THE CROW: BLED FOR DAYS
Ideas inspired by the Crow films and comic books
Part One: Living Dead Girl
Her make-up would have been running in all this rain if it hadn't been oil based. The black around her eyes and lips would run into the white, changing her twisted mime look. She looked to be smiling from a distance, but its a pseudo smile you'd be witnessing. All she knew was death.
Death and pain. Lots of pain. She remembered what happened, although it brought to much pain remembering such happiness which was now lost. He had made her feel so happy and good to be alive.
You'd also be able to see some tears form, then fall, if it wasn't for the rain washing them away. The water took these unseen tears and ran it to the top of her forehead, then running even further to the tips of her hanging hair, then taking the salty tear in a small water droplet to the ground, landing in a single puddle of many past water droplets.
Amazing that people were still out and about during such a rain. Pity too, a small handful would have to die. Oh well, those who would have to die would go to the grave unnoticed and uncared about.
"Hanging upside down like this is getting tiresome." The girl spoke with such a soft voice, almost muted by the sounds of the city. After landing on her feet, she stood up. Her black hair fell to her breast line, and hung in her face. She formed fists with her hands, then released them away, then did it again.
And again.
One last time.
"The grating cramped my fingers." A crow flew out from the darkness and landed on her shoulder, perching. She turned her head to look into this bird's eyes. "You don't like this rain either huh?"
Caw.
"Didn't think so."
Caw.
"He draws near Jen." The crow spoke in her mind, guiding her.
"Which one?"
Caw.
"You'll see. Just follow me."
The crow took flight.
"I hate when you don't tell me anything strait out. And you always lead me, why cant I lead you for once?" Jen started running after the crow.
Caw.
"Stop complaining. Just follow."
The bird lead Jen through streets and alleys, back ways and short-cuts. The bird led her for about a two mile distance before stopping and landing on a fire escape of a New York apartment building. Even though Jen ran that distance, nonstop, she hadn't grown tired at all.
Caw.
"He's there, do you see him through my eyes Jen?" She focused her mind on her visual link with the crow. Even though she had only been back for a few hours, she knew the full extent of her new abilities. What she saw was shapes colored in blacks, whites, and grays, no real color, and it was like looking into rippling water. A shape which looked like a person, was walking towards the crow. He was carrying a television set. Stolen most likely. He looked to be in a hurry, and he held the stolen item close to his chest, like a football. It sounded like he was talking to himself. He kept saying 'oh man, i gots me some good money here, I'm gonna get me good money.'
"He's not any of our killers, who the hell did you lead me too?" Jen said.
"Our information on where some of your killers might be."
"Your kidding me, look at him, he's a damned crack addict."
"Just confront him."
Jen sighed. She wasn't sure about how she was going to get anything from this junkie, but oh well, if the crow said he knew something important, then he did. She walked around the corner in this ally, confronting this thief.
"Hello Fix, I need you to tell me something." Jen said in what was no longer a soft, beautiful voice. It was now a large and powerful voice.
"Holy shit!" Fix dropped the television, but nothing broke from it when hitting the ground. "Damn bitch, where the fuck did you come from!?"
Jen just looked at him with a look on her face that told him she didn't really understand his reason for caring about something so trivial. Fix looked her up and down.
"Yous one hot bitch, yous know that?" Fix pulled out a .45 and pointed at the woman. "Take off your clothes, or yous get one in your head."
Jen just looked down at the gun, then looked back up at Fix's face.
"No thank you, I've already been rapped once in my life." She put her left palm on the barrel of the gun, wrapping her hand around the shaft of the firearm. "Now shoot."
He pulled the trigger and a single round from the .45 ripped through her hand, continued, then tore through her left shoulder. Jen didn't even wince. She just moved her hand up to show the criminal. He almost dropped the gun when he saw that the bullet holes in her hand and her shoulder both healed. Not even a scar was left, just blood.
"Now," Jen said after she lowered her hand, "Where can i find these people?" she withdrew a small piece of notebook paper. There were seven names on it: Spade, Pandora, Angel, Shade, Full Clip, and Phoenix.
"I don't know where most of these guys are, but yous can find Pandora outside of the Circle K just a few blocks back."
Jen turned to walk away. "Thank you for your services Fix, you may run along now. Oh and Fix, can twisted mimes kill?"
"I don't know."
