Chapter one
This is the story of a boy who had turned 18, he was walking home from his girlfreinds house one night when everything in his life changed, this is the story of how he became the Crow...
Aaron walked from his girlfreinds house, thinking about how his day had went and what he was going to do when he got home. He walked through his front door and looked around, he knew something was wrong, but he didnt know what it was, he moved as silently as he could, flinching at every creak and waiting. When he got to his family room he found out what was wrong, his family lay on the ground, his brothers, sisters, mother and father all lay dead on the ground, shoot in the head.He ran to them and screamed a primal scream, looking around for the one who had done this, he found out quickly enough, he was shoot by a woman dressed in black leather, her cold green eyes showwed nothing but joy for what she had done. "So, you are the one he wants dead? well, that isnt a problem, is it boys?" Aaron looked at the 'boys' all of them were large men dressed the same as the woman. "WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO MY FAMILY!?" even being shot once in the leg and once in the chest there was still anger in his dieing voice.She shrugged and looked at him, "Same reason i do many things, for money" With that she shot him in the heart and walked away before calling the police as a scared freind who had heard gunshots from in his home. By the time the police got there Aaron was dead, his cheecks covered in tears with only his freinds to mourn his passing.
Sixteen months later
She looked at his grave and wiped away tears "Even after this long its hard to belive you are gone, you atlest you got to say goodbye." She put a rose on his headstone and turned and left the cemetary, not noticeing the crow that flew overhead. The large bird laned on Aarons headstone and clacked its beak against the stone a few times, staring at the ground with a strange intensity before hitting the headstone a few more times, with a harsh caw it flew off the stone as the ground tore open.Aaron crawled out of the ground and screamed, holding his sides and trying to block the images flashing through his shattered mind. He got up and looked around, shivering slightly as it started to drizzle, he fallowed the crow, watching anything that moved with wide, frightened eyes. He left the cemetary and went back to his house, looking at the 'condemed by order of the mayor' sign hanging from the front door, instead he went around back and stepeed through the shattered glass door."What am i?" he lightly touched the scars on his body, his hands shaking, he went through the house,looking in rooms and cuboards, memories flashing into his mind of his former life, he went to his own closet, and pulled on black pants and a shirt, then he went to his older brothers room and put on the heavy black boots. Heading to his mothers room he put on his old trench coat and then smeare his face with white paste before putting black lipstick on his lips and around his eyes, "Now, i am walking death..." The crow landded on his sholder as he went out the front door, then threw a lighter into his old home, letting the flames eat away what he had once called home.
He fallowed were the crow 'told' him to go with flashes of images, seen from the crows point of veiw, he went to a bar not far from his house, his shotgun proped on his sholder and a few boxes of shells tucked away in various places on his body, he walked to the bar and sat down, looking out of place, no one was in the room this early, not even the tender, it was just him, sitting still as a statue well the crow cawwed and chased bugs around the room.The first person to get there was a tall, gaunt man dressed in a suit, before he could react to the strange sitting at his bar there was a shotgun barrle pressed to his eye. "Tell me, can you see the bullet at the end? so dark, but its no worse then your heart..." The man swalled and looked at the stranger "Who are you?" the stranger laughed and pressed the barrle tighter to the mans eye. "How quickly we forget the ones who have died."The mans eyes went wide as recognition crossed his mind "No, no it cant be, theres no comeing back from what we sent you to! you dont have a heart to come back with!" Aaron pulled the trigger and glared down at the ruined body before him "I dont need a heart to kill scum like you." He proped the shotgun back on his sholder, then left the bar, his coat swirling around him as he turned a corner.He stood across the street from a home, his eyes sad, not becuse of what he had done, but becuse he wouldnt let the one person he still loved see him as he was. "My love, i wish i could talk to you, to say goodbye as i should have, to say goodbye forever, but i am not the man you loved, i am now the Crow, the bringer of death." He turned and walked away, not noticeing the girl staring out the window and down the road he had just went down, nor hearing her say "Aaron...!?"