The Crow: Return of Eric, Vengeance of Shelly
By: Tainted With Pain
Disclaimer: I do not own the Crow, wish I did, sorry, though, I don't.
Author's Note: This takes place 22 years after the movie.
Eric woke up and pushed free of his grave. Not again. Not this shit again. He wanted rest, he wanted to fucking rest! He didn't want to be back walking among the living of Earth. He used a hand to brush the muddy black hair out of his face and looked up.
"Good evening, Mr. Draven." A little girl, maybe six, said. She had curly, soft red hair, and was dressed in a childish plaid jumper, with shiny black shoes, and she held a white rose in her left hand.
"Where is your mommy, little girl?" Eric asked. The little girl giggled and ran off between headstones. In the distance he heard the little girl calling out. 'I found him, mommy, I found him!' Eric stood up and began walking towards the voice of the little girl.
"Good evening, Mr. Draven." An older, female voice said from behind him. He turned around slowly and came to face a teenager, maybe seventeen, with deep red hair and tired and empty blue eyes. Her attire was a pair of black pants and combat boots with a black tank top and red over shirt.
"Where's the little girl?" Eric asked.
"My little sister, rejoined my mother most likely." The young woman looked towards the sky.
"Wait, you mean she was dead?" Eric asked.
"Why so surprised? Aren't you dead, too?" The woman asked, he nodded, then noticed something, something remotely familiar about her.
"S…Sarah?" He asked, the girl looked towards the ground.
"Mother was always speaking fondly of you, Mr. Draven, right up till one of the men who had followed Top Dollar and didn't like how you'd done his boss in got with my mom and eighteen years later put mama, little sister, and I in the grave…" The woman said.
"Sarah's your mother? She died because I killed Top Dollar?" Eric asked, suddenly the sadness gripping his heart ripped it to shreds.
"The world changed a lot in the past twenty-two years, Mr. Draven. People like Top Dollar should have died long, long ago. But such is not the case…We…You and I, we were the closest people to my mother…I got brought back to avenge what was done to my mama…What was done to my little sister…And what was done to myself…" The girl looked up at him, Eric could see Sarah's adult face through the eyes, "I can't do it alone…Mister…That's why the Crow brought you back, too…I can't get rid of T.D. and the rest of those…Those…Sickos…On my own…"
"I'll help you." Eric said, he wanted to rest a hand on the child's shoulder, but he was afraid of what he'd see, so afraid of what he'd see. "Call me Eric…What's your name?" He asked.
"Shelly." The girl said quietly. "We both have things we need to do before we go after them, Uncle Albrecht probably would like to see you…" She said quietly. Eric said nothing, just looked to the sky for a second, when he looked back she was gone.
Albrecht hadn't been hard to find, he still lived in the same place. "Freeze!" Eric said from behind when he dropped in the window. The much older cop spun around and groaned.
"I hate when you do that…What you doing here now?" He asked.
"Sarah." Eric said. Albrecht shook his head.
"Sarah died, my friend, her and both her beautiful girls were killed last year." He said.
"What happened?" Eric asked, interested in what Shelly hadn't told him.
"I guess it was about four years after you came back, Sarah got into some bad shit, she got pregnant, and had a girl. She named her Shelly, in memory of your girlfriend. I tell you, there was no child more deserving of the name. Shelly's father was one to be desired, though. For a while Shelly went without a last name, before her father, Dante, proposed to Sarah. His last name was Webster, turned out in the long run he was your Shelly's cousin, didn't seem to care much about what had happened to Shelly, though. He was more worried 'bout what happened to Top Dollar. He also began taking it out on Shelly and Sarah, knowing that Sarah knew you." Albrecht winced at the memory, "Some of the pain he put those two through…Shelly grew up, she's was beautiful, she was talented, she was going to be something grand, not she could have been, she was going to, we all knew it, she was going to over come whatever her daddy threw at her. At least, we all thought she would. Shelly started losing her will, though. Then, about six years ago, her little sister, Leah, was born. It was a rebirth for Shelly, not for Sarah. And as soon as Leah hit six months life got worse. Then, about a year ago, four months before they died, Shelly's boyfriend was killed by a couple friend's of her father's. Shelly never really recovered, and I didn't know where exactly they lived, or I would have taken those girls out of that environment." Albrecht stopped, and sat down.
