Shadowscythe/Corpse

Samantha Tobriner was never one for school books and her grades proved it. However it didn't stop her from being the hottest girl in her high school. She eked by with her looks and her ability to accessorize. It took a truck to change everything for her. Her hands full of the latest fashion she walked out between cars parked on the side of the road, never seeing the Chevy pickup hit her. Apparently hitting her was the least of the drivers worries, not even bothering to stop to see if she possibly survived. Her body was never recovered, at least not by the authorities, but by the Vahzilok. Some schoolmates wondered where she disappeared to, others were just glad she was gone.

Facemaker had walked in when a reaper was starting to hack Samantha's body. "Stop," she said as the reaper stopped in mid hacksaw flight back onto the body. "Give her to me, she's far to beautiful to be used as parts." The reaper sighs and put the body and the rest of her appendages into a body bag and chucks its over his shoulder to follow Facemaker to her "body shop". In mid-surgery Samantha had come to, "W-what happened," she asked dizzily, only seeing the bright light over head. "You were in an accident my dear, you'll be fine, just take a deep breath and go back to sleep," a female voice said.

The surgery complete, Samantha finally regained consciousness. "Now before you take a look in the mirror," Facemaker began to say before she was interrupted, "What did you do to me," Samantha hissed. Slowly getting off of the hospital bed she went to find the nearest mirror, pushing away anything in her way. Her naked slender pale skinned body was gone, replaced by a gray tone. Her eyes were no longer a brilliant blue, but red hued. Stitches held her head together across her mouth and her through her right eye. Razor sharp claws replaced her pink manicured finger nails. She twitched, her hands began to motion something, in the air a glowing symbol appeared. The ground cracked below, fire and brimstone spew from it, hopping out a small mischievous demon took form. Facemaker had positioned herself behind as many cadavers as possible. Half smiling, half scared out of her wits she said, "It's safe to say I've never seen that happen before, please, don't be rash. Look around you, aren't you still the prettiest thing in the room?" Samantha squints her eyes scanning the room, then looks at herself in the mirror again. She nods, "I guess you have a point." Facemaker sighs in relief and points to a pile of clothes in the floor, "There you should find some of your clothes, though they may not be in pristine condition as you originally had them, but I'm sure you can fix that."