The Crow: Wings of revenge
By SilverclawRose
Disclaimer: Nope. I don't own The Crow. Actually I do, on DVD, and I love it. But I don't own the idea or anything. But I DO own Damien and Erika, please don't steal my ideas. Don't sue. Me no have much money. Anyway, I'll be updating alot, and now that I've got most of the backround info written, I can really get into the plot. Reviews and helpful comments, no flames. PLEASE REVIEW!
Dedicated to Brandon Lee
The candles on the birthday cake went out, letting loose a cloud of black smoke and clapping.
"Well, my boy, you've come of age. How's it feel to be 18?" the old man asked, mimicking a television reporter. A boy with long black hair spilling messily around his face grined, his green eyes playful.
"Well, Bob, I'm going to Disneyland!" the two waved their hands frantically and coughed between their laughter, trying not to choke. The smoke alarm quitely screwed into the celining began to shriek, causing them to laugh even harder and cover their ears. The man ran a hand through his thinning black hair before he pulled up a kitchen chair. He balanced precariously on it's seat to fanthe air near the loud device, as his son sat at the table before a large cake, still smiling.
"Say Dad...now that I'm 18 and all...." he said sneakily. The man looked down quickly.
"Nope. No way. Not my baby...she's an antique!!" The boy rolled his eyes.
"Aw, come on, can't I take the corvet for a drive just once? Heck, you could come with me! We'll cruise for chicks!" They both began their carefree laughter again, amused at the thought of an old man in a red corvet, winking at pretty young girls.
"Well now, I don't think Emma would be to please with that!" the man said, wobbily climbing down from the stool now that the alarm had stopped. They boy sighed and leaned back. "Now don't you roll your eyes at me, Damien. Emma is a wonderful woman, and I care about her almost as much as I care about you. We've talked about this. I know, she's not your mother...."
"Of course she's not!" Damien jumped in, suddenly upset. "I just..I...oh nevermind." he gazed down at the floor, avoiding his father's look.
"Damien..." the man walked over to his son and heved a huge sigh, before placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's hard. I know. But you're mother will always be waiting for us in heaven. Remember that. Untill then, we've got to live it up, right?" he nuged the boy, who glanced sideways at his dad before grinning a bit.
"I know. I just miss her. But not now, now we have something very, very important to discuss. Something of the utmost urgency." His face went serious, and his eyes widened.
"What?" his dad asked, confused.
"Where I can find the perfect car and work in my new license!" The two spent the rest of the evening picking at cake and discussing cars, reminising about his fathers first car (a shiney, new, 2,000$ Volkswagon bettle. He'd been super-groovy back in his day) and which was better; a hot rod or a mustang.
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By SilverclawRose
Disclaimer: Nope. I don't own The Crow. Actually I do, on DVD, and I love it. But I don't own the idea or anything. But I DO own Damien and Erika, please don't steal my ideas. Don't sue. Me no have much money. Anyway, I'll be updating alot, and now that I've got most of the backround info written, I can really get into the plot. Reviews and helpful comments, no flames. PLEASE REVIEW!
Dedicated to Brandon Lee
The candles on the birthday cake went out, letting loose a cloud of black smoke and clapping.
"Well, my boy, you've come of age. How's it feel to be 18?" the old man asked, mimicking a television reporter. A boy with long black hair spilling messily around his face grined, his green eyes playful.
"Well, Bob, I'm going to Disneyland!" the two waved their hands frantically and coughed between their laughter, trying not to choke. The smoke alarm quitely screwed into the celining began to shriek, causing them to laugh even harder and cover their ears. The man ran a hand through his thinning black hair before he pulled up a kitchen chair. He balanced precariously on it's seat to fanthe air near the loud device, as his son sat at the table before a large cake, still smiling.
"Say Dad...now that I'm 18 and all...." he said sneakily. The man looked down quickly.
"Nope. No way. Not my baby...she's an antique!!" The boy rolled his eyes.
"Aw, come on, can't I take the corvet for a drive just once? Heck, you could come with me! We'll cruise for chicks!" They both began their carefree laughter again, amused at the thought of an old man in a red corvet, winking at pretty young girls.
"Well now, I don't think Emma would be to please with that!" the man said, wobbily climbing down from the stool now that the alarm had stopped. They boy sighed and leaned back. "Now don't you roll your eyes at me, Damien. Emma is a wonderful woman, and I care about her almost as much as I care about you. We've talked about this. I know, she's not your mother...."
"Of course she's not!" Damien jumped in, suddenly upset. "I just..I...oh nevermind." he gazed down at the floor, avoiding his father's look.
"Damien..." the man walked over to his son and heved a huge sigh, before placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's hard. I know. But you're mother will always be waiting for us in heaven. Remember that. Untill then, we've got to live it up, right?" he nuged the boy, who glanced sideways at his dad before grinning a bit.
"I know. I just miss her. But not now, now we have something very, very important to discuss. Something of the utmost urgency." His face went serious, and his eyes widened.
"What?" his dad asked, confused.
"Where I can find the perfect car and work in my new license!" The two spent the rest of the evening picking at cake and discussing cars, reminising about his fathers first car (a shiney, new, 2,000$ Volkswagon bettle. He'd been super-groovy back in his day) and which was better; a hot rod or a mustang.
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