Disclaimer - I don't own Static Shock or any of its characters. I also don't own The Crow or any of its characters.

It was a dark and dreary night in the equally dark and dreary city of Dakota. It was raining outside and seemed as if it would never end. Most people were inside. The animals as well were inside, trying to stay out of the rain. But there was one animal that wasn't inside. A crow. It effortlessly glided through the rain, above the city buildings. It landed on top of a building and let out a squawk. It then glided down into the cemetery that was next to the building.

The cemetery was a dark, almost evil place. The smell of death was thick in the air. The crow flew down and landed on a tombstone. It let out another squawk. The tombstone had an engraving on it.

VIRGIL HAWKINS

STATIC

"WON'T BE FORGOTTEN"

The crow let out another squawk. Suddenly there was movement under the ground. A scream shot up from the ground. The movements under the ground grew more frantic. Suddenly a black lightning bolt shot up, displacing the dirt. There was a sound of wood breaking and a figure pulled himself out of the hole. He was clad in a suit with a tie on. His hair was over his face, soaked by the rain.

Virgil looked at the crow. It flapped its wings and flew from the graveyard. Virgil followed it, stumbling as he walked. As he walked towards the cemetery exit he passed his mom's grave. He stumbled and his hand grabbed the tombstone to steady himself. His mind was suddenly attacked by a memory.

"Hey mom. It's me. Just came by to say hey," Virgil said as he sat down on the grass in front of his mother's tombstone.

Virgil reeled away from the tombstone. He was even more scared and confused now. But for some reason he knew that he had to follow the crow. He continued walking once out of the cemetery. He didn't know where he was going. While walking he had a flashback.

"Hey, Gear, it's all clear on this end," said Static into his shock-box as he flew through the city. He looked at Dakota. It was a really nice night out. This is what he loved; patrolling on a nice night when there wasn't any criminals to bust. Just being in the air was enough.

"Well, you need to be over here. There seems to be some type of robbery under way. It's on the corner of 13th and Young Street, by the docks," Gear's reply came over the small two-way radio.

"I'll be right there," Static said. He slipped the radio into his jacket and pulled a U-turn. He then crouched low and shot through the air towards the robbery location.

The crow that Virgil had been following suddenly came to a stop. It landed on the steps of a house. Virgil looked up and recognized the house. It was his house. He stumbled up the steps and opened the door. The door opened, swinging on just one hinge. Virgil walked in and looked around the house. The house was a mess. There was broken furniture and trash everywhere. Virgil had an odd feeling that it was somehow his fault. He began walking up the stairs to his room.

Static slowed down a bit as he neared the robbery site. It was some kind of chemical plant. Static had no idea why someone would want to rob a chemical plant. He lowered himself to the ground and picked up his flying disk, slipping it into his jacket as he walked. He walked through the doorway, the door was lying next to it, and began making his way through the complex. Suddenly he heard a sound behind him. Static spun around and came face to face with a Caucasian man who was wearing a black trench coat with a red shirt underneath and some jeans. He had white hair the fell to his shoulders and a pair of dark sunglasses on. He looked like he was in his early twenties.

"You must be Static," the man said. His voice was very deep and rumbled as he talked.

"The one and only," Static replied. The man raised a fist and swung. As his fist flew through the air it grew to the size of the man's head. Static jumped back and barely avoided the blow. The man hit the wall and broke a giant hole in it. Static backed up a bit more, his hands up and ready, both of them glowing with purple electricity. The man lunged forward at Static. Static shot a blast of electricity at the man, pushing him backwards and slamming into a wall.

"Heavyfist, what the hell's going on?" came a voice from around the corner. A black man dressed in a gray shirt and black pants came from around the corner. He also had on dark sunglasses and some black gloves. He had a heavy jaw and his head was shaved. He looked to be in his early twenties as well.

"I can handle it Slither," Heavyfist grunted as he pulled himself off the ground. His glasses had been knocked off and Static looked into his eyes. They were yellow with a small, almost cat-like pupil. Static knew them eyes. He had seen them before.

"Night-breed," Static whispered.

Virgil walked into his father's room. It was torn up like the rest of the house. On the floor was the picture of his mother that his dad had always kept on his bedside table. It was bent and there was broken glass on and around it. Virgil bent down to pick it up. As he did he cut himself on the glass. He looked at the cut and watched as it healed itself in a matter of seconds. Virgil picked up the picture and looked at it for a few minutes. He then got up and walked into the next room.

The man known as Slither walked in front of Heavyfist. He slipped off his gloves and sunglasses and put them into his pocket.

"I'll take care of this one," he said. Suddenly his hands began to mold into a different shape. The man's face did as well. Static watched in horror. When the man was done his hands were jet-black snakes' heads and his face looked the same, except bigger. All the heads had the menacing yellow eyes.