"The answer is yes." Jen threw a knife into the neck of Fix. "That's to keep you from killing and stealing anymore."
The crow flew to land on Jen's shoulder as she walked through the ally towards her first vengeance. The black longs leaved shirt she had on had blood running down the left sleeve, but you couldn't see it save for the light reflecting off it. Jen turned the corner and started walking in the direction of that Circle K. A big smirk grew upon her face. She couldn't wait to avenge herself and her dead lover. So much pain in the past.
Jen turned her head to look at the crow, then said: "What's say we go kill ourselves a criminal."
Caw.
"I'll be scouting out for our next vengeance, then I'll come back after i find him, ok Jen?"
"Whatever bird, do what you want. I have a woman to kill." The crow flew off with a caw, then disappeared out of sight, but Jen didn't even look at the bird after it flew off, she just continued onto her goal.
When she arrived at the small convenient store, she could see five people holding up the place. Four men, and one woman.
Pandora.
They were all carrying handguns. Jen just stood outside, watching, and waiting. When they got what they wanted, all the criminals ran outside through the front doors, only to be confronted by a woman dressed in all black, and a face painted to look like a mime. They didn't even take notice of her, and they proceeded to run along past, but she grabbed Pandora by her throat and slammed her up against one of the glass windows of the store, cracking it with a spider-web pattern starting from where the back of Pandora's head was.
"Have you ever meet a mime who talked?" Jen taunted. "What about a mime who killed, you ever meet one of those?"
"Who the fuck are you?"
All of Pandora's posse stopped running, and pulled out their guns, pointing the fire arms at Jen. Jen grabbed at her killer's gun, letting go of her neck, spinning around, and with perfect accuracy, planted a single round into each of the other criminals' foreheads. Then Jen turned to face her victim once again. Jen pressed the gun against her right cheek.
"He used to say I was perfect, but perfection cant be hurt or die."
She opened her mouth wide, pulled the trigger, and a single shot ripped through her right cheek, passed through her mouth, then tore through her other cheek. Jen dropped the gun as her wounds healed. Pandora stood still, jaw dropped open wide from fright and surprise.
"I guess I am perfect." Jen said, then she kicked her prey in the ribs. Pandora slumped to the floor. "Your not so strong when someone you killed comes back for your head."
"Who are you?" Pandora asked.
"You don't remember me?" Jen crouched in front of Pandora. Grabbing a hand full of the downed woman's hair, Jen pulled and tore it from her roots. Pandora let loose a scream that was so loud, it would have shattered Jen's eardrums, but that was only if she would have been living.
"Hurts doesn't it?" Jen picked her kill back up off the ground, then flung her into one of the over hanging lights, smashing the light and sending a small bolt of electricity through the body of Pandora.
"Pandora honey, you killed me. You killed me and helped to kill my boy friend. We were so very much in love." tears formed in the inner corners of Jen's eyes. It hurt her so much that the one thing which had once helped her to want to live everyday, was now gone, and she couldn't be with the man she loved.
"No way, no way it's you, I killed you, I stabbed and cut you. You were covered in blood as all the other guys rapped you. I stabbed you like forty- two times, and the guys shot you repeatedly. You really didn't want to die. You just bled to death."
"I hope you feel sorry, because I'm not going to give you any remorse, I'm just going kill you and I'm going to make it very painful."
"I am sorry what we did to you and your boyfriend, but we was all high, the guys just wanted some pussy, and I just wanted some cash." Pandora was down on her knees, praying for her life.
"You're not sorry at all, but if you tell me where to find the guys that were there that night, I might let you live."
Pandora grew happy at the thought of a longer life-span.
"Spade is up at that bar that he always goes to, what was it called..." the woman closed her eyes to think, and Jen took out a pen and the paper with the names on it, and while out of the rain, she would write short hand of where the guys were. "The Shanty, that's what that bar was called.
'Angel is up in the pen, got caught with a shit load of merch. Shade most likely out scoutin' for some hoes to fuck. Full clip is Pheonix's body guard, so they should be in the Tower."
"Where is the Tower?" Jen asked while she pocketed the two items that she was previously holding.
"I don't know where it is at all, I've only heard of it, but never been inside." Pandora said shakily, then she picked herself up off the ground.
Jen turned to walk away.
"Thank you for your co-operation Pandora, you may run along, school is now out for the summer. Enjoy it while you can."
