Razor Blade Smile
Razor Blade Smile
Dawn approaches, and with it the rain stops. I skate my way back to the trailer park where my cousin Margaret lives. She's sitting at the kitchen table reading some papers. I sneak up behind her and yell out, "BOO!" "Oh fuck!" she screams out. I laugh really hard as I sit in a seat across from her. "I'm really starting to enjoy this back-from-the-dead-ghost-shit," I say.
"Damnit don't do that shit, you nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!" she yells. I sigh and ask, "So what are you reading?" "I went over to a friend's house and got on the Internet. I found out some info that you might find interesting."
"Like what?"
"Well, it was an ancient Indian belief that crows carried souls from this world to the next. But if that soul carried with it such a great burden of pain, the crow had the power to bring that soul back to set the wrong things right."
"Let me see that."
As she gives me the papers, I notice several small cuts on her arm and wrist. I grab her arm and see visions of her taking razors to herself. Late last night her father came home and beat her again. Once he was gone, she hid in her bedroom and cut herself, trying to bring herself that ever more closer to death.
"Why do you let him abuse you like that?" I ask. She gets up from her seat and says, "What do you care?" She walks into her bedroom, but I'm already sitting on her bed when she gets there. "Damnit, didn't I tell you to stop that shit!" she cries. She sits on the floor with her arms around her legs and begins to cry.
I sit down on the floor in front of her and put my hands on her shoulders. "Talk to me cousin," I say. She looks up at me, black mascara running down her face from her tears. Kind of reminds me of, well, me. She cries, "I just wish mom never left! Things were so great when she was around. My dad never laid a finger on me when she was alive. But as soon as she died, he started hitting me. He blames me for my mom committing suicide."
"Do you blame yourself for your mom's suicide?" I ask. She replies, "Of course I do! Dad just keeps beating it into me, I have no choice but to accept it. And the only goddamn thing that makes me feel better for only a second is cutting myself. I'm punishing myself, because I'm a murderer!"
I put my hands on her face and look straight into her eyes. "You are NOT a murderer. You are a beautiful young girl who has her whole life ahead of her! You're only what? 16? You've already been given 6 more years than what I ever had! You have to learn to precious the good moments in life, because trust me, you never know when it's all going to end."
"I wanna die and come back just like you," she says. "NO, you do not! Do you know how it feels to relive your death over and over again in your head? Do you know how it feels to see your parent's death replayed again and again like a broken record? I will never be able to see them again unless I can find the one who did this. Even though I'm already dead, even though I'm invulnerable, do you know how scared I am? How scared I am that I will never find that motherfucker, and I will never see my parents again? Trust me, you do not want to die and come back."
She wraps her arms around me and begins to cry on my shoulder. I hug her back and say, "Don't worry. I still believe everything has a way of working itself out. God can't be a complete bastard, can he?" She kisses me on my check and just rests her head on my shoulder.
"Where is your father anyhow?" I ask. "I don't know. He only pops in long enough to change clothes and beat me before he's out again. I only see him a couple of times a week," she responds.
"Do you have any pictures of him?"
"No. I burned them all a while back. I can't stand to even look at him anymore."
"What about your mother? Do you have any pictures of her?"
"Yeah, there's a picture of her under my pillow."
We stand up and I look under her pillow to find a picture of her young beautiful mother. Of course like everything else I touch, dark visions follow. I see Margaret's mother standing on a chair in a basement. A rope is somehow tied to the ceiling, and noosed around her neck. She is crying violently, screaming out for Margaret.
A mysterious dark figure walks from behind her and holds a large knife up to her throat. "Bitch, you can die knowing Margaret will grow up in pain and end up another fucking crack whore," the dark figure says. He kicks the chair out from under her mother, causing her to choke to death. She didn't commit suicide; she was murdered!
I collapse and punch a hole through the trailer floor. "My God this can't be real! This is a fucking nightmare!" I scream out. Margaret puts her hands on me and asks, "What? What's wrong?" "Your mother didn't commit suicide; she was tied against her will. She was murdered like my parents."
"No, that can't be!" she screams. I scream back, "I saw it! I fucking saw it! She screamed out your name as he kicked the chair out from under her feet. He just laughed as he watched her hang!" Margaret climbs onto her bed and digs her face into her pillow, she cries like she has never cried before.
"Goddamn…" I whisper out before I disappear again. Outside I skate down the streets, the crows flying behind me. For once, I am the one guiding them. I go to the only place I ever-felt safe, the only place I could hide.
