( BIRDY!!! *Shriek* )
I am the Crow. I am a walking disease, a disease called death. There are only five people on my list, and they are already dead; they just don't know it yet. My first victim shall be Kyle Runnings, one of Paul's good friends, and his drug runner. There is another reason why the boy must die. At the moment, he should be down at a local pub, drinking hard liquor to his heart's content. He will be a most easy target when he finally steps out of the bar, stumbling back to where his small band of demons do their business.
The crow's amber eyes caught sight of my target, finding his location, and noting that he was having trouble even standing up. The black feathered bird swooped down low, flying straight past the walking corpse and landing gently on a lightpost not five feet away from where he had collapsed. It squawked angrily, large eyes rolling around in its tiny head, taking in every detail in case there may be more of the gang lurking about somewhere. It was safe for me to come down and lure my prey into the dark depths of the alley he lay so close to.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou art sure no craven. Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore. Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore. Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." "
I murmured, quoting Edgar Allen Poe's the Raven. My feet barely made a sound as I dropped down to the ground, my hands planted firmly before me, my messy burgundy hair dropping in clumped locks in front of my face, making me look as thought I were quite mad. I was in a way, the insanity of the wrong I was shown came to mind, the look of terror on my love's face before they ripped it off, and the horror that I went through before I died. Tonight one of them shall pay, and the next night another shall, until a week has passed and every walking dead man is shown the way to death's door; then I shall join my lost fiance.
I stood finally, my head lowered, yet my eyes stayed locked onto the man who was laying upon the dirty ground. He stared back at me with a look of recognition in his eyes, it had not taken him too long to realize that I should be six feet under. I guess my face must be quite unique if, after a year, one of the people who killed me could remember it. A sardonic smile played across my full, black painted lips as I stepped forward, throwing my arms down and grabbing Kyle by his jacket. I hauled him effortlessly to his feet and dragged him into the dark depths of the alley, so that no passerby would have to watch what I was going to do to him. My crow followed, cawing loudly, then landing upon my shoulder; my hatred was in its eyes as they bored into the poor soul whom I held in my arms. It was a strange feeling then, I felt that I wanted to peck out his eyes, yet I knew that it was only what the crow wanted, and the crow only wanted that because I wanted to cause the man pain. The bird was linked to me, albeit temporarily; yet it was still strange to have a connection to something that was not my other half. I still felt empty and it was awful. Oh well, I would have to take it out on my assailant.
"Tell me, Kyle. Do you remember this face? And what you did to it?"
I asked quietly, watching as the drunk began t tremble fearfully, whimpering softly. I looked down, one brow arching as a wet spot on his jeans began to grow larger and larger. He'd just pissed himself. Well, at least he didn't take a load in his pants, that would have made my job so much more unpleasant. With a chuckle, I leaned forward and searched him, looking for any weapons he might have on his person. I found a gun, as well as the same knife that was used to stab me, and gut my lover. It would do nicely.
"Ahh, I remember this beauty. It's the same one you used a year ago. Is it not?"
Kyle was still shaking, his eyes wide as dinnerplates, and his mouth hanging open as if he'd seen a ghost. Well, I guess he did see a ghost, in a way. I AM supposed to be dead afterall. With a sigh, I let him drop to the ground, then began walking around him, pulling his legs out, and his arms to the sides so that he was laying like he were about to be crucified. I pursed my lips gently, wondering how I was going to go about this, then decided to work from the feet up; in a way. I decided that there was nothing below the knees that would cause too much distress, so I started by cutting his jeans off, careful to keep my distance from the urine that had soaked into the thick material. There he was, vulnerable in every way possible. His private parts showed clearly, and he had not much to be proud of, but I knew it would still hurt when I relieved him of what made him a man. It was a long and bloody process, torturing this poor fool, yet I knew that he had to feel what Chandler and I felt when he slaughtered us. Just as his friends will feel. Soon I was done, I had all three pieces separated, and listening as Kyle screamed in agony. it filled my heart with joy to know that I was avenging my lover's death, doing what I had been called back to Earth to do. The actual process was hard, I didn't much like killing, but if I didn't, I would never get to see my soulmate again.
