you fall asleep faster. I'm sure you're tired of having these nightmares as much as I am when you whimper!"

The nurse refused to take pills, sedatives, etc. The nurses did not even pay attention to her remarks about anemia, and what medications she needed to take. Jade became aggressive and nervous from an overdose of pills and drugs. Sedatives also affected this. Her aggression appeared only when she was forced to give an injection in her arm (another of the medications). What was that stupid Clara thinking about?! It was a terrible clinic for my sister! The woman, of course, tried to take her to herself, because she moved to a new house away from the crime scene. Jade's doctor said she was still sick.

When Jade and I were alone, I would sit on the bed in front of her and make sure she could see me. Most often, the sister sat in a pose where people hug their knees. She always wore a simple white dress, and this wooden cross was still hanging around her neck. The dress is simple, short sleeves and a flared bottom. Jade looked into my eyes and just ignored me, and when I wanted to touch her, she turned her face away.

Remember what I said about the plans? And so. Scientists have created a new drug. They wanted to try them out on patients, but the doctors wouldn't let them. I was still able to push one scientist to a solution that was beneficial to me. He did everything I told him to do. The first was my sister. When she was taken to a specially designated ward for this purpose, she would unlock herself and try to escape. After they finally injected the medicine into her vein, nothing happened that made me angry. It was an ordinary drug! When Jade got up from the couch and started walking to the exit, I pushed her against the closet where the acid was. She lost her balance easily. Acid from two flasks overturned on her face and on her hands. I enjoyed the screams of pain. Jade, covering her eyes with her hands, curled up on the floor, continuing to scream loudly. The nurses did not immediately rush to help her. Most likely they were trying to figure out how it happened. Then, when the sister lost consciousness, finally, everyone came to their senses.

I found her in a special ward for the victims. His face was bandaged, but not his eyes. I have heard doctors talking about plastic surgery, but even I know that one operation is not enough. A maximum of ten, and then the face will no longer be the same. It's been five days since Jade got a chemical burn. On the sixth day, a nice nurse came. Lindsay. She never complained about anyone and showed sympathy. Lindsay took off the blindfold from Jade, and she opened her eyes. They have changed a lot. Still, the drug worked. After the nurse explained the situation, Jade went to the mirror above the sink, which was slightly fogged up. She ran her hand over it once, and as soon as the reflection became clearer, she screamed in horror, followed by bitter crying. The nurse covered her face with both hands, inhaling a full chest of air each time, as if she had a paper bag. She knelt down, and without restraining herself, continued to shed tears. Through crying, Jade stammered out simply, "Mom." For a second I realized that I didn't want such a life for my sister. I wanted her to always be with me, but instead I ruined everything.. I couldn't look at it anymore and disappeared.

**—————**

It was sweet for me to drive young girls crazy, to hear screams, to see blood, pleas for mercy or for a quick death. But the fact that I turned my sister into a monster sometimes annoyed me. Sometimes I just liked torturing her.

I now have another goal - to visit my ex-girlfriend. I wanted to enjoy this flow of negative emotions, and most importantly – to feel the blood

## Evidence:

* 1. Kendall doesn't like being looked at. He becomes aggressive and can kill the victim in the most brutal way.
* 2. If the victim can close his eyes in time (with a rag, with his hand), Kendall will still notice her and come up, but he will not want to kill anymore. He'll want to talk.
* 3. If Kendall did not touch the victim himself, then he will kill her parents and relatives.
* 4. Midnight Jade is a younger cousin. Kendall is three years older than her.
* 5. Kendall remains invisible most of the time. He becomes visible when he wants to kill someone.
* 6. The guy doesn't wear a mask. This is his real face.
* 7. Explanation of the face: Let's start with the fact that before Kendall died, his eyes were tied with a bandage, as if they were not there. And the guy believed that he should always be happy and give everyone this smile + he wanted to look like that himself.
* 8. When Kendall speaks, his mouth remains the same unchanged (Constantly happy). He can't show emotions, only happiness, and if he's angry, then the face will still be the same.
* 9. Kendall hates himself. For what he did to Jade and killed his parents.
* 10. Kendall kills only sinners, and girls for his own purposes.
* 11. The guy has a collection. A collection of hands and more often it's women's hands. He needs them for fun or for beauty (as he thinks)
* 12. Kendall can become material at any time.
* 13. Most often, he walks next to his sister, and Jade herself does not see him, but feels the presence of her brother. Kendall thinks he's her shadow.
* 14. He wears black clothes because he doesn't want to be noticed. Kendall likes to stay in the shadows.
* 15. Kendall loves his sister very much and won't let anyone hurt her. In his opinion, only he has the right to torment her no one else.
* 16. A guy can suddenly appear in the victim's room and, in principle, anywhere.
* 17. After the accident, his psyche was disturbed, and after the murder of his parents finally.
* 18 Kendall is to blame for the way Jade looks right now. After all, he was the one who persuaded that scientist to replace the syringes. And then Kendall pushed Jade against the closet and that acidic substance poured out on her. And basically made her a mental trauma for life ...
* 19. If Kendall liked the victim, then he will follow her, keeping an invisible appearance.
* 20. He used to have a girlfriend named Lori, but she left him and went with another. After that, the guy couldn't find a place for himself.
* 21. The eyes are hidden under the crosses, but they are invisible, and there is another mouth in the smile. Kendall doesn't use it until he goes into despair or insanity.
* 22. Kendall has an addiction to cruelly torment the victim. He can sew up her eyes with threads depicting a cross, like his, and sew the corners of her mouth into a smile.(The first, in this form, he disfigured his parents)
* 23. Kendall laughs hysterically after almost every word or action.
* 24. Kendall is a mystical entity.
* 25. The guy can't stand mirrors. He will break every mirror in the victim's house. This hatred is related to the way Kendall looks right now.