Skeletons In the closet
The small house we lived in still had the police tape around the yard. It looks like people broke into the place and stole anything valuable. I wander through the front door and into the living room. I see a vision of a house decorated for Christmas. I sat in my father's lap as he red me a Christmas story. I look away and head down the hall.
When I look in my room, I see the dark figure hitting me with his belt. I scream and grasp onto my teddy bear as my own blood splatters onto the floor and bed. "These visions are making me go insane!" I scream as I punch a hole in the wall. I shake my head and whisper, "Goddamn you straight to Hell."
I walk to my parent's bedroom. I see my parents sound asleep one night, and a scared little me comes wandering in. "Mommy, daddy! There are monsters in my closet!" I exclaimed. My dad picked me up and laid me down on the bed in between them. My mother gently rubbed my head until I fell asleep that night.
Once again all I can do is look away. I walk to the closet. On the door is the bloody marking of the crow. Suddenly I can hear the giggles of a little boy. I look around and yell out, "Whose there?" No one responds. I sit down in my parents closet and shut the door. I am so tired. I feel like I'm going mad from all the visions I have been seeing. I close my eyes and fall into unconsciousness.
The investigator steps into the warden's office and puts a file on his desk. "So, who killed him?" the warden asks. "I don't know," the investigator responds. "What do you mean you don't know?" the warden yells.
"There were no finger prints from another person. Only Gary Cage's fingerprints were found. The blood on the wall is of course his."
"What about the fucking video tape?"
"That's the strange part. It appears as if Gary Cage was having a conversation late last night with thin air. He seemed to be communicating with someone who wasn't there, like he was delusional."
"What about the part where he died?"
"Another mystery. The camera seems to 'blink'. One minute Gary Cage is alive, the next minute he has a syringe pumped full of morphine jabbed in his eye, and that bloody message has been written from his torn arm. It's like someone used it for a fucking paint brush."
"So someone got into the security room and changed the tapes?"
"No, the guard on duty last night reported no anomalies, except for the fact he thought he heard crows cawing."
"Crows cawing?"
"Yes. And we also found a rather large black feather lying on a holy bible in Gary Cage's cell."
The warden shakes his head and says, "Don't let this shit get out to the media. Cover this up to be a suicide. Reattach his goddamn arm if you have to. I don't want anyone out there to know we've fucked up." "Of course not, sir," the investigator says before leaving the warden's office.
The Graveyard Shift
Night falls once more upon the sinful city. The three crows circle above the dead house, cawing out into the night as loud as they can. Slowly I return to consciousness. I stumble out of the closet and say, "Can't you let me sleep? I just want to go back to sleep and never wake up!"
Unfortunately, I'm not given such an escape. I get back on my skateboard outside and ride down the streets once more. I turn the volume on the CD player up. The beats of Rob Zombie fill my head. I feel like a fucking zombie. Oh wait, I am a zombie. How easy did I forget!
I walk through the graveyard, picking up two fresh roses from other graves. I apologize to the dead for stealing their flowers and only hope that they forgive me wherever they are. I walk to my parent's graves and lay one rose on each of the graves. Briefly I stare at my own grave, at the hole in the ground where my skeleton rose up and bonded with this teenage reincarnation.
"'I'm your boogie man, that's what I am,'" I say to my parent's graves. "I don't understand anymore. I don't understand why they chose me to come back. Why didn't they bring you back, father? You're much stronger and smarter than me. Why didn't they bring you back, mother? You always had the will to survive in the worst possible situations. I wish I could just dig my way into your graves and be back with you. But I can't. I have to fix things here, I have to keep the balance!"
The thunderstorm is about to let down another wave of killer raindrops. Tears of blackness run down my face, over the black lines under my eyes. "I'm going to be coming home soon. Please wait for me, my beloved parents. Please don't go without me," I say with tears running down my face.
Back on the streets again, I make my way to Margaret's trailer. When I knock on the door, like a regular human being, she yells for me to come in. I walk in and find her in her bedroom. She's lying on her bed wearing only a black bra and panties. "What are you doing?" I ask.
"Make love to me, Gavin. I need to feel close to you. I want to share with you the most precious thing I have to offer. We're both teenagers now, we're suppose to do this kind of stuff," she says. "You're my cousin," I respond. "Incest in the best," she grins.
"No, I did not come back from the dead to have sex. I came back for love."
"And I can give you love, very soft and delicate love."