"Now.. if you just wouldn't struggle anymore-"
I was cut off by a surprise attack by Jason. Apparently Kyle and him had been drinking together, and had been unlucky enough to stumble across us. I flew into the wall behind me, my head hitting the brick with a sickening crack. With a grunt, I fell to my hands and knees, spitting up blood. Almost immediatly I felt the wound on the back of her head stitching back together; the blood that I had lost from that nasty gash seeped back into place and once again I was unhurt. I stood up, a nasty glare in my eyes, my lips pulled back in a wolfish grin, and a long string of saliva dangling from my mouth. I surged forward and attacked. I was much stronger than I looked now, and grabbed Jason by his hair, twirling around a few times before I let him go, sending him into the same wall he threw me at. The extremely large man left a crack in the brick wall when he hit, then fell in a heap to the ground. I would deal with him later.
"Moron.."
I spat, then turned to Kyle who was attempting to get up and make a run for it. Immediatly I snatched up the fallen knife, then hurled myself at the escapee, driving the blade deep within his abdomen. It was then that I tore upwards, spilling most of his intestines. I looked around quickly, then caught sight of the fire escape, and grinned. My moves were fast as I caught the still live Kyle and leaped up, grabbing hold of the metal ladder and hauling myself, and him up onto the platform. I made sure he was securely placed, so that he wouldn't slide off if I were to attempt to hang his friend with the surprisingly strong intestines that were hanging out. When I was done there, I watched as Kyle died in agony, then jumped down to fetch my other victim, dragging him till we were under the 'rope'. I did my best to drag him up to the platform as well, being that he's incredibly heavy, it was alot of trouble. When I finally got him up there, I tied the cord around his neck, then sat atop the freshly dead body, to make sure it wouldn't slide off as well, then kicked the waking Jason off the platform to let him hang. It was to my surpise that the body began to slide anyways, so I wrapped my strong legs around his neck, then held fast to the iron bars of the side of the fire escape. I strained my muscles, but I kept a firm grip, watching as the larger man struggled to get free, then tried to scream for. It worked not, for minutes later he was dead, then I let both bodies fall into a crumpled heap at the foot of the ladder. I smiled for the first time since I had been brought back. The crow seemed to feel my contentment, for it cawed in a pleasing manner, then glided over and landed on my shoulder. We both made it safely back to the loft I called my home.
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The girl was reading a letter, her eyes wide, and a lit cigarette that wasn't being smoked in her hand. Obviously she was in some distress, otherwise she wouldn;t be trembling with fear. Tears slid down her cheeks, and suddenly she was glad that her future husband was not home to read this with her. It was from her ex; Paul. Apparently he wanted her back, and he would do anything to get her back. Rachel had always known that boy had a few screws loose, and she knew he could get violent, but how violent? She didn't know. She had actually watched him beat a kid to a bloody pulp, and the only reason he had stopped was because two rather large men had to pull him off. It was horrible.
"God almighty.."
She said, then turned her head to the phone as it rang. The caller ID said that it was an unknown number. She knew that she probably shouldn't pick the phone up, for fear she knew who it was, but she did anyways. The girl was right in guessing who was on the other line. It was Paul.
"Come back to me Rachel." He said in a soft, dangerous tone.
"You know I can't do that. I'm betrothed to another."
She jumped, startled, as the door to the loft was kicked in, two large men, Cody and Jason, stumbled inside, their eyes ablaze. Matt and Kyle stepped in next, then finally Paul who held a cell-phone in his hand. He had known that she would refuse, but decided to take one more stab at it. Her eyes filled with tears, she knew what was going ot happen next, she just wish that Chandler wouldn't stumble upon the scene that was just about to take place.
"Oh no.."
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Memories kept flooding into my head as I attempted to sleep. Yet I couldn;t, even the happy thoughts kept me in constant misery, as did the constant agony and spasms my body went through continued as I remembered the murders.
