The irony in this story: It takes place in New York City, though I have never been there once in my life. So, this story should be interesting.
Let's get some things clear: Kinkow, in this story, doesn't exist. The main male character has been turned from an innocent, cheeky, carefree boy to a dark, mysterious one. And he has the ability to transfer himself into a raven (hence the name of the story, 'The Raven', and the fact that this is a supernatural novel.)
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Prologue
Traffic was heavy in Time Square. Many people rushed to get to where they were needed. Teenage girls ran around the streets—they ran until they reached Madison Square Garden. They were the cause of the traffic. Although none of them meant to hold it up, how else were they supposed to get to the concert being held? By flying?
But that didn't matter.
Sitting outside of her balcony on Allen Street was a girl of sixteen years of age. The soft wind blew her brown locks in her face. As she stared into the dark night, her brown eyes swept over the city, taking in all the sites she could see from her balcony: The Statue of Liberty, Madison Square Garden, and so on. These are all places she visited.
From Madison Square Garden, the girl could hear the music of the concert—the screaming of girls every age and size. She smiled to herself. A month ago, she had been one of those girls standing in the crowd and screaming at the top of her lungs because her favorite artist was performing.
She glanced towards the Statue of Liberty. She had been in the torch of Lady Liberty. Before that, she had thought that it was impossible. She thought everything was impossible.
Until she met him.
When she first met him, he was in the form of a raven-a bird she had hated the most. He greeted her by sitting on her balcony one day, his presence surprising her. One day, she was out on her balcony, enjoying the night life. What she didn't know was that she had company. The raven stared at her with big, black eyes. She stared back long enough to realize that he had been looking at her intently. As her gaze locked with the bird, the raven poised his wings and soared away. She met him again the next night, and then pondered why the bird kept showing up after that. It turned out that the bird was no ordinary raven.
He was also a teenage boy.
She was amazed by how he can change into a teenager or bird. That ability was thought to be made up, as the girl had heard, but didn't believe it when she saw it in person. She had to recover from shock (and the temptation to yell for help) because it's not something you see every day. If he was a bat, she would of saw it coming. I mean, ever read Twilight, people? But she got a raven bird instead.
The girl, not having many friends, friended the bird. Two months later, she went out with him. Sure, he had to be in the form of a teenager for that to be possible. A thought she ignored was that his was part raven and could be truly evil. Her parents never suspected a thing.
The girl felt a presence appear behind her. "Fly away; you'll be doing both of us a favor."
He chuckled. "I'm fine where I am."
She spun around quickly, coming face to face with the raven/teenage boy. "You won't be for long!" She jabbed a finger on his chest.
It was hard for the raven to take her seriously because 1) She was shorter than him and 2) He knew she didn't mean it.
"What are you going to do?" He teased. "Throw me off your balcony?"
"Maybe."
"Well, you can't."
"And why is that?"
"I'm part bird, remember?" He pointed to himself.
She turned back to the city, her elbows resting on the railing and her head in her hands. "Whatever; I just never want to see you again."
He placed a hand on her back. "I think we both know that's a lie." His hot breath ran down her neck, tickling her, but not in a pleasant way. His hands ran up and down her sides when she turned to face him. It took a lot of willpower for her not to melt in his arms-for to not her not to be loved by him again. It was tempting, very tempting.
His pupils disappeared and was replaced by darkness. The girl, for a second, believed that she was in a horror movie. She became relieved when she realized that this was normal for the boy. Ravens do have big black, hollow eyes, after all. Whenever the girl tried to find an emotion of any kind hiding in his eyes, they would turn black, as if he didn't want her to know about his true feelings.
"I don't want to remember all the cruel, evil things you have done to me." She leaned into him, her head resting on his chest.
He stroked her hair gently. "Really? Because, I remember you having the time of your life when we were together."
"Everything changed!" She yelled, on the verge of crying.
"Let's see what I messed up on, shall we?" He smirked.
She allowed him to drape an arm around her shoulder and lead her out of her apartment. Away from the protection of her parents. Down the stairs and into the streets. And into a dark alley where they recalled everything the raven did wrong.