This really started out as a simple favor to Zoe since the guilty conscious on the wimpy girl had grown the size of a tumor, which therein led her to beg that Madison fix what has been made wrong. In the champagne blonde's opinion, you were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time the very moment she flipped that bus of douche frat boys over, but Zoe wasn't having it and it was clear she wouldn't let it go until this was fixed. Okay, maybe the former actress felt a bit bad too for letting you meet the end of her wrath (it really was an accident), so it hadn't taken much convincing for her to begin a resurrection spell over you.

Of course, Madison being her egotistical self, the sight of the crime scene evidence gave her that push to begin playing God. As if bringing someone back from the afterlife wasn't enough, she thought picking and choosing whichever body parts she pleased would create the perfect person. The ideal specimen. And with just a little bit of tinkering through strings that attached you together, the powerful spell came to a completion that entered life into your lungs.

Your desperate gasps for air stunned the young woman enough to take a cautious step back, yet her expression couldn't contain that proud smile. Already, she was seeing the benefits you'd bring to the spoiled lady. Resurrection.. oh, she'd definitely have to be given the title of Supreme Leader now. At least when it was time for the rest of the coven to feast their eyes onto you.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, sweetie," Madison cooed as sweetly as a hungry serpent, taking a hit of her cigarette. No amount of witchcraft could hide the ill intent behind her hazel irises. "Need a cig?"