I slept horribly the rest of the night.
I am the Crow. I am a walking disease, a disease called death. There are only five people on my list, and they are already dead; they just don't know it yet. My first victim shall be Kyle Runnings, one of Paul's good friends, and his drug runner. There is another reason why the boy must die. At the moment, he should be down at a local pub, drinking hard liquor to his heart's content. He will be a most easy target when he finally steps out of the bar, stumbling back to where his small band of demons do their business.
The crow's amber eyes caught sight of my target, finding his location, and noting that he was having trouble even standing up. The black feathered bird swooped down low, flying straight past the walking corpse and landing gently on a lightpost not five feet away from where he had collapsed. It squawked angrily, large eyes rolling around in its tiny head, taking in every detail in case there may be more of the gang lurking about somewhere. It was safe for me to come down and lure my prey into the dark depths of the alley he lay so close to.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou art sure no craven. Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore. Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore. Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." "
I murmured, quoting Edgar Allen Poe's the Raven. My feet barely made a sound as I dropped down to the ground, my hands planted firmly before me, my messy burgundy hair dropping in clumped locks in front of my face, making me look as thought I were quite mad. I was in a way, the insanity of the wrong I was shown came to mind, the look of terror on my love's face before they ripped it off, and the horror that I went through before I died. Tonight one of them shall pay, and the next night another shall, until a week has passed and every walking dead man is shown the way to death's door; then I shall join my lost fiance.
I stood finally, my head lowered, yet my eyes stayed locked onto the man who was laying upon the dirty ground. He stared back at me with a look of recognition in his eyes, it had not taken him too long to realize that I should be six feet under. I guess my face must be quite unique if, after a year, one of the people who killed me could remember it. A sardonic smile played across my full, black painted lips as I stepped forward, throwing my arms down and grabbing Kyle by his jacket. I hauled him effortlessly to his feet and dragged him into the dark depths of the alley, so that no passerby would have to watch what I was going to do to him. My crow followed, cawing loudly, then landing upon my shoulder; my hatred was in its eyes as they bored into the poor soul whom I held in my arms. It was a strange feeling then, I felt that I wanted to peck out his eyes, yet I knew that it was only what the crow wanted, and the crow only wanted that because I wanted to cause the man pain. The bird was linked to me, albeit temporarily; yet it was still strange to have a connection to something that was not my other half. I still felt empty and it was awful. Oh well, I would have to take it out on my assailant.
"Tell me, Kyle. Do you remember this face? And what you did to it?"
I asked quietly, watching as the drunk began t tremble fearfully, whimpering softly. I looked down, one brow arching as a wet spot on his jeans began to grow larger and larger. He'd just pissed himself. Well, at least he didn't take a load in his pants, that would have made my job so much more unpleasant. With a chuckle, I leaned forward and searched him, looking for any weapons he might have on his person. I found a gun, as well as the same knife that was used to stab me, and gut my lover. It would do nicely.
"Ahh, I remember this beauty. It's the same one you used a year ago. Is it not?"
Kyle was still shaking, his eyes wide as dinnerplates, and his mouth hanging open as if he'd seen a ghost. Well, I guess he did see a ghost, in a way. I AM supposed to be dead afterall. With a sigh, I let him drop to the ground, then began walking around him, pulling his legs out, and his arms to the sides so that he was laying like he were about to be crucified. I pursed my lips gently, wondering how I was going to go about this, then decided to work from the feet up; in a way. I decided that there was nothing below the knees that would cause too much distress, so I started by cutting his jeans off, careful to keep my distance from the urine that had soaked into the thick material. There he was, vulnerable in every way possible. His private parts showed clearly, and he had not much to be proud of, but I knew it would still hurt when I relieved him of what made him a man. It was a long and bloody process, torturing this poor fool, yet I knew that he had to feel what Chandler and I felt when he slaughtered us. Just as his friends will feel. Soon I was done, I had all three pieces separated, and listening as Kyle screamed in agony. it filled my heart with joy to know that I was avenging my lover's death, doing what I had been called back to Earth to do. The actual process was hard, I didn't much like killing, but if I didn't, I would never get to see my soulmate again.
