The Crow:
Fallen Angel
Chapter One:
"How Many Crows In A Murder?"
Erin had been in the mental institution for as long as her brain allowed her to remember. She had grown up here, for all that it mattered, and she actually really didn't mind the fact that she couldn't remember anything but the institution. This was her home for the time being, and she had learned to be happy with it.
The only thing she wasn't happy about was her lost memories. They were tucked away nice and tight in the back of her mind and she just couldn't make them come forward. She wanted to so badly, but they just wouldn't.
She noticed the way the doctors stared at her, that frightened sparkle in their eyes. She knew whatever memories weren't coming forward were bad, but oddly enough ,that didn't scare her. It made her want to know more. It made her want to work harder to get the memories to come forward. She would hope and pray every night that the door in her mind would open and she would be flooded with memories.
One day she got her answer. A man came to visit her, and he was a handsome man at that. His eyes were full of hurt and sadness, proof of his depressing life. But the way the sadness seeped into his face and smile as well when she entered the room brought pain to her chest, curled up in a tight ball that made her feel uncomfortable.
But he did try to smile at her. He tried so hard to make the smile convincing, to make it so she would believe it, so hard it almost made her cry.
She slowly sat down at the table, staring at the man across from her. "Erin...." He whispered and he tilted his head to the side, looking her up and down. "You don't look as bad as I thought you would...they said you weren't making any process and I had to come here and see for myself if you really were.....gone."
"Gone? What do you mean? I'm right here." She said softly and he nodded, smiling again. That painful smile. She had to turn away for a moment.
"Of course....I just....Erin....do you remember anything?" He whispered and she shook her head.
"I can't. I try to, but it just won't come to me."
"Don't you notice things? Like you...." He sighed softly. "Don't you ever notice that crow sitting on your windowsill all the time?"
She rose an eyebrow, but nodded. "Yes...he....I talk to him sometimes. He says...odd things to me, things I don't understand."
"Really? What does he say?" He said, and reached his hand out to hold hers. She lowered her hands to her lap and her gaze joined them.
"You'll think I'm crazy....and when that happens, they up my drugs." She whispered and lifted her head up slightly.
"I swear, I won't think you're crazy....just tell me what he says."
"The crow says I need to get vengeance, that something happened to me.....my lover...something about how my lover and I were killed...."
"Yes! Did he ever mention any names?"
"Christopher.....and me......." She mumbled. "He killed us....they killed us......" She lifted her gaze to the man in front of her. "But I'm alive....aren't I?"
"Don't you ever notice how you don't get hurt.....?" He shook his head for a moment. "How no matter how much drugs they give you, you still feel the same?"
She stared at him with wide eyes. "What? How did you---how do you know about that?" She whispered, somewhat harshly and he looked around, then slowly slid a letter over to her. "Take it, read it....it'll help you."
She took the letter from him, holding it in her hand and nodding. She pushed away from the table, standing up and heading towards the door. "Good-bye..." She said to him and waited for the security guard to open the door for her.
As she walked down the hallway, she held the letter in her hands, moving it from side to side. This was going to be an interesting read.
As soon as Erin arrived back in her room, and the door was shut, she ripped open the side of the letter, sliding it out of the envelope. She slowly unfolded the letter, and read it quietly to herself.
My dearest Christopher,
All day in my classes, I was thinking about you. And as I drove home, I was thinking about you. I couldn't get my mind off of you, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to. How do you make me feel the way I do? I'm so happy and excited about seeing you after class everyday, and I think about you all through the professor's lectures. I just want you to know that I love you, and I always will, not matter what happens.
Sincerely,
Erin
She tightened her hand around it, and suddenly, a wave of memories began to wash over her. She dropped the letter and backed up against the wall, closing her eyes, sliding to the floor. She put her hands over her eyes and fell to her side, balling her hands into her fists.
She was dancing with a handsome man, a smile of complete adoration on her face. She loved him, but not only that ,she needed him in her life. He meant everything to her. Christopher. He had taught her how to ballroom dance, and they were dancing. A wedding. Their wedding .Oh she was so happy, so full, and nothing could end that, not even death.
