I've noted that no one seems to bother writing fics about a female Crow.. so I guess I will. :) Oh yeah..the story's not copyrighted to me so don't sue.. and the characters in it are mine.. so don't steal. :)
Warning: Strong content.. rape and shtuff.. necessary to the reason why my character would come back to seek revenge.. otherwise it just would've been kind of boring. Much apologies if it offends you.. this is the only part of the story that gets so bad.. so bear with me and keep reading. :)
The Crow
Black. The deep shadows of nothing more than an inky darkness that one's eyes could not even hope to penetrate. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't feel anything, my senses seemed to be dead. What was going on? How long have I been here? Am I... am I dead? No, I'm somewhat concious, thinking perfectly clear, I couldn't be dead, could I? But then again, I just might be. I can't feel my heartbeat, I can't feel that special bond I had with my love. Those gentle threads of life that strung us both together, one soul in two bodies, was gone. It hurt so bad, to feel that your soulmate was gone, it nearly tore me in pieces. There's a feeling, complete agony, coursing through every vein in my body, mayhaps I was still alive afterall. There was still darkness, but my senses were starting to come back to me. I could smell the fetid stench of decay all around me, that wasn't me was it? I couldn't be rotting. I suddenly started choking, gasping for air; my lungs were burning. Finally I could see again, the grey of a cloud filled sky, and the sad tombstones of those who were no more. I had just crawled out of my own grave.
"What...?"
I blinked. My deep, sapphire eyes were hurting because I could not take even the wan light that filled the foggy air. I must have been down there so long to be hurt by such a pathetic excuse for sunlight; but if I was buried for so long, then how the hell am I still alive? I surely would have suffocated. I shifted my gaze to the marker that was mine and dragged in a painful breath.
Rachel R. Hackett
R.I.P.
August, 25 1980
to
December 23, 1999
Oh lord, I've been dead for over a year, and I was only nineteen when I was killed! What happened? I couldn't remember. I finally broke down in sobs, covering my face with my dirty hands, hot tears mixing with the soil that was plastered to my face, turning it muddy, and clotting it. I started remembering things then, like my love, the special bond I shared with him, and the absence of that force that wove us tightly together. I started crying again, then looked to the headstone that sat gently next to mine. I screamed.
Chandler T. Brown
R.I.P
February 20, 1981
to
December 23, 1999
Chandler had only been eighteen, a year younger than I. He was my Prince, my everything; my lover, my confidant, and my life's companion. He was gone, so was the bond that we shared. How could I not be dead after the loss of such a bond?! When someone experiences such a wondrous thing as a bonding; rarely does one survive the death of their other half. I must not have survived, otherwise I wouldn't have been buried, right? Maybe I was the Crow. I have heard the myths, and legends about how a crow carries a soul to the land of the dead, but sometimes, just sometimes, that soul can't rest, and they are brought back to put the wrong things right. Is that what is happening? If so, then why can't I remember anything? And where is the crow that is to become my guide.
I heard a sudden squawking and a flutter of wings. A glint of pure ebony flew past, then landed upon my tombstone. Deep amber eyes gazed into mine, and I could all of a sudden see what that crow saw, as well as what I did. It was a strange and wonderful experience. The bird had something in its beak, it gleamed a golden color in the light. It was a ring. Oh god it was all coming back to me now; and now that I was gaining memories, my anger was beginning to boil up inside me, blood of the fallen and raped crying out for revenge. I had been viciously murdered, as did my love. The bird squawked again, obviously wanting me to take the ring, so I held out a trembling hand, and watched as the simple, yet beautiful band of gold dropped into my palm. I hurredly slipped it on, gazing at the small diamond that was embedded into it. I didn't bother reading the inscription, I knew what it said. "Be eternally mine, and all of your dreams shall come true." I cried more as I was forced to relive all that had happened to us.
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"Does it get you sweaty?"
Deep brown eyes drilled heavily into the girl's, filled with hunger, anger, and complete insanity. His full lips pressed harshly down onto her soft carnation mouth, taking blood as he bit deeply into her flesh. A scream echoed through the halls of the loft-apartment, upsetting the balance in her bond with her lover. Her clothes were ripped from her supple body, discarded in a heap by the fireplace, covered in crimson liquid that had seeped from wounds made by an incredibly sharp knife. She trembly under the weight of her assailant, sobs bubbling from her throat as he entered her and then pulled out repeatedly, slamming so hard that he drew even more blood. There was no hope for survival now; not even if her soulmate returned to save her. She had lost too much of the fluid that gave her life.
"Please.."
She begged softly, biting her lower lip to keep from screaming again. The second spirit she shared her bond with, the being she shared her body with as well, flickered and died. She had just lost the child that had been growing within her womb. Finally she could not hold it in any longer, she screamed a cry that upset the heavens, as well as every level in hell. A quick blow to the head shut her up, made her vision swim and made her stomach lurch. Her attacker raised himself from her badly beaten body, and another man took his place, entering and violating her sanctity as what had happened not a minute before. This happened to her three more times, making her death a difficult and painful one; one that no one should ever have to experience.