I reach out for her, wanting to touch her soft flesh. But I close my hand tightly, forcing the thorns of the barbwire into my hand. "No, I cannot. This is not meant to be." She sits up and takes my hand into hers. She places my hand on one of her breasts, telling me, "Don't worry, you can't hurt me. I'm use to pain."
The thorns of barbwire cut the skin of her breast, causing blood to run down her body. The blood seems to scream at me, as if some kind of warning. I jump back from her. "No Goddamnit!" I yell. She rushes up to me, presses her body hard up against mine, and kisses my cold dead lips. Only when she feels how cold they really are, when she realizes how dead I am, is when she backs off. "I'm sorry," she says.
"Don't worry about it. You don't have to live your life like this. You can get away from your father, you can move on to better things!" I say. She says, "I know, I'm just so afraid of him. I'm afraid that if I leave he will just come after me and kill me." "No, my spirit will always protect you. You just have to believe," I respond.
Somewhere deep in the bowels of Hell I can hear the Devil laughing. Laughing like he has just played out some kind of wicked joke. The door opens and slams shut. "Hey bitch, get the fuck out here where I can see you!" her father yells. Margaret's eyes get really wide and she whispers, "Oh no, he's here!"
Broken Tree Limbs
Her father takes one look at me, and his half naked and bleeding daughter standing next to me. "What kind of fucking shithead have you dragged home this time? Tell this fucking loser to get off my propriety!" he yells. "Father stop!" she yells. He yells back, "Goddamnit you're nothing more than a whore!" That phrase, that voice, THAT FACE!
My mother had a brother named Lucien. Lucien was my uncle. And Lucien had a daughter, my cousin Margaret. The murderer of my family is Margaret's father! "LUCIEN!" I scream with rage. I charge into him, knocking him off his feet. He falls hard onto the TV set. "What the fuck! Nobody attacks me!" Lucien yells. Margaret just stands back and watches. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she has put the puzzle together.
"You son-of-a-bitch! You killed them! You killed me! I am going to rip off your fucking head and shove it straight up your ass!" I scream out with pure fury. I grab him and slam him through one of the trailer walls. Outside the rain is coming down very heavily. "Boy, I have no idea what the hell you are talking about!" Lucien yells.
I grab him, making sure to dig the barbwire into his flesh, and say, "Oh, but I bet you do. Does my face not look familiar enough to you? It should, you hit it enough times!" I pick him up off his feet and throw him into a utility shed in the neighbors yard. "I am going to break every bone in your body, rip your flesh from your muscle, and feed you to the birds!" I scream.
While lying in the utility shed, Lucien picks up a machete. He gets back up on his feet and says, "You have no idea who your messing with, kid. I could kill you and it would be self-defense!" "Did Sondra ever have self-defense? Did Marcus stand a chance against a gun? Did your wife tie that rope around her own neck? Yes, please tell me about fucking self-defense!" I yell.
Lucien has to stare into my eyes for a few moments until it finally dawns on him who I am. He remembers. Although puzzled at how one of his victims could come back to life, he dashes forth. I am not afraid; I'm invincible. Any wound he makes is only going to heal itself, and then Lucien will be in some serious deep shit. He will be the one afraid.
But the three crows fly above, cawing to give out a very serious warning. Lucien slashes the machete across my neck, nearly decapitating me. I collapse to my knees, holding my neck in my hands. "I guess now I'm going to have to finish what I started, aren't I boy?" he says. "Fuck you," I grunt. He laughs and says, "Spoken like a true fallen hero. See you in Hell, shithead." He kicks my head with all his might, separating my head from my shoulders.
Margaret stands in the rain. She watches with horror at the events unfolding before her. She screams when she witnesses my demise. "No, get up! You have to get up!" she yells. Lucien just stands over the body, laughing.
The three crows line up next to each other and swoop down over the body. As they pass, the body disappears from sight. Lucien stops laughing. He runs up to Margaret and puts the tip of the machete up to her neck. "It's time for you to pay, little whore," he says. Margaret can only cry.
Eternity
Swarming around in complete darkness. I scream but no sound can escape from my dead lungs. The black oil surrounds me once more, swallowing me whole. I have died again, I have failed my mission for love. It all happened so quickly. At one moment I was invincible, but then in the next moment, I lay beheaded on the ground.
The three crows swooped down and took my remains from the World of The Living and back into the Realm of The Dead. I am a fallen angel, a bird with broken wings. No disgrace or pain could ever be greater than this!
