It was dark as a large blackbird flew across the sky. No one below could see him, as flames were causing too much smoke. Even if they could see him, it wouldn't matter. All he was was some black bird flying across the sky like he owned the place. At least, so it seemed.
The crow went to a graveyard and landed on a stone that read Adam Strider, Loving Husband and Father . The crow tapped a claw on the A.
Once…
Twice…
Three times.
A hand ripped out of the ground. Then another, followed by the entire body of Adam. His skin grew and healed, as it had been burned and charred that night. He looked at the bird, shivering and freezing. It let out a loud caw and flew off. Adam followed it, somehow understanding this bird.
Adam and the crow reached the remains of his house, and he cried at the site. Then he remembered his room was fireproof. He banged down pieces of charred wood or melted and deformed glass as he made his way down the hall to his room. Pushing the door he suddenly held his head as a flashback came to him.
"Come on Sam, just wear the outfit and come out or I'll bring you out." Adam called to his wife. "Then come get me, big boy." Sam purred at him through the door he was leaning on. Adam did so, opening the door and kissing her.
Adam stumbled through the doorway into his room. He looked at his mirror, and at everything else. It was still intact. He ripped off the tuxedo he was in for his funeral and went to his closet, ripping the door off its hinges and tossing it aside. He pulled out a black tight fitting shirt and pulled it on. Then he slid on some frayed blue jeans and a pair of red combat boots.
He then walked over and was sad to find his makeup was melted away and unusable. "I need to go to the store." he said to his black comrade, who nodded and flew off. Adam followed, jumping over cars and trees and swinging on street lights to keep up. They came to a closed
Wal-Mart. "They're closed." Adam said. But then he figured it didn't matter, he was dead anyway. Adam slammed the heal of his boot into the door and it broke to shards on the floor. "Nice move, eh?" Adam smiled at the bird and walked in. he headed to the makeup department and grabbed some black lipstick and eyeliner as well as costume face paint for a skeleton.
"HEY, WE'RE CLOSED PUNK!" A security guard aimed a pistol at his head. "Oh, well, you left the door open." Adam grinned as he stepped toward the man. "Don't make me call Exathor, kid." The guard growled. "Oh, go ahead. I can wait." Adam continued to walk, then in one jump he was standing on the guard's shoulders. He kneeled and stole his weapon. "I'll take that, kind sir." Adam jumped off, pushing the guard to his knees. "Now," Adam turned and put the pistol to the guard's right eye. "Deliver a message for me, that for five unlucky men and anyone who stands in my way, death is coming. Say Adam Strider sends his best." Adam kicked the man to the ground, took his makeup, and headed to the gun section. He smashed a glass case and pulled out a hunting rifle and infrared scope. Then he grabbed a survival knife, sliding it in his pocket. He went over to a rack and loaded up on ammo and a pump shotgun. Then he walked out of the store, leaving a note on the cash register nearest the door as he stepped out.
He applied white makeup all over his face. Then he slid black lipstick over his lips and up into his mid-cheeks in the form of a harlequin smile. Then he put black around his eyes to his eyebrows. He put a vertical line over each eye from cheek to forehead. Then he put a horizontal line from his cheeks to the rising of his nose. Then he stood and walked out of his house, to stare into the street as few people passed by. "Let's go." He smiled and ran off.