Ideas inspired by the Crow films and comic books
Part One: Living Dead Girl
Her make-up would have been running in all this rain if it hadn't been oil based. The black around her eyes and lips would run into the white, changing her twisted mime look. She looked to be smiling from a distance, but its a pseudo smile you'd be witnessing. All she knew was death.
Death and pain. Lots of pain. She remembered what happened, although it brought to much pain remembering such happiness which was now lost. He had made her feel so happy and good to be alive.
You'd also be able to see some tears form, then fall, if it wasn't for the rain washing them away. The water took these unseen tears and ran it to the top of her forehead, then running even further to the tips of her hanging hair, then taking the salty tear in a small water droplet to the ground, landing in a single puddle of many past water droplets.
Amazing that people were still out and about during such a rain. Pity too, a small handful would have to die. Oh well, those who would have to die would go to the grave unnoticed and uncared about.
"Hanging upside down like this is getting tiresome." The girl spoke with such a soft voice, almost muted by the sounds of the city. After landing on her feet, she stood up. Her black hair fell to her breast line, and hung in her face. She formed fists with her hands, then released them away, then did it again.
And again.
One last time.
"The grating cramped my fingers." A crow flew out from the darkness and landed on her shoulder, perching. She turned her head to look into this bird's eyes. "You don't like this rain either huh?"
Caw.
"Didn't think so."
Caw.
"He draws near Jen." The crow spoke in her mind, guiding her.
"Which one?"
Caw.
"You'll see. Just follow me."
The crow took flight.
"I hate when you don't tell me anything strait out. And you always lead me, why cant I lead you for once?" Jen started running after the crow.
Caw.
"Stop complaining. Just follow."
The bird lead Jen through streets and alleys, back ways and short-cuts. The bird led her for about a two mile distance before stopping and landing on a fire escape of a New York apartment building. Even though Jen ran that distance, nonstop, she hadn't grown tired at all.
Caw.
"He's there, do you see him through my eyes Jen?" She focused her mind on her visual link with the crow. Even though she had only been back for a few hours, she knew the full extent of her new abilities. What she saw was shapes colored in blacks, whites, and grays, no real color, and it was like looking into rippling water. A shape which looked like a person, was walking towards the crow. He was carrying a television set. Stolen most likely. He looked to be in a hurry, and he held the stolen item close to his chest, like a football. It sounded like he was talking to himself. He kept saying 'oh man, i gots me some good money here, I'm gonna get me good money.'
"He's not any of our killers, who the hell did you lead me too?" Jen said.
"Our information on where some of your killers might be."
"Your kidding me, look at him, he's a damned crack addict."
"Just confront him."
Jen sighed. She wasn't sure about how she was going to get anything from this junkie, but oh well, if the crow said he knew something important, then he did. She walked around the corner in this ally, confronting this thief.
"Hello Fix, I need you to tell me something." Jen said in what was no longer a soft, beautiful voice. It was now a large and powerful voice.
"Holy shit!" Fix dropped the television, but nothing broke from it when hitting the ground. "Damn bitch, where the fuck did you come from!?"
Jen just looked at him with a look on her face that told him she didn't really understand his reason for caring about something so trivial. Fix looked her up and down.
"Yous one hot bitch, yous know that?" Fix pulled out a .45 and pointed at the woman. "Take off your clothes, or yous get one in your head."
Jen just looked down at the gun, then looked back up at Fix's face.
"No thank you, I've already been rapped once in my life." She put her left palm on the barrel of the gun, wrapping her hand around the shaft of the firearm. "Now shoot."
He pulled the trigger and a single round from the .45 ripped through her hand, continued, then tore through her left shoulder. Jen didn't even wince. She just moved her hand up to show the criminal. He almost dropped the gun when he saw that the bullet holes in her hand and her shoulder both healed. Not even a scar was left, just blood.
"Now," Jen said after she lowered her hand, "Where can i find these people?" she withdrew a small piece of notebook paper. There were seven names on it: Spade, Pandora, Angel, Shade, Full Clip, and Phoenix.
"I don't know where most of these guys are, but yous can find Pandora outside of the Circle K just a few blocks back."
Jen turned to walk away. "Thank you for your services Fix, you may run along now. Oh and Fix, can twisted mimes kill?"
"I don't know."
