October 30th, 2011 - Devil's Night

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I should've listened to them from the beginning; when I had the chance. If that were the case, I most likely would have never been brought into this situation. And of everyone, anyone that lived in this god-forsaken city, it had to be us that were targeted. What did we ever to do to make ourselves a splotch of grey on a canvas of black and white? What made us stand out from the rest of the population?

I'd read the stories about Devil's Night, the meaning behind it even before all the well-known chaos broke out that one night now familiar to so many people. All the fires, the crimes, the troubles, the murders that went on. It still frightened me to a point of wanting to keep caution every time it rolled around. I jumped at every shadow, flinched at any sound unfamiliar to me. It was only for these reasons, and only on this time of the year. And they were damn good reasons too.

I guess I should've been more careful today. I'd let my guard down near the end of the day and it was a grave mistake. Just when I thought it was safe, it came back and bit me in the ass. Now I was caught between a rock and a hard place- escape and abandon the ones who came to raise me as I am, or stay to help, and ultimately, risk death.

"Look at you, all pretty and scared, eh?" I heard a voice in my ear as I was held down by two large men, causing my face to be buried in the carpeting of the floor. I could already feel my cheeks start to develop rug burns. "Now tell me what you want me to do next."

"I want you to get your grimy hands off of me and my parents, you fuckers!" I screamed back, not ready to give up without a fight. Verbally or physically. "You do anything else to them and I'll beat your goddamn asses into the ground, you hear me?"

With that, of course not listening to a word I had said, one of the men over to my right gave me a sickening smirk before grabbing a pistol out of his jacket and aiming it at my dad, while another did the same and pointed to my mom. My cries and screams were unheard, eyes widening in fear and shock. The unthinkable, unimaginable happened.

My parents were killed right in front of my eyes. There was nothing I could do, I was forced to watch my family die no more than five feet away from me. Unbeknownst to me, the same two guns were now aimed at me.

"You low-life shitheads better watch your backs, 'cause when the police find out, your asses are dead, you hear me? Dead!"

"Sure, just like your dead little hero, right?" they laughed.

"Shut the hell up, you fucking asshole! You talk like that about Eric Draven one more time and I'll slice your fucking head off! I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you!"

A click, then a smirk. "Too late."

The shot was fired, and then, the world around me was gone forever.

The sirens of the police could be heard from at least five miles away now, surrounding the site of the killing that had occurred now no more than three minutes ago. Cops and detectives had been entering and exiting the house at different times during the scene, taking samples and examining the leftovers from the getaway from the thugs that had committed the murder.

Elliot Kramer slowly lifted the flashlight from the ground and clicked it off, putting it back into the holster on his belt. "Nothin' new here…" he murmured, unfortunately bored out of his mind as he adjusted the hat on his head, which hid nothing special- just a stereotypical buzz cut hairstyle. Turning to see his identical twin brother Isaac approaching, he dusted off his shirt and nodded to him.

"Find anything?" he questioned, meeting him halfway. The other cop then pulled a bag out of his coat pocket, filled with a powdery substance of a dark color.

"Yeah, found this after those thugs left the scene. Don't have a clue what it is, but they were obviously high on some shit." He shivered slightly before dropping the bag back in his coat. "Three people killed, two females, one male. Youngest one just turned eighteen."

"The Thomsen family, right? Ellen and Jacob?" Elliot drawled. "They were good people. 'Specially Faye." Isaac nodded. "Yeah, sweet girl. Shame she had to go so early, and in these conditions nonetheless."

The twin brothers turned to watch a series of stretchers roll out of the building, blankets covering two larger bodies and a smaller one from head to toe, the sign of death. Isaac sighed, removing his hat to show off shaggier hair, one way of telling a difference between the two brothers, running his fingers through it before setting it back on his head.

"I think our work's done here for tonight," he spoke. "Why don't we get on home?"

Elliot nodded his approval before following him down the sidewalk, but letting his eyes wander to a crow that flew above him from its perch on a light post down on towards the cemetery.

ONE YEAR LATER- October 30th, 2012

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Lakeview Cemetery was normally a quiet, restful place. Very little disturbances showed up, save for the people who came to visit their loved ones who had passed on, including fans of celebrities who came to honor their idols and heroes. But since it was Devil's Night, the visits, if any, were minimal and scarce. This was one of the only nights of the year that seemed to lack any visitation.

Near the front, off to the right, was a set of three marble gravestones placed evenly next to one another- one in white, one in grey, and the final in black. In order, they were inscribed with the following words:

Ellen Rose Thomsen

August 16th, 1970 - October 30th, 2011

Age 41

Jacob Nicolas Thomsen

March 29th, 1967 - October 30th, 2011

Age 44

Faye Samantha Thomsen

October 8th, 1993- October 30th, 2011

Age 18

Night rolled around, and still no sign of movement from the gates , inside or outside. On this day, no one had come to visit anyone because of the dangers that the night brought. Everything seemed peaceful… almost too peaceful. The only sounds hearable were that of thunder signaling a storm.

A caw was heard in the distance, which came from a crow that swooped down onto the black marble tombstone that had Faye's name carved on it. After looking around quickly for a few seconds, it started chipping at the top of the stone with its beak, denting the marble. Continuing to poke at it, more visible chippings started to appear. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a low rumble was heard underneath the ground… like the sound of a heartbeat amplified on a loudspeaker. It started slow at first, but gradually picked up speed. Following that was a creaking noise, and the crow looked down at the now wet grass and dirt to see a portion of the ground rising up before completely being dug up and thrown to the side, with the help of the now visible open casket.

The black-feathered bird still sat there, now watching the form of a female body with brown hair and blue eyes crawling almost desperately out of the casket, her skintight black outfit becoming soaked by the rain. Her breathing was slow and heavy, coming out in a ragged manner. A flash of lightning lit up the sky for a brief moment before she looked up to face the moon, the crow letting out a loud, long caw at the same time a painful scream erupted from her throat, echoing throughout the sky.

Faye Thomsen had been brought back to life.