The Crow

Bloody Betrayal

Disclaimer: I do not own any thing of The Crow. This fiction is purely fan made. I hope you enjoy this fiction and I will try to update more. This story will be a mix of 1st person view and Third person view.

When one dies and his heart is full of deceit, pain and betrayal,
It withers, dies, and decays.
The soul of a once strong man becomes blackend with greed.
The tormented spirit then rises from the depths of his grave
hence the power of The Crow.
I was revived to take revenge for the Bloody Betrayal of a once good friend and his posse.
Once again The Crow arises to set the wrong things right.

Chapter 1

My name is Okaeshi Karasu. I have shoulder length black hair with red streaks, but my most noticible feature is my icy colored eyes. I'm often seen wearing black jeans and a black tank top. When in Japan I was considered a dishonor by my family. I had moved to America from Japan in order to escape Tokyo, but I soon realized Tokyo was a sanctuary compared to the City of Angels. City of Angels was a dark, desolate, wasteland of crime, drugs, murders, and prostitution. Around every corner was a child of whom no one cared about. One in every three children would be murdered, raped, or various other crimes against them.

There was a little girl I had taken in a year ago. She had the innocence of a six year old. Her choclate brown eyes were so beautiful even the coldest of men would have a hard time remaining cold. Her black hair shined unlike any I had ever seen. She was incredibly beautiful for a chil and I knew when she would become an adolescent, she would turn heads of every guy and pervert in this hell hole. She looked at me with those adorable eyes and asked.

"Mr. Karasu, why are you so different from the others? You're being nice to me and you don't want to rape or sell drugs to me."

My response was, "Mari, some people in this wretched town aren't bad."

Then she asked if I would be her father. This poor little girl was so neglected that she would ask a person like me to be her father. An immigrant from Japan who was dishonored by his family. One who was considered one of the most dangerous in Japan due to the Martial arts taken and the short temper.

"Get some sleep and I'll answer you tomorrow." I responded.

I found this girl as she was about to be murdered. Her mother was killed before her young eyes and she never knew her father. She was quite skeptical of me for the first few months, but opened up after she knew she could trust me. In the city I had found several friends some of which were more innocent than others. As I lay down to sleep I was visited by a crow tapping at my window. I scared the bird away, but couldn't help but feel that there was a reason I was visited by this bird.

The next morning I awoke with serious thoughts about returning to Tokyo, but I couldn't bear to leave this little girl behind, and my family would be surely dishonored, but it didn't matter.. After all, it was me she asked to be her father and I was the only one according to her who would help her. As she slept, I started to count the money I had. I realized that it was enough for one ticket back to Tokyo, but I wasn't about to leave without Mari, so I started cooking breakfast when she awoke. She didn't speak until I spoke to her first.

"Want some breakfast?" I asked.

She nodded her head. I could tell she really wanted me to watch after her. Seeing such a young, innocent child who trusted me made my decision very clear. She already considered me her best friend, so why not become her guardian. I sat the plate down in front of her. She started to eat as I sat my plate in front of myself to eat.

"Mari." I called.

She looked up at me with those choclate brown eyes full of wonder and questioning. Her black hair was a mess and I couldn't help but laugh a little. She was bracing for the worst news when it was really good.

"I will be your guardian, but you don't have to call me your father unless you want to." I said in response to the question. She jumped up and hugged my neck. I felt complete. I finally felt I had something to live for.

"I have to go to work now. I want you to lock the doors up tight and don't let anyone in. Do you remember the secret knock we use?" I asked her.

"Yes, three knocks a pause and three more knocks." She responded.

"Good." I said and walked out the door. I heard the door lock behind me and I knew she was as safe as she could be. We lived on the third story so I knew she was safe from those who would break in from the outside. After walking several blocks I came upon my hell of a job, but it was the only one I could find.