The Crow: Forgotten Angels
-Grace's Story-
Author's Note: As a disclaimer, I am a fan, writing a FANfic. So, in other words, I pretty much own nothing that was from the movie, even though I wish I could have my own Ashe-concubine. This is just my little spin-off from "City of Angels," following Grace's life. Well, "Salvation" just, um, pissed me off. Unlike the first two, there were no old[returning] characters or any gang activity, and the whole scar-on-the-arm-thing in the beginning totally ruined the rest of the movie.
Anyways, enough of my babbling, and I hope you enjoy my little fic.
--Part I: Scene 1--
She stood in the darkness, watching, just watching, as the smog from the night surround Ashe as he drove away. He was just another person that came and then left, nothing new. She held tighter onto the white cat in her arms, her fingers sliding into its silky fur. Inside, she wished she could go to a better place, too. A place away from the dark and cold, away from alleys and hunger; she wanted to go too, but who would take her? Her, some gutter scum living off scraps and hiding from gangs; she was nothing, and it seemed it would always be that way.
She almost believed that people cared, that they cared about her existence. But no one did, not even herself. Countless days passed when she was hungry, alone and crying in some hidden corner on the streets. The world almost made her think that life had meaning, but it didn't. There was no meaning anymore, not to her life, not to anyone's. No, the days would continue were she sleep only after hours of insomniac, scared and only. Days will fall, turn into weeks, and then mouths, and finally years.
A cold wind entangled Grace, coating her in a new numbness, adding to the pain that her empty stomach already laid upon her. The white cat in her arms rubbed its head up against Grace, as if to comfort its new owner. The chill of night nipped at her bare skin as hundreds of penetrating needles reminded Grace of who and what she was. Silently, the girl walked back into the shadows of whence she came, holding ever tighter to her only friend that rested in her arms. There, in the shadows of ruined buildings, she rested among trash and fell into a state only worthy of the title "sleep."
As her lids closed, the blackness came. The endless void of turmoil and everlasting woe filled the emptiness inside of her. Like an eternal snowstorm, the shut off light swam in a hazy swirl upon Grace's sleeping eyes, turning and turning in a never-ending spiral. Slowly, hesitantly, Grace became suffocated by the tiredness lacing every frozen breath, and slumber finally overtook her aching body.
Morning came and Grace suddenly became aware of her surroundings, though her eyes stayed shut, clinging to sleep. She felt the hard brick wall beneath her back and the uncomfortable stiffness of her bones. The ground was cold and damp, while her head throbbed terribly. Her cat stayed settled against her bare caves, sleeping soundlessly. Grace stood to stretch out her sore bones, when a flutter of wings caught her attention.
On the ground before her hopped closer a black bird- a crow. The bleak morning sunlight shone off an object in is beak, and Grace crouched to get a better look. The crow dropped whatever it was in its mouth and flew high into the air, giving off one loud "caw" before disappearing. Grace loomed over the object, which turned out to be a gold ring, and stared at it in awe. She scooped up the ring into her hands and looked up to the heavens, searching, it seemed, for something. A cold gale passed, sending her long hair flying across her face. Her hand closed around the treasure she held, afraid if she opened her fingers the ring would have disappeared.
-Grace's Story-
Author's Note: As a disclaimer, I am a fan, writing a FANfic. So, in other words, I pretty much own nothing that was from the movie, even though I wish I could have my own Ashe-concubine. This is just my little spin-off from "City of Angels," following Grace's life. Well, "Salvation" just, um, pissed me off. Unlike the first two, there were no old[returning] characters or any gang activity, and the whole scar-on-the-arm-thing in the beginning totally ruined the rest of the movie.
Anyways, enough of my babbling, and I hope you enjoy my little fic.
--Part I: Scene 1--
She stood in the darkness, watching, just watching, as the smog from the night surround Ashe as he drove away. He was just another person that came and then left, nothing new. She held tighter onto the white cat in her arms, her fingers sliding into its silky fur. Inside, she wished she could go to a better place, too. A place away from the dark and cold, away from alleys and hunger; she wanted to go too, but who would take her? Her, some gutter scum living off scraps and hiding from gangs; she was nothing, and it seemed it would always be that way.
She almost believed that people cared, that they cared about her existence. But no one did, not even herself. Countless days passed when she was hungry, alone and crying in some hidden corner on the streets. The world almost made her think that life had meaning, but it didn't. There was no meaning anymore, not to her life, not to anyone's. No, the days would continue were she sleep only after hours of insomniac, scared and only. Days will fall, turn into weeks, and then mouths, and finally years.
A cold wind entangled Grace, coating her in a new numbness, adding to the pain that her empty stomach already laid upon her. The white cat in her arms rubbed its head up against Grace, as if to comfort its new owner. The chill of night nipped at her bare skin as hundreds of penetrating needles reminded Grace of who and what she was. Silently, the girl walked back into the shadows of whence she came, holding ever tighter to her only friend that rested in her arms. There, in the shadows of ruined buildings, she rested among trash and fell into a state only worthy of the title "sleep."
As her lids closed, the blackness came. The endless void of turmoil and everlasting woe filled the emptiness inside of her. Like an eternal snowstorm, the shut off light swam in a hazy swirl upon Grace's sleeping eyes, turning and turning in a never-ending spiral. Slowly, hesitantly, Grace became suffocated by the tiredness lacing every frozen breath, and slumber finally overtook her aching body.
Morning came and Grace suddenly became aware of her surroundings, though her eyes stayed shut, clinging to sleep. She felt the hard brick wall beneath her back and the uncomfortable stiffness of her bones. The ground was cold and damp, while her head throbbed terribly. Her cat stayed settled against her bare caves, sleeping soundlessly. Grace stood to stretch out her sore bones, when a flutter of wings caught her attention.
On the ground before her hopped closer a black bird- a crow. The bleak morning sunlight shone off an object in is beak, and Grace crouched to get a better look. The crow dropped whatever it was in its mouth and flew high into the air, giving off one loud "caw" before disappearing. Grace loomed over the object, which turned out to be a gold ring, and stared at it in awe. She scooped up the ring into her hands and looked up to the heavens, searching, it seemed, for something. A cold gale passed, sending her long hair flying across her face. Her hand closed around the treasure she held, afraid if she opened her fingers the ring would have disappeared.