In the darkness, I make out the faint noises of screams. Familiar screams. I can make out the sight of my parents, drowning in the black oil. I try to scream once more, but nothing comes out. I reach out for them, but they are too far away. They are doing their best to hold onto one another. I fight as hard as I can to reach them, but it is too late. They sink and disappear into the darkness.
I hold my face in my hands, weeping tears of blood. I have lost them forever. Another sound reaches my ears, the giggles of a young boy. I look up to see the boy with the skull mask reaching down towards me from the surface of the black oil. I reach up and take hold of the young boy, and he pulls me up.
What more can she do but cry? There is no hope, only pain. Margaret sits in a room, locked up. She holds onto Gavin's teddy bear with dear life, just like little Gavin did so many times before. She is still wearing only her underwear, but is now covered and smeared in her own blood. Lucien used his machete to make cuts all over her body.
She huddles up into a ball on the floor, keeping the teddy bear near her heart. Outside her room she can hear her father Lucien walking around, playing loud country music on the stereo. She has no idea where she is or what he plans on doing. All she remembers was being thrown into the trunk of a car and driven for at least an hour. He took her out of the trunk and they were in the woods somewhere. He dragged her into an old house in the middle of nowhere.
Eternity waits for no one, you wait on it. No matter what we do, no matter what happens, time will continue to tick on forever. Gavin stumbles through the rainy streets and makes his way back towards the trailer park. There are no crows to guide his way, no one to point him in the right direction.
He comes to the trailer and walks in. No one is here, but there is blood on the walls and floor. When he touches the blood, no mad visions, just the warm wetness of the blood. But somehow Gavin has the deep feeling that it's Margaret's blood.
He walks into the bathroom and looks into the mirror. A few things have changed about his appearance. The mask of The Crow is gone. Now only his own blood runs down his face from the bullet hole in his head. There are stitches around his neck also. Gavin removes the black bandana from his head and stares into the bullet hole. He can only mumble out, "Motherfucker."
Enraged he punches the mirror, smashing into pieces. The glass and barbwire around his hand cause several cuts. This time, the wounds do not heal; he feels the physical pain of mortality. He has lost his invincibility, his powers are now gone.
Outside in the rain, he finds the broken CD player and headphones that Margaret gave him. The wire to the headphones was cut when he was beheaded. Gavin picks up the CD player and feels something strange come over him. He feels drawn to a certain place, a house in the woods. He drops the CD player to the ground and lets out deep sigh.
A full moon shines down through the dark thunderclouds. Gavin looks up at the moon and then back at his barbwire hands. "Tonight you are going to pay!" he screams out into the night. He takes off running back into the city.
Death Ride
Lucien opens the door to let all of his disturbed friends in. All of them are addicted to something: Drugs, sex, violence, and death. They are Lucien's ring of associates. They are the only ones who know about the murders and dealings he has done in the past years. They share everything together. They are a ring of murderers, the round table of the Devil's knights.
"Soon the auction will begin, so just grab a beer and make yourselves comfortable!" Lucien says. Inside her locked room, Margaret can hear all the people coming in. She wonders what the hell is going on, what Lucien has planned. But she doesn't let go of Gavin's teddy bear.
In the woods, I can see golden eyes in the trees. There seems to be hundreds of them, all watching me. I stand in the woods, glaring right back at them. But then in the blink of an eye, they are all gone. Softly a black feather falls on the ground before me. I smile wickedly to myself and keep on running through the woods.
I approach the old house with caution. There are cars and trucks parked everywhere around it. I can hear loud music being played from inside, and through the windows I can see many individuals partying. I hide in the shadows and watch closely through one of the windows.
Lucien disappears into a hallway and goes into one of the back room. Margaret screams and kicks as Lucien drags her out into the larger living room where everybody is. The crowd of people begins cheering. Anger flows through my veins when I see the condition she is in. But I notice her carrying my teddy bear. That's how I was able to find her; I remained connected with her and the teddy bear even without the powers of the Crow.
Now the next dilemma I faced. How do I go in and seek out my vengeance and save the damsel in distress? All of those people inside are drug dealers, murderers, gang members. If I was still invincible I could just walk in with ease and kill them all, but now? I'm going to need some help on my side.
Lucien ties a rope from the ceiling around Margaret's neck. He makes her stand on a small wooden chair. He whispers into her ear, "Just like your mother." He then faces the crowd and says, "Okay, the bidding will start at one thousand dollars!" The monster is auctioning off his very own daughter!