"Your ass is mine now!" he hissed. He lunged towards Static, all the mouths showing big fangs. Static shot some lightning at him and ducked. Slither flew over Static, but got a hold of his jacket. Static quickly slipped it off. Using his powers he made it fly at Slither and tangle him up. It wouldn't last long, but it would buy Static some time.

He spun around...and was hit by Heavyfist. Luckily, it only hit him in the right arm, but there was a loud crunching sound and an immense pain shot through Static's arm. Static jumped back and dodged another blow. He shot lightning at the man and jumped to the side, dodging again. Static spotted a pipe on the ceiling. As Heavyfist swung again at him, Static used his powers to rip the pipe off the ceiling and bringing it down on Heavyfist's head with as much strength as he could muster.

Heavyfist fell to the ground, stunned. Static walked over him. After checking him he began to run down the hallway.

Virgil stumbled into the next room. It was his sister's room. It too was a wreck. But there was one thing that was still up. One wall was covered in newspaper articles. It appeared that they had been cut out and collected. Virgil looked at one of them. "STATIC KILLED," it read.

Static ran down the hallway, his right arm limply swinging as he ran. The hallway opened up to a large room. There were many different containers, each containing a different chemical Static guessed. There was a big computer in the middle of the room. At the controls was Ebon. Static tried to sneak up on him but his broken arm bumped a piece of metal off a table, making it fall to floor. Ebon spun around and saw Static.

"So, you've met my new friends?" he asked smugly.

"Yeah, I've met both of them," Static replied. His left hand was now glowing, lightning surrounding it.

"Oh, but what about the third?" Ebon said. A woman stepped out from behind a container. She looked liked she was of Japanese descent and had black hair that fell over part of her face and flowed to the small of her neck. She was wearing a pair of very tight leather pants and a tight, short-sleeved black shirt that had a red gash printed on it. She also had on fish-nettings on the part of her arms that wasn't covered by the shirt. She appeared to be in her late-teens and her eyes were the same yellow as the rest of the night breed.

"Don't move," she said. She extended her arm out in front of her and pointed her hand in the gun position, her index finger pointing right at Static.

"And what are you going to do to stop me?" Static shouted as he lashed out, sending a bolt of lightning at the girl. The girl dodge-rolled out of the way and pointed her finger at Static. There was a gunshot and a bullet flashed out of her finger and shot Static in the left leg. Static felt his leg cripple and collapsed to the ground.

"This is Bullet," Ebon said. He was standing above Static. "And she's my favorite out of my three new friends." Bullet let out a small smile.

"So Static, what do we do now?"

Virgil let out a shout of rage. He swung at the wall and tore the newspaper articles from it. He shouted and swung again and again. One newspaper article floated past him. "CITY IS CHAOS, SKY TURNED BLACK"

"What are you planning," Static grunted. Talking was becoming harder to do.

"Remember that time I tried to cover the city in Dark Matter? What none of you knew is that I had two machines built. I kept one locked away, ready to use it at the right time. I went under and made some new friends and decided now was the right time. All I need are the chemicals to use it now," Ebon said. "And your not going to stop me this time." He looked at Bullet and nodded.

Bullet pointed at Static's head. "Good-bye," she whispered sweetly. There was gunshot, a flash of light, then everything went black.

Virgil stumbled back and looked at the bed in his sister's room. On the headboard was a mask. It was the mask used to represent sadness in plays and drama. It was white and had its lips and the area around its eyes black. There were spike-like lines coming from the top and the bottom of the black around his eyes. The sides of his lips were also painted in a frown.

Virgil picked it up and walked over to the other side of the room. He walked to the cabinet and ripped it open. Inside were brushes and assorted paints. Virgil opened the white and smeared it on his face. He opened the black and colored his lips and the area around his eyes. He drew the spikes coming from the top and bottom of the black area around his eyes. Then he drew the ends of his lips to curve upwards into an evil smile. He threw the paint at the wall and walked across the hall into his room.

He ripped the drawers out of the dresser and tore his suit off. He slipped on some black pants and put on some black boots that were at the back of his closet. He looked above his bed and saw that his black Static shirt was hanging from the wall, framed. Virgil guessed his dad or sister must have put it there after he had died. Virgil walked over to his bed and jumped on top of it. He smashed the fame opened and pulled the shirt on.

Virgil walked over to his window and opened it. The clouds were clearing but it was still dark outside. He looked up and saw that the sky was black. The crow flew up to him and landed on his shoulder. Static leapt out of the window and on the next roof. An evil laugh escaped from his throat as he leapt from roof to roof.

In Sharon's room the paint on the wall had dried. It was in the shape of a crow.

Ending Notes - This chapter is kind of long. I don't know if I'll be able to make all the chapters as long. Also, there were a lot of flashbacks in this chapter. I hope there isn't to many, but I wanted to tell how he was killed and what's going on. The next chapters won't have so many, I promise.