Author's note: I do not own the Crow franchise. I do not claim to own the Crow franchise. I only own the characters that were created for this work of fanfiction. Have a nice day!

Gemini

Lightning cracked across the night sky of Los Angeles. Two Crows were standing at the ledge of a tall building looking down at the people walking along the streets. They were the mirror reflection of one another with the exception of their hair and attire. The first was a longhaired blonde dressed in a black leather crop top that showed off most of her abdomen and black leather pants. She wore spiked heeled leather boots that reached to her knees and black leather fingerless gloves. Over all that she wore a black leather trenchcoat that reached to her feet. Her makeup gave her a gothic and almost corpse-like appearance. Her face was very pale, as though she had no blood. Her eyeshadow and lipstick were a contrasting deep dark black. She stood up slowly and looked down, her head moved very slowly from side-to-side as if she were listening to some distant piece of music. The other Crow had a pixie-cut that was colored a dark burgundy. She wore a tight-knitted golden chain-mail halter top and gray denim pants. Tucked neatly under her pants was a pair of heavy black leather boots with ornately decorated silver Old West spurs. Her hands were also covered with a pair of grayish fingerless gloves. She also wore a trenchcoat, but hers only came to her knees. Her makeup mirrored her sister's as well, but was gray instead of black.

"I can see them down there," said the blonde Crow. Her voice was hollow and ghostlike.

"Where?" asked the burgundy Crow looking at her sister. Her voice sounded normal. "I don't see them."

The blonde Crow held out her hand to her twin without looking at her. "I will show you," she said. Her head continued to move from side-to-side. The burgundy Crow took her hand and their fingers interlocked. Both shuddered violently as they felt the images of their memories course between them. Their crows looked on and cawed audibly.

Six Months Earlier:

Allyson Roth was dancing around her room as she was getting dressed to go out for the evening. She looked at her new hairstyle in the mirror. It was a cute pixie-cut and was dyed a dark burgundy. Slowly, she slid into a pair of tight black leather pants and pulled them up over a black lace thong. She stopped briefly once she did up her pants to move to the music. Still dancing, she moved to her dresser and searched for a top. When she found one, she reached behind her to unhook her bra and pulled it off. Then she pulled on the green and gray cutoff baby T-shirt that she had chosen. On the front of the Tee was the number "4" and on the back was an elaborate "X". Both were gold in color. She danced over to her closest and found a pair of black leather boots to wear to complete the look. Once she had them on she went in front of the mirror to appreciate her handiwork. She had the body and face of a supermodel and she knew it. She absently tussled her hair a bit to get it perfectly. Her eyes were drawn to her navel and her new piercing. It was a gold ring with a dangling half heart pendant on it. She smiled wryly and ran her fingers over her stomach. "I'd fuck me," she said and turned to leave after grabbing her ID, some cash, and her car keys.


Jennifer Roth was driving around in her patrol car with her partner Michael St. John. Physically, she was the exact duplicate of her twin with the exception that her hair was a golden blonde and reached to her waist. Michael noticed how well her uniform complimented her perfect body and figure. How he longed to see what was under that uniform. Jennifer gritted her teeth as she realized that he was eyeing her again, and probably mentally undressing her as well. She ignored him and took a turn a bit sharply to snap him from his pornographic fantasy. He slid a bit and had to grab one of the handles above the door for balance. "Shit, Jen!" he said. "You drive like a fucking lunatic."

"Well," she said. "I have to do something to peel your eyes off of my tits."

"That obvious huh?"

"Yup," she said and smiled at him despite herself.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm only human."

"Unit 712," said a voice over the radio.

Michael picked up the radio and pressed the button to speak, "Unit 712, over."

"Burglary in progress at Seventh and Hudson, over," said the voice.

"Copy that, Burglary at Seventh and Hudson," said Michael. "Unit 712 out."

Jennifer spun the wheel and turned the car around as Michael turned on the lights. "And I thought tonight was going to be boring," she said to Michael as she gunned the engine.

To be continued…