"What else happened?" Eric asked.
"Shelly visited me, every day, one day the visits just stopped. Three days went by, I was out on patrol one night, and I got a call over my radio to go to Fourth and Lux, so I did. To check out a possible murder scene. I got there, and I went to the apartment, kicked the door open, and before I even got out of the entryway I knew, I knew it was where Sarah and her family lived…I knew because I saw Shelly's skateboard, it was a one of a kind, she designed it, paint wise, herself, and I can only remember how numb I felt as I stepped into the living room. Leah, the little girl, she was curled up on the couch like she was sleepin,' I walked over to her, she was cold as ice, she was dead, came back later to find out they over dosed her on morphine, on the first night of the three that I hadn't heard from Shelly. I went into the kitchen, it stunk so bad from the blood…Sarah had been shot five times in the chest and head while she was getting a glass of soda, on the first night. And I heard a half unconscious whimper from down the hallway. I was so scared to go back there, so afraid to see what kind of condition I'd fine Shelly in." Albrecht had to stop, to catch up to it all.
"They did the same thing to her that they did to my Shelly, didn't they?" Eric asked.
"Yeah, yeah, 'cept Shelly, she took 72 hours of rape, and beating, and held on for an additional 96 hours." Albrecht looked down, "They said she was raped, at least fifty times, by five different men…And, I stayed right by her side, right by her side, and just prayed, prayed for her to pull through it, and one of her friends from school, her only friend from school, came in, and walked over to the bed, and she took Shelly's hand and said, 'It's okay to let go, now, Shelly. You been here more than long enough, and got more than you share of pain, you can let go now, sweet heart. We all love you, we understand if you want to rest now, go ahead, Shelly, and let yourself rest now.' And, as soon as she said that, Shelly just let go, she just went away." Albrecht said.
"You've done more than enough for the people I care about…Thank you…" Eric said. Albrecht turned his back.
"Your…" He turned back to the now empty room, "Welcome…I hate when he does that…"
By: Tainted With Pain
Disclaimer: I do not own the Crow, wish I did, sorry, though, I don't.
Author's Note: This takes place 22 years after the movie.
Eric woke up and pushed free of his grave. Not again. Not this shit again. He wanted rest, he wanted to fucking rest! He didn't want to be back walking among the living of Earth. He used a hand to brush the muddy black hair out of his face and looked up.
"Good evening, Mr. Draven." A little girl, maybe six, said. She had curly, soft red hair, and was dressed in a childish plaid jumper, with shiny black shoes, and she held a white rose in her left hand.
"Where is your mommy, little girl?" Eric asked. The little girl giggled and ran off between headstones. In the distance he heard the little girl calling out. 'I found him, mommy, I found him!' Eric stood up and began walking towards the voice of the little girl.
"Good evening, Mr. Draven." An older, female voice said from behind him. He turned around slowly and came to face a teenager, maybe seventeen, with deep red hair and tired and empty blue eyes. Her attire was a pair of black pants and combat boots with a black tank top and red over shirt.
"Where's the little girl?" Eric asked.
"My little sister, rejoined my mother most likely." The young woman looked towards the sky.
"Wait, you mean she was dead?" Eric asked.
"Why so surprised? Aren't you dead, too?" The woman asked, he nodded, then noticed something, something remotely familiar about her.
"S…Sarah?" He asked, the girl looked towards the ground.
"Mother was always speaking fondly of you, Mr. Draven, right up till one of the men who had followed Top Dollar and didn't like how you'd done his boss in got with my mom and eighteen years later put mama, little sister, and I in the grave…" The woman said.
"Sarah's your mother? She died because I killed Top Dollar?" Eric asked, suddenly the sadness gripping his heart ripped it to shreds.
