"Oh my sweet weasel. Oh my sweet hunter...I am so sorry...I am so sorry this had happened to you...your beautiful face, tainted with blood bruises, the once lively eyes lost the spark that ignited them."

Willy choked as he held his daughter limp form, her beautiful hair now caked with blood, her skin pale from bloodless and her body cooked in dried blood and battered bruises. Her voice did not come through. Her sweet eyes...no it was not the end for her. Willy glared at the front door, his eyes holding hatred as tears of pain, hatred and guilt brimmed his robotic eyes. He will bring her back. He will bring her back and she will never feel this pain again. She will be good as new. They can stay together. This will be the gift to make up for all the gifts he didn't attend. He will being her back. He will make her sing, even if it killed everyone in Haysville.

The murder that ignited the Haysville massacre