I have to do something, and I have to do it quick. I look through the vehicles around the old house. In the fourth vehicle I come across, I find a button that opens up the trunk. The car must belong to some kind of gang member, because there is nothing but weapons in the trunk.
"There is a God," I whisper out. I take a fully loaded shotgun onto my back, two Uzi machine guns holstered to my side, a large knife strapped to my leg, and two pistols stuffed under my belt. I cock the shotgun and say, "Time to rock the house."
"Two-thousand!" a woman yells out. "Three-thousand!" a gang member yells. Lucien can't stop smiling. The money is just going to roll in. He can take their money, pack up his shit, and move onto another city to haunt. Someone yells out for $4000, another $4,500. Soon Lucien just begins to laugh, but Margaret can only cry and hope that God is listening to her prayers.
A voice screams out from above, "'Come on, Come on…'" Lucien stops laughing and along with everyone else, he looks around for the source of the voice. "'Get up, get up'" the voice screams again. "Who the hell is that?" Lucien exclaims. Margaret stops crying. She recognizes the sound of the voice.
Crashing through the center of the old wooden ceiling, I fly down towards the floor with the corners of my jacket in my barbwire hands. My torn jacket looks like big black wings as I soar to the floor. I quickly take hold of the two Uzi's and scream, "'South Texas death ride, you motherfuck!'"
I open fire upon the crowd. Blood and shreds of flesh fly everywhere. Some of the people in the crowd start pulling out their own weapons. I feel a bullet grace my shoulder, but I keep mowing down the crowd. I run and jump through one of the windows when I see too many of them with guns.
"That fucking asshole!" Lucien yells, "I'll teach that bastard to fuck with me!" He kicks the chair out from under Margaret, causing her to choke. I pop up outside a window and aim my guns. "Not this time!" I yell. I shoot bullets through the rope choking Margaret, the rope snaps, and she collapses to the floor. Another bullet rips through my stomach, but I ignore the pain. Adrenaline can be the best shield.
Some gang members come running outside to catch me. I jump into a tree and hide. I holster the two Uzis and take hold of the shotgun. When the gang members walk around into my sight, I say, "Seven eight, lay them straight!" Their bloody corpses hit the ground without their brains intact. I hop down from the tree and make my way around to the back of the house.
A woman with a sword is waiting at the back door. She looks like some kind of witch or S&M model. I pull out my large knife and sneak up next to her. I chop off one of her hands and then stab the knife through the center of her head, sticking her to the back door. I pull out the two pistols from my belt and walk into the house.
Three guys are talking with Lucien. "Man, who the hell is that guy?" one of them asks. Lucien responds, "He's a fucking dead man." "I know that much, when we catch him we're gonna kill him!" another one says. Lucien shakes his head and says, "No, I really mean he's a DEAD MAN. I killed him and his mother three months ago. Now he's back." "Lucien I think you've smoked too many joints, dead people don't come back!" a guy says.
I put a bullet through the center of each of the three guys. "I beg to differ," I say. Lucien, with machete in hand, grabs Margaret and holds her in front of him. "Go ahead bird boy, shoot me now. Could your soul rest if you killed her?" Lucien yells. "'Du hast mich?'" I say. "What?" he asks. I answer, "You hate me? It's German."
"Not as much as your gonna hate me after I cut off her pretty little head!" he says, pressing the blade of the machete closer into her neck. A little bit of blood flows down. "Why Lucien? Why all the bloodshed and murder? Why did you kill me and my parents!" I scream.
"Oh, you want to know why? Because I fucking wanted to! Because I can! I kill for the pure joy of it. There's nothing quite like raping your own sister, and then killing her and her bastard son. Now, I'm going to kill you again!"
Before I can say or do anything, something very hard hits me across my head. I collapse to the floor. Blood runs down the side of my head from a very deep wound. I look up to see a large black man holding a wooden baseball bat with nails driven through it. "Oh fuck," I mumble out. The black man keeps beating me with the nailed bat, tearing away at my flesh and bone.
Right before I lose consciousness again, Lucien yells, "Stop! He's mine." He throws Margaret to the side and walks over to me. He picks me up to my feet and slams me against a wall. He stabs the machete through my stomach and into the wall. Blood rushes up and vomit out of my mouth.
Lucien laughs and says, "Goddamn youth of America! You're worthless, Gavin. You and your parents were nothing but worthless. Always were, and always will be. Now I want your last thought to be the fact that I'm going to chop Margaret into little bits and feed her to dogs. Just like the little whore that she is!"