"The world changed a lot in the past twenty-two years, Mr. Draven. People like Top Dollar should have died long, long ago. But such is not the case…We…You and I, we were the closest people to my mother…I got brought back to avenge what was done to my mama…What was done to my little sister…And what was done to myself…" The girl looked up at him, Eric could see Sarah's adult face through the eyes, "I can't do it alone…Mister…That's why the Crow brought you back, too…I can't get rid of T.D. and the rest of those…Those…Sickos…On my own…"
"I'll help you." Eric said, he wanted to rest a hand on the child's shoulder, but he was afraid of what he'd see, so afraid of what he'd see. "Call me Eric…What's your name?" He asked.
"Shelly." The girl said quietly. "We both have things we need to do before we go after them, Uncle Albrecht probably would like to see you…" She said quietly. Eric said nothing, just looked to the sky for a second, when he looked back she was gone.
Albrecht hadn't been hard to find, he still lived in the same place. "Freeze!" Eric said from behind when he dropped in the window. The much older cop spun around and groaned.
"I hate when you do that…What you doing here now?" He asked.
"Sarah." Eric said. Albrecht shook his head.
"Sarah died, my friend, her and both her beautiful girls were killed last year." He said.
"What happened?" Eric asked, interested in what Shelly hadn't told him.
"I guess it was about four years after you came back, Sarah got into some bad shit, she got pregnant, and had a girl. She named her Shelly, in memory of your girlfriend. I tell you, there was no child more deserving of the name. Shelly's father was one to be desired, though. For a while Shelly went without a last name, before her father, Dante, proposed to Sarah. His last name was Webster, turned out in the long run he was your Shelly's cousin, didn't seem to care much about what had happened to Shelly, though. He was more worried 'bout what happened to Top Dollar. He also began taking it out on Shelly and Sarah, knowing that Sarah knew you." Albrecht winced at the memory, "Some of the pain he put those two through…Shelly grew up, she's was beautiful, she was talented, she was going to be something grand, not she could have been, she was going to, we all knew it, she was going to over come whatever her daddy threw at her. At least, we all thought she would. Shelly started losing her will, though. Then, about six years ago, her little sister, Leah, was born. It was a rebirth for Shelly, not for Sarah. And as soon as Leah hit six months life got worse. Then, about a year ago, four months before they died, Shelly's boyfriend was killed by a couple friend's of her father's. Shelly never really recovered, and I didn't know where exactly they lived, or I would have taken those girls out of that environment." Albrecht stopped, and sat down.
"What else happened?" Eric asked.
"Shelly visited me, every day, one day the visits just stopped. Three days went by, I was out on patrol one night, and I got a call over my radio to go to Fourth and Lux, so I did. To check out a possible murder scene. I got there, and I went to the apartment, kicked the door open, and before I even got out of the entryway I knew, I knew it was where Sarah and her family lived…I knew because I saw Shelly's skateboard, it was a one of a kind, she designed it, paint wise, herself, and I can only remember how numb I felt as I stepped into the living room. Leah, the little girl, she was curled up on the couch like she was sleepin,' I walked over to her, she was cold as ice, she was dead, came back later to find out they over dosed her on morphine, on the first night of the three that I hadn't heard from Shelly. I went into the kitchen, it stunk so bad from the blood…Sarah had been shot five times in the chest and head while she was getting a glass of soda, on the first night. And I heard a half unconscious whimper from down the hallway. I was so scared to go back there, so afraid to see what kind of condition I'd fine Shelly in." Albrecht had to stop, to catch up to it all.
"They did the same thing to her that they did to my Shelly, didn't they?" Eric asked.
"Yeah, yeah, 'cept Shelly, she took 72 hours of rape, and beating, and held on for an additional 96 hours." Albrecht looked down, "They said she was raped, at least fifty times, by five different men…And, I stayed right by her side, right by her side, and just prayed, prayed for her to pull through it, and one of her friends from school, her only friend from school, came in, and walked over to the bed, and she took Shelly's hand and said, 'It's okay to let go, now, Shelly. You been here more than long enough, and got more than you share of pain, you can let go now, sweet heart. We all love you, we understand if you want to rest now, go ahead, Shelly, and let yourself rest now.' And, as soon as she said that, Shelly just let go, she just went away." Albrecht said.
"You've done more than enough for the people I care about…Thank you…" Eric said. Albrecht turned his back.
"Your…" He turned back to the now empty room, "Welcome…I hate when he does that…"