The city was rotting of something that consumed the nostrils of flesh and roaches. You could gradually hear the softness of the rain patter against the cobblestone streets until it grew intensely to the point of insanity. Anyone would have become quite disturbed by the idea of rain rapidly tapping against a dark cathedral. Sounds of creaking wooden benches, bells swaying in the distance, and those damn crows blinding your view. Why were crows surrounding the church anyways? They were everywhere with sounds that were far more worst than the rain haunting Jonathan eardrums.
"I-I'm not Ichabod. D-don't call me that." His mind shouted as he held tighter onto the bench to shield himself from the crows demise. They were taunting with him. Calling him names as all the other school kids did.
This was his punishment for being a bastard. He would be confined in this prison, formally known as the Keeny families chapel, and pray for forgiveness. Whatever sins he had committed this time surely was not his fault. At least that's what the lanky boy with wormy lips wanted to believe. His grandmother was sure of it that he had committed crimes so severe that he deserved punishment. Punishment that resulted in crows laughing at his own fear. Fear that would drive any sane person off the deep end.
"Why do always care about what others think of you?" Sherry asked, his crush smiling in a polite fashion, as she brushed a strand of his brown locks away from Jonathan face. "I think you're intelligent, Jonathan...I'd like to kiss you now." She sheepishly grinned, puckering her lips in the dark room, and waiting for Jonathan to make a move.
Jonathan meekly found the courage inside of him to try to press his own weight to move. Anything, to try to get his lips against his high school crush.
And just as it had begun it ended.
It was all so sudden, the way her cruel joke twisted; the soles of his feet burned against the pavement as he ran away from her boyfriend and the damsel herself. Society thrived off of others fears and she had played him. He could feel his spine coursing with electrical currents that were so sharp from the impact of a pumpkin, that he fell to his feet, and cursed the two to hell.
"Don't call me Ichabod!" He screamed loudly in the chapel so that the birds swayed in a violent manner. They all seemed to take pride in his tears staining his red cheeks. Jonathan sleeves wiped the snot running from his nose, and then wiped away his tears, with the palm of his hand.
The tall boy stood up hearing the sounds of the cathedral doors open wide. His grandmother, so full of power, stood there in a haunting manner that made his insides quiver. He stared at her with fear and she could sense it. That fear made her frown twist into a contorted grin of satisfaction. Finally, he was allowed to leave his hell.
His eyes flickered up to match the gaze of the darkest crow that peered into his soul. The two were having an ultimate show down and he was gritting his teeth at the sight. "You cannot escape from fear..." He clenched his fists together. "I'll make all of them pay...They'll fear me for once." He mumbled, grabbing his things, and heading out with this hag.