"Now.. if you just wouldn't struggle anymore-"
I was cut off by a surprise attack by Jason. Apparently Kyle and him had been drinking together, and had been unlucky enough to stumble across us. I flew into the wall behind me, my head hitting the brick with a sickening crack. With a grunt, I fell to my hands and knees, spitting up blood. Almost immediatly I felt the wound on the back of her head stitching back together; the blood that I had lost from that nasty gash seeped back into place and once again I was unhurt. I stood up, a nasty glare in my eyes, my lips pulled back in a wolfish grin, and a long string of saliva dangling from my mouth. I surged forward and attacked. I was much stronger than I looked now, and grabbed Jason by his hair, twirling around a few times before I let him go, sending him into the same wall he threw me at. The extremely large man left a crack in the brick wall when he hit, then fell in a heap to the ground. I would deal with him later.
"Moron.."
I spat, then turned to Kyle who was attempting to get up and make a run for it. Immediatly I snatched up the fallen knife, then hurled myself at the escapee, driving the blade deep within his abdomen. It was then that I tore upwards, spilling most of his intestines. I looked around quickly, then caught sight of the fire escape, and grinned. My moves were fast as I caught the still live Kyle and leaped up, grabbing hold of the metal ladder and hauling myself, and him up onto the platform. I made sure he was securely placed, so that he wouldn't slide off if I were to attempt to hang his friend with the surprisingly strong intestines that were hanging out. When I was done there, I watched as Kyle died in agony, then jumped down to fetch my other victim, dragging him till we were under the 'rope'. I did my best to drag him up to the platform as well, being that he's incredibly heavy, it was alot of trouble. When I finally got him up there, I tied the cord around his neck, then sat atop the freshly dead body, to make sure it wouldn't slide off as well, then kicked the waking Jason off the platform to let him hang. It was to my surpise that the body began to slide anyways, so I wrapped my strong legs around his neck, then held fast to the iron bars of the side of the fire escape. I strained my muscles, but I kept a firm grip, watching as the larger man struggled to get free, then tried to scream for. It worked not, for minutes later he was dead, then I let both bodies fall into a crumpled heap at the foot of the ladder. I smiled for the first time since I had been brought back. The crow seemed to feel my contentment, for it cawed in a pleasing manner, then glided over and landed on my shoulder. We both made it safely back to the loft I called my home.
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The girl was reading a letter, her eyes wide, and a lit cigarette that wasn't being smoked in her hand. Obviously she was in some distress, otherwise she wouldn;t be trembling with fear. Tears slid down her cheeks, and suddenly she was glad that her future husband was not home to read this with her. It was from her ex; Paul. Apparently he wanted her back, and he would do anything to get her back. Rachel had always known that boy had a few screws loose, and she knew he could get violent, but how violent? She didn't know. She had actually watched him beat a kid to a bloody pulp, and the only reason he had stopped was because two rather large men had to pull him off. It was horrible.
"God almighty.."
She said, then turned her head to the phone as it rang. The caller ID said that it was an unknown number. She knew that she probably shouldn't pick the phone up, for fear she knew who it was, but she did anyways. The girl was right in guessing who was on the other line. It was Paul.
"Come back to me Rachel." He said in a soft, dangerous tone.
"You know I can't do that. I'm betrothed to another."
She jumped, startled, as the door to the loft was kicked in, two large men, Cody and Jason, stumbled inside, their eyes ablaze. Matt and Kyle stepped in next, then finally Paul who held a cell-phone in his hand. He had known that she would refuse, but decided to take one more stab at it. Her eyes filled with tears, she knew what was going ot happen next, she just wish that Chandler wouldn't stumble upon the scene that was just about to take place.
"Oh no.."
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Memories kept flooding into my head as I attempted to sleep. Yet I couldn;t, even the happy thoughts kept me in constant misery, as did the constant agony and spasms my body went through continued as I remembered the murders.
I slept horribly the rest of the night.