I lower my head, slipping ever so closer to darkness. I can hear the laughter of a small boy. I open my eyes and look up. I can see the small boy with the skull mask standing next to Margaret. The boy is holding my teddy bear. He reaches up and takes off the skull mask. I see myself, the way I was when I was 10 years old.
Outside I can hear the sounds of crows cawing. "What the hell is that?" the black man asks. Through a broken window, the three crows known as Merlin, Draco, and Taurus fly into the house. They fly straight into the black man's face, ripping and clawing his face off. He falls on his back screaming. Merlin stabs his beak and claws into the black man's neck, killing him. The other two crows each take an eye and fly away.
Lucien looks at me and says, "You did that, didn't you bird boy? You are defiantly going to pay for that one!" Margaret looks up at me, right into my eyes, straight into my soul. She whispers out, "I love you, Gavin."
I didn't come back from the grave for revenge. I came back for love. In life, I loved my family very much. In death, that love has not died, but merely increased a thousand fold. A smile crosses my bloody face, and I begin to laugh. Lucien looks at me with curious eyes and asks, "What the hell are you laughing at?"
"'You can't kill me cuz I'm already inside you!'" I scream with insane laughter. The ribs around my chest open up and the small skeleton reaches out and grabs Lucien. For the first time in his life, Lucien is the one who is afraid.
The small skeleton tears it's way inside Lucien and they collapse to the floor. Lucien screams with great amounts of pain, and all I can do is laugh. Lucien shakes and trembles violently on the floor. The skeleton snaps and twists all of Lucien's bones from the inside. Finally the violent motions stop, and Lucien lays dead on the floor.
Ashes to Dust
I grab hold of the machete and pull it out of me. I drop it on the floor and walk over to Lucien's corpse. I stare down at the dead body of the monster that has caused my family and me so much pain. Even after he's dead, I still hate him with all my soul. I roar and slam my barbwire fist into his skull, smashing it to pieces like a fallen pumpkin. I look over to see Margaret sitting on the floor holding my teddy bear, shaking and crying. I take off my shredded jacket and wrap it around her body. "Come on, it's time to go home," I say. She stands up into my arms and I lead her out of the old wooden house.
We stand outside of a hospital in the city. "Look, go inside there and get treated for those wounds. Tell them to call the police and alert them about all the dead criminals at that house, ok?" I ask. She nods and asks, "What about you? Where are you going?" I take in a deep breath, a heavy sigh, and respond, "It's time for me to go home. My parents miss me."
She looks down, trying to hide the tears flowing down her face. I lift up her head so she can look me in the eyes and I say, "Don't worry, we'll meet again one day. I promise. But I have to go now." "But who will watch after me now? Who will be my knight in shinning armor after you leave?" she asks.
I smile and say, "Oh don't worry, I'm leaving you a friend behind to keep an eye on things for me." I look over her shoulder and wave. The crow known as Merlin sits on top of an ambulance. Margaret smiles and gives me a big hug. I hug her back and whisper into her ear, "Goodbye." By the time she whispers it back, I'm gone. Merlin caws and flies onto Margaret's shoulder. Margaret looks up at the crow and says, "So pal, buddy, partner, comrade, what next?"
The cold wind breezes by me and sends chills all throughout my body. I stand before our graves, looking down at them. I look up at the sky and whisper to myself, "I am going to miss this place."
I stand on top of my tombstone and hold my arms out. The wind blows harder and harder, the world seems to get colder every second. Slowly my body turns to ashes, blowing away into the cold harsh night.
The next day Margaret visits our graves. She's wearing a black dress with a black veil. Merlin the crow circles around the air above for a moment and then lands in a tree near our graves. Margaret kneels in front of my tombstone and lays down my teddy bear on my grave. She kisses her finger and touches the teddy bear. "No more pain," she whispers before walking away.
The End
Quotes:
"Mother is the name for God on the hearts and lips of all children", "I know why Jesus wept motherfuckers" ~The Crow
"Let the bodies hit the floor" ~ Drowning Pool
"I could see, I could see, but I'm going blind!" ~ KoRn
"I sit in my shell and wait to bleed", "You can't kill me cuz I'm already inside you!" ~ Slipknot
"I'm your boogie man, that's what I am" ~ Rob Zombie
"Come on, Come on Get up, Get up, South Texas death ride you motherfuck" ~ Union Underground
"Du hast mich" ~ Rammstein