And she was giggling, running down the halls of a house, Christopher chasing after her with a water gun. She hid in the bath tub and he came racing in, spraying her with the water gun. She let out a laughing shriek and batted at the water, falling farther into the tub. He climbed in with her, straddling her and kissing her. He then leaned back and began to spray her in the face. She laughed and gurgled on the water.
Water, all around her. Drowning. No air, not enough. But she couldn't get back up. Something was holding her down, and she was dying. But hands. Hands came to grab her, pull her out of the water. It was Christopher, and he held her close as she coughed up water on the sand.
She ran along the beach, sand getting in-between her toes. Christopher followed her, and grabbed her, pulling her close, picking her up. He ran into the water and threw her into the waves. She came out of the water giggling, running a hand through her hair.
Her hands were balled up in his hair as they laid on the bed, making love .His hands roamed about her warm body, sliding along her stomach, making her shiver. He leaned forward to kiss her, and she met his lips, letting out a small sound against them as he continued to push into her.
They were both running, together. But this time, they weren't having fun, or playing a chasing game. They were running for their lives. Christopher's eyes were wide with fright and he shoved her, causing her to go farther forward. "Run, Erin, run!" And there were voices, voices all around them. "You can't run forever, we'll catch you, traitors!" And they ran faster, faster still because they were afraid of that voice, and they knew who it was. But she couldn't remember, why there were afraid. Why they were running. And it came to her.
A tall man stood in front of her, as she sat on the edge of the bed, Christopher next to her, a frown on his face. "You and your man, you fucked up everything. All we needed was for you two to keep quiet, but you didn't, did you? YOU GAVE IT ALL AWAY!" He raised his hand and slapped her hard enough to send her sprawling off the bed and against the wall. "You should have kept your mouths shut, but you didn't. So we're going to fucking waste you both." She looked up from the floor, groggy, but that memory faded to another.
Christopher and her were in a bathroom stall, and she was giggling. He lifted her up and put her against the wall, and smiled lustfully at her, but stopped and lowered her to the ground when he heard someone else coming into the bathroom. He looked to her for a moment, and when they heard a loud scream, his eyes went wide and he turned, looking through the crack in the bathroom stall. She looked as well, seeing a man, threatening and screaming at a sobbing woman on the ground. And just as fast as he came in, he grabbed a gun and shot her in the head, her body slumping to the ground. By reaction, Erin let out a gasp and stumbled backwards, almost falling into the toilet. The man turned around and yanked so hard on the door, it broke the lock. He stared at them. "Listen, you little shits, tell anyone and you're dead! DEAD! Fucking wasted!" He turned and left the bathroom.
Christopher was on the phone, telling the police everything, about the killing, and the man.
The man sat at the table, surrounded by five other men. One by the name of Lefty, and was, oddly enough, sitting to the right of the man. Dasher sat next to him, his arms crossed over his massive chest. Mooney sat on the left of the killer, looking bored, like he wanted to do something he couldn't quite do yet. Roach sat next to him, looking like his name, dirty, and devious. And finally, sat Albino, matching his name, his skin pale as death, his eyes such an odd color, in the light, it could have been pink. And the man, the killer, who sat at the head of the table, as fitting as it was, his name was Killer. They looked like they all had a plan.
She lay in bed with Christopher, his arms around her. She slept peacefully, and he did as well. But the sound of a gun being fired awakened both of them and she looked around, as well as he. He slowly got out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxers, and she got on a robe, following him down the hallway. "I wonder what that was." He said softly and she gasped, pointing towards the group of men standing in the living room. Killer, Lefty, Dasher, Mooney, Roach and Albino. She stumbled backwards and begin to run, and Chris followed.
She was lying on the ground, but she couldn't feel anything. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe. And then it hit her. She was dead. Dead. They had stabbed her, raped her, and Christopher was dead too, after being cut and raped as well by some of the men. They were both dead.
Erin let out a scream as she opened her eyes. She was dead. She sobbed loudly and scrambled forward, breathing hard. Dead, she was dead. She stood on shaky legs, grabbing a scalpel from her pocket, one she always kept. She grabbed it and slid it across her arms, shaking. She saw the cut form, but just as fast as it had came, it closed up, the blood going back into her body. She screamed again and fell backwards. "I'm dead......" She whispered.