"Sit her up."
A harsh voice barked. All at once she recognized every face that stared into her's; they had once been friends. Her first love, Paul was there, as well as his friend Cody, then there was Kyle, Travis, Matt, and finally Jason. Two of those were Paul's brothers, and horrible creatures for allowing their younger sibling to become a murderer. Groggily, she glanced to the side, seeing that her love was tied to one of the beams that kept the roof from caving in, badly beaten and cut; and they were not done with him yet. The girl would have thrown herself forward to help, but she was too weak from her experience, and too devastated at losing all that she had.
Her lover's body dissapeared in the midst of their attackers, and stayed that way for a long while as the girl cried in pain, curled up in the fetal position. Paul barked another order and her head was snapped up to see the work they had done to her boyfriend; and it truly was an awful thing to lay eyes upon. Chandler was dead, obviously, no one would have survived what they had done to him. His heart was nailed to the post just above his head, a great yawning gap in his belly, spilling his intestines over the floor. His face wa sliterally gone, the skin that had once masked what was beneath now lay at her knees, eyeless sockets staring sadly up into her dulled orbs. They let her stare at what they had done to her other half for a few minutes, then shoved her up against a post that was parallel to the first, strapping her to it. With a few snips of a pair of scissors, her eyelids were gone, laying at her feet, and shorts, deep gashes along the whites of her eyes were glaringly obvious. They did this so that she would have to stare at what they had done to her love while she bled to death. She died an hour later, tears streaming down her cheeks. Their bodies were not to be found until they had already begun to decompose.
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I screamed, sending birds that had been hiding in the trees, fleeing in terror. My fingers clawed at the dirt, upsetting the dry soil beneath my palms. Why had that happened to me? WHY?!! It wasn't fair! No human should EVER have to go through what I had been through! I sat in the dirt for a few more minutes before I pushed myself to my feet, a look of murder in my eyes. The blood in my veins was boiling, and everything around me screamed that I needed to take revenge upon those who had stolen from me. And I would. They would be sorry that they ever set foot into that loft-apartment, and desacrated everything I thought holy. My crow squawked angrily, feeling everything that I felt, as angry as I was, and crying for revenge as the trees and the air did. Soon all would be right in the world again, because of a legend that had come to reality. The Crow.
My betrayers would die.
Warning: Strong content.. rape and shtuff.. necessary to the reason why my character would come back to seek revenge.. otherwise it just would've been kind of boring. Much apologies if it offends you.. this is the only part of the story that gets so bad.. so bear with me and keep reading. :)
The Crow
Black. The deep shadows of nothing more than an inky darkness that one's eyes could not even hope to penetrate. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't feel anything, my senses seemed to be dead. What was going on? How long have I been here? Am I... am I dead? No, I'm somewhat concious, thinking perfectly clear, I couldn't be dead, could I? But then again, I just might be. I can't feel my heartbeat, I can't feel that special bond I had with my love. Those gentle threads of life that strung us both together, one soul in two bodies, was gone. It hurt so bad, to feel that your soulmate was gone, it nearly tore me in pieces. There's a feeling, complete agony, coursing through every vein in my body, mayhaps I was still alive afterall. There was still darkness, but my senses were starting to come back to me. I could smell the fetid stench of decay all around me, that wasn't me was it? I couldn't be rotting. I suddenly started choking, gasping for air; my lungs were burning. Finally I could see again, the grey of a cloud filled sky, and the sad tombstones of those who were no more. I had just crawled out of my own grave.
"What...?"
I blinked. My deep, sapphire eyes were hurting because I could not take even the wan light that filled the foggy air. I must have been down there so long to be hurt by such a pathetic excuse for sunlight; but if I was buried for so long, then how the hell am I still alive? I surely would have suffocated. I shifted my gaze to the marker that was mine and dragged in a painful breath.
Rachel R. Hackett
R.I.P.
August, 25 1980
to
December 23, 1999
Oh lord, I've been dead for over a year, and I was only nineteen when I was killed! What happened? I couldn't remember. I finally broke down in sobs, covering my face with my dirty hands, hot tears mixing with the soil that was plastered to my face, turning it muddy, and clotting it. I started remembering things then, like my love, the special bond I shared with him, and the absence of that force that wove us tightly together. I started crying again, then looked to the headstone that sat gently next to mine. I screamed.