"The answer is yes." Jen threw a knife into the neck of Fix. "That's to keep you from killing and stealing anymore."
The crow flew to land on Jen's shoulder as she walked through the ally towards her first vengeance. The black longs leaved shirt she had on had blood running down the left sleeve, but you couldn't see it save for the light reflecting off it. Jen turned the corner and started walking in the direction of that Circle K. A big smirk grew upon her face. She couldn't wait to avenge herself and her dead lover. So much pain in the past.
Jen turned her head to look at the crow, then said: "What's say we go kill ourselves a criminal."
Caw.
"I'll be scouting out for our next vengeance, then I'll come back after i find him, ok Jen?"
"Whatever bird, do what you want. I have a woman to kill." The crow flew off with a caw, then disappeared out of sight, but Jen didn't even look at the bird after it flew off, she just continued onto her goal.
When she arrived at the small convenient store, she could see five people holding up the place. Four men, and one woman.
Pandora.
They were all carrying handguns. Jen just stood outside, watching, and waiting. When they got what they wanted, all the criminals ran outside through the front doors, only to be confronted by a woman dressed in all black, and a face painted to look like a mime. They didn't even take notice of her, and they proceeded to run along past, but she grabbed Pandora by her throat and slammed her up against one of the glass windows of the store, cracking it with a spider-web pattern starting from where the back of Pandora's head was.
"Have you ever meet a mime who talked?" Jen taunted. "What about a mime who killed, you ever meet one of those?"
"Who the fuck are you?"
All of Pandora's posse stopped running, and pulled out their guns, pointing the fire arms at Jen. Jen grabbed at her killer's gun, letting go of her neck, spinning around, and with perfect accuracy, planted a single round into each of the other criminals' foreheads. Then Jen turned to face her victim once again. Jen pressed the gun against her right cheek.
"He used to say I was perfect, but perfection cant be hurt or die."
She opened her mouth wide, pulled the trigger, and a single shot ripped through her right cheek, passed through her mouth, then tore through her other cheek. Jen dropped the gun as her wounds healed. Pandora stood still, jaw dropped open wide from fright and surprise.
"I guess I am perfect." Jen said, then she kicked her prey in the ribs. Pandora slumped to the floor. "Your not so strong when someone you killed comes back for your head."
"Who are you?" Pandora asked.
"You don't remember me?" Jen crouched in front of Pandora. Grabbing a hand full of the downed woman's hair, Jen pulled and tore it from her roots. Pandora let loose a scream that was so loud, it would have shattered Jen's eardrums, but that was only if she would have been living.
"Hurts doesn't it?" Jen picked her kill back up off the ground, then flung her into one of the over hanging lights, smashing the light and sending a small bolt of electricity through the body of Pandora.
"Pandora honey, you killed me. You killed me and helped to kill my boy friend. We were so very much in love." tears formed in the inner corners of Jen's eyes. It hurt her so much that the one thing which had once helped her to want to live everyday, was now gone, and she couldn't be with the man she loved.
"No way, no way it's you, I killed you, I stabbed and cut you. You were covered in blood as all the other guys rapped you. I stabbed you like forty- two times, and the guys shot you repeatedly. You really didn't want to die. You just bled to death."
"I hope you feel sorry, because I'm not going to give you any remorse, I'm just going kill you and I'm going to make it very painful."
"I am sorry what we did to you and your boyfriend, but we was all high, the guys just wanted some pussy, and I just wanted some cash." Pandora was down on her knees, praying for her life.
"You're not sorry at all, but if you tell me where to find the guys that were there that night, I might let you live."
Pandora grew happy at the thought of a longer life-span.
"Spade is up at that bar that he always goes to, what was it called..." the woman closed her eyes to think, and Jen took out a pen and the paper with the names on it, and while out of the rain, she would write short hand of where the guys were. "The Shanty, that's what that bar was called.
'Angel is up in the pen, got caught with a shit load of merch. Shade most likely out scoutin' for some hoes to fuck. Full clip is Pheonix's body guard, so they should be in the Tower."
"Where is the Tower?" Jen asked while she pocketed the two items that she was previously holding.
"I don't know where it is at all, I've only heard of it, but never been inside." Pandora said shakily, then she picked herself up off the ground.
Jen turned to walk away.
"Thank you for your co-operation Pandora, you may run along, school is now out for the summer. Enjoy it while you can."