A Demon's Fate

Sarah struggled with her might to get the Crow to release her from his grip. Everything she tried was useless.

"Eric or whoever you are, what do you want? Why are you doing this?" asked Sarah.

"You shouldn't ask questions you don't want the answers to," said the Crow, pulling her down the sidewalk.

"Eric, stop it!" cried Sarah. Her arms were already starting to bruise. She couldn't see them, but she could feel them.

"Keep calling me Eric and I'll cut off those pretty lips of yours," said the Crow.

The bird cawed loudly, swooping down over the two walking down the street.

Thankfully the weather had cleared and now it was just a cold clear Halloween night.

"Where are we going?" asked Sarah. She didn't recognize this part of the city, which was strange because Sarah thought she knew all of the city spots.

"To get justice on those who did your mother wrong," said the Crow. He just continued walking, paying no mind to the small girl he held in his hands.

"I don't know where they are," said Sarah. She didn't know how she could have been of much help to this creature. She was already mad that this spawn from Hell had already taken Eric's form.

But since the Crow was here, where was Eric? Why did the Crow come back and not Eric Draven? Eric was the one she really wanted back, him and Shelly.

Eric, where are you? Why aren't you here? Are you with Shelly? Do you know what's happening here?

Sarah's thoughts were racing in her mind. All of them were questions that she desperately wanted answers to. She doubted the Crow would give them to her, or maybe he would.

Sarah didn't know whether or not she could outsmart this Crow. He was viscous, strong, and smart.

The Crow stopped walking, pulling Sarah into a nearby alley, slamming her into the concrete wall.

"Ow! Dude, what the hell?" asked Sarah, rubbing the back of her head.

Sarah wasn't really the 'rescue me' part of the world. This little girl was the street smart kid with the drunken mom who never cared.

But right now at this moment, she was slipping more and more into the damsel part. She knew when she had the chance, she would have to run and hide from this monstronsity. She wasn't going to slip into the damsel part.

The Crow came into her view when she opened her eyes.

She jumped backwards slightly from fright.

He laid his hands on either side of her head, trapping her in his arms. He whispered to her.

"When I touched you earlier, I saw what those men looked like," he said. He tilted his head slightly, showing her his crooked Jester look.

"You do?" asked Sarah shakily. She stared at him.

"And I know where to find them," said the Crow looking upwards at his bird, signaling for it to take flight and to find these men who did the crime. The crow unfolded his wings and took flight into the night sky.

Sarah watched as the bird left, getting smaller and smaller as it flew further away.

"What have I done?" she asked herself in a whisper, covering her mouth in disbelief.

The Crow looked at her, cocking his head and smiling to himself.

"You've set me free!" yelled the Crow, flinging his arms in a flapping motion stepping back away from her.

Sarah closed her eyes tightly, turning her face away.

He was getting more and more violent with every passing second.

"Come on, we're leaving," said the Crow, grabbing Sarah's wrist, pulling her painfully along.

"Freeze!" said a voice from the opposite side of the alley.

Sarah knew that voice. And apparently so did the Crow.

"Now he says 'Freeze'," said the Crow, turning around to see Albrecht, his gun raised pointing right at him.

The Crow just smiled.

"Happy Halloween Albrecht," said the Crow.

"Draven?" asked Albrecht.

"Close," said the Crow.

"Oh My god," said Albrecht lowering his gun. He didn't understand. Draven was dead. He had come back previously three years ago to get justice for him and his girlfriend by killing Top Dollar, T-Bird, and his crew, which he successfully done.

But why was he back now? He threw those thoughts out of his head.

Albrecht looked down further and he saw Sarah in Draven's clutches. She was waving her arm at Albrecht trying to warn him.

"Sarah?" asked Albrecht.

"Albrecht, this isn't what it looks like," said Sarah. She couldn't say another word. The Crow had pressed his hand over her mouth silencing her from speaking.

"Keep quiet," said the Crow.

"Kids nowadays; they just don't know when to keep their little mouths shut," said the Crow.

"Listen Draven, let go of the girl and we can talk," said Albrecht, keeping his gun raised.

"I'm more the physical type than the talking type," said the Crow.

With that said, the Crow threw Sarah down to the ground while he threw his body into a many back flips.

The gun went off, but every shot missed the Crow.

The Crow came closer, kicking Albrecht down to the ground.

Albrecht hardly knew what hit him, but he did know his face had just touched a wet pavement, a red sticky liquid coming from a fresh cut on his mouth.

He looked up at the Crow in a confusing manner.

"What's wrong with you man?" asked Albrecht.

"It's complicated," said the Crow, and then he punched the officer in the face.

The Crow shook his shoulders, getting his composure back.

"Now where's my precious cargo?" the Crow asked to himself.

Sarah didn't stick around the scene for long.

As soon as she was free, she ran for her life. She knew full well that the Crow could easily find her again, but she wanted to take her chances.

Sarah ran back to the graveyard to find out what had went wrong with her wish. She only hoped that she could get there in time without being captured again by the crazy Crow.