Chandler T. Brown
R.I.P
February 20, 1981
to
December 23, 1999
Chandler had only been eighteen, a year younger than I. He was my Prince, my everything; my lover, my confidant, and my life's companion. He was gone, so was the bond that we shared. How could I not be dead after the loss of such a bond?! When someone experiences such a wondrous thing as a bonding; rarely does one survive the death of their other half. I must not have survived, otherwise I wouldn't have been buried, right? Maybe I was the Crow. I have heard the myths, and legends about how a crow carries a soul to the land of the dead, but sometimes, just sometimes, that soul can't rest, and they are brought back to put the wrong things right. Is that what is happening? If so, then why can't I remember anything? And where is the crow that is to become my guide.
I heard a sudden squawking and a flutter of wings. A glint of pure ebony flew past, then landed upon my tombstone. Deep amber eyes gazed into mine, and I could all of a sudden see what that crow saw, as well as what I did. It was a strange and wonderful experience. The bird had something in its beak, it gleamed a golden color in the light. It was a ring. Oh god it was all coming back to me now; and now that I was gaining memories, my anger was beginning to boil up inside me, blood of the fallen and raped crying out for revenge. I had been viciously murdered, as did my love. The bird squawked again, obviously wanting me to take the ring, so I held out a trembling hand, and watched as the simple, yet beautiful band of gold dropped into my palm. I hurredly slipped it on, gazing at the small diamond that was embedded into it. I didn't bother reading the inscription, I knew what it said. "Be eternally mine, and all of your dreams shall come true." I cried more as I was forced to relive all that had happened to us.
************************
"Does it get you sweaty?"
Deep brown eyes drilled heavily into the girl's, filled with hunger, anger, and complete insanity. His full lips pressed harshly down onto her soft carnation mouth, taking blood as he bit deeply into her flesh. A scream echoed through the halls of the loft-apartment, upsetting the balance in her bond with her lover. Her clothes were ripped from her supple body, discarded in a heap by the fireplace, covered in crimson liquid that had seeped from wounds made by an incredibly sharp knife. She trembly under the weight of her assailant, sobs bubbling from her throat as he entered her and then pulled out repeatedly, slamming so hard that he drew even more blood. There was no hope for survival now; not even if her soulmate returned to save her. She had lost too much of the fluid that gave her life.
"Please.."
She begged softly, biting her lower lip to keep from screaming again. The second spirit she shared her bond with, the being she shared her body with as well, flickered and died. She had just lost the child that had been growing within her womb. Finally she could not hold it in any longer, she screamed a cry that upset the heavens, as well as every level in hell. A quick blow to the head shut her up, made her vision swim and made her stomach lurch. Her attacker raised himself from her badly beaten body, and another man took his place, entering and violating her sanctity as what had happened not a minute before. This happened to her three more times, making her death a difficult and painful one; one that no one should ever have to experience.
"Sit her up."
A harsh voice barked. All at once she recognized every face that stared into her's; they had once been friends. Her first love, Paul was there, as well as his friend Cody, then there was Kyle, Travis, Matt, and finally Jason. Two of those were Paul's brothers, and horrible creatures for allowing their younger sibling to become a murderer. Groggily, she glanced to the side, seeing that her love was tied to one of the beams that kept the roof from caving in, badly beaten and cut; and they were not done with him yet. The girl would have thrown herself forward to help, but she was too weak from her experience, and too devastated at losing all that she had.
Her lover's body dissapeared in the midst of their attackers, and stayed that way for a long while as the girl cried in pain, curled up in the fetal position. Paul barked another order and her head was snapped up to see the work they had done to her boyfriend; and it truly was an awful thing to lay eyes upon. Chandler was dead, obviously, no one would have survived what they had done to him. His heart was nailed to the post just above his head, a great yawning gap in his belly, spilling his intestines over the floor. His face wa sliterally gone, the skin that had once masked what was beneath now lay at her knees, eyeless sockets staring sadly up into her dulled orbs. They let her stare at what they had done to her other half for a few minutes, then shoved her up against a post that was parallel to the first, strapping her to it. With a few snips of a pair of scissors, her eyelids were gone, laying at her feet, and shorts, deep gashes along the whites of her eyes were glaringly obvious. They did this so that she would have to stare at what they had done to her love while she bled to death. She died an hour later, tears streaming down her cheeks. Their bodies were not to be found until they had already begun to decompose.
*************************************
I screamed, sending birds that had been hiding in the trees, fleeing in terror. My fingers clawed at the dirt, upsetting the dry soil beneath my palms. Why had that happened to me? WHY?!! It wasn't fair! No human should EVER have to go through what I had been through! I sat in the dirt for a few more minutes before I pushed myself to my feet, a look of murder in my eyes. The blood in my veins was boiling, and everything around me screamed that I needed to take revenge upon those who had stolen from me. And I would. They would be sorry that they ever set foot into that loft-apartment, and desacrated everything I thought holy. My crow squawked angrily, feeling everything that I felt, as angry as I was, and crying for revenge as the trees and the air did. Soon all would be right in the world again, because of a legend that had come to reality. The Crow.
My betrayers would die.