The Crow Tides of Sin

The Crow Tides of Sin

By

Shaz Shaz220885@hotmail.com

The flash ends, I open my eyes and stand up. The crow is still looking at me. Now do you understand why you've been brought back? "It was you wasn't it?" Yes, now you must prepare for your task what do you mean?" You cant be an angel of death looking like that I realise that the bird had a point. I walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror. My face is dirty and I look pale, my hair is knotted and it's full of dirt. I decide I better get cleaned up first. I couldn't deliver my killers into the hands of death looking like this could I? It would be bad manners. I laugh at this thought; I can't wait to see their faces. Will they recognise me? Will I have to remind them of that night? I know one thing, I'm going to enjoy the look on their faces when they realise they're going to die, even more I'm going to enjoy killing them one by one slowly and painfully. First you must look the part as well as think the part I turn on a tap hoping the water still works in the building. It does and I decide to have a shower. I undress and step under the falling water its cold but this doesn't bother me and it feels good. I have a happier vision this time –

-Jack and I making love in the shower –

I smile at this memory and carry on washing the dirt out of my hair. You really should start to get ready now if you want to get this done soon I look at the bird and get out of the shower. "What can I wear?" I say while looking at the rags I had been wearing you'll find something if you look I wander into my old room "how will I find anything to wear, the room was torched" some of the closet wasn't I walk to the closet, it was a walk in closet which held all of our clothes. I felt drawn in a way to the black clothes. I found some black trousers and a black long sleeved top. I found some black underwear and when I was dressed I went over to the full-length mirror and wiped away the soot to look at myself. "Not bad but there's something missing" then it hits me. I walk back into the closet and come out again wearing Jacks long duster jacket. You have the clothes but what about the face? "I know exactly what to do" I walk back into the bathroom and open the cupboard under the sink and get out two cans of paint, one black and one white (we were going to start redecorating a few weeks after our anniversary). I look in the mirror and dip my hands into the white paint and rub it all over my face I then take a thin paintbrush and fill in my lips. I see Jacks mutilated face again and extend the edges across my cheeks I remember the streaks of blood running down his cheeks and paint lines from my eyes and down my cheeks in two thin lines. I then carried the lines on up my forehead. I step back and look at my new face and smile. "This'll scare the shit out of them" Lets go I follow the crow out of the building and to a department store. "What are we doing here? I thought we were going after those men." You need weapons first" "Ok so we just break in and get what we need right?" I feel a bit uneasy about breaking and entering but then I think what the hell what are the police going to do, I'm dead I smash the display window with a kick and walk inside. I head straight for the weapons section. "This is going to be fun!" I look around and see all types of weapons, guns, and swords and knifes. I giggle like a child in a sweet shop and start collecting weaponry. I see a sword I like the look of, it looks like something a ninja would use. I take it and strap it to my back. I then see a smaller, knife version of it and put it into the back of my trousers. I grab 3 lengths rope (You never know, I can be inventive) then head for the guns section. When I was alive I had no idea about guns but now I knew which ones to go for. I got the most powerful gun I could find and two smaller guns and then I head for the back where they keep the ammunition I break the door off its hinges and fill my pockets with as much ammo as I could and then head out the way I came in.

"Who's first?" Snake, he's the one who pulled the knife on Jack, follow me I follow the bird again and it leads me to a club. It looks like the kind of place drug addicts, drunks, murders and rapists would hang out. "Looks like the right kind of place I would find them in." I'll wait outside, don't be too long you have much to do "You sound like a parent" I walk in. The smell is awful and its very crowded and noisy but I try not to think of it as I scan the crowds looking for him. I see him in the far corner of the room sitting at a table with a whore. I ignore the looks I'm getting from the other customers I have my mind set on my task. I stop at the table and wait for him to notice me. This is hard because being this close to him makes me want to kill him right here and now in the most painful way possible however I want to play his death out for as long as possible. Then he looks up at me, he doesn't recognise me, that's good for now. "What the hell do you want freak?" "I want some fun and I heard you're the one to provide it." My appearance doesn't seem to faze him. But then I wouldn't blame him, looking at the whore next to him. She must be wearing more make-up then the whole cast of cats put together! I walk closer and sit on the table in front of him and smile. "Can you provide me with the most fun I'll ever have?" he stands up and looks at me with his beady eyes he seems to be looking at me like I'm a piece of meat, that's fine by me. By the time I'm finished with him all that'll be left of him will be a piece of meat. "You'll have more fun then you can handle, " he sneers. He then grabs me by the arm and then leads me upstairs leaving the whore behind. He leads me to a small dingy apartment room at the back of the building I look around.

There's a bedroom, a bathroom, a living room and a kitchen. He lets go of my arm and closes and locks the door. He starts to take off his clothes I can't stand waiting any longer. I take off my coat and silently unsheathe my sword while he struggles to take his shirt off. I walk closer silently. By the time he finally pulls the shirt over his head I'm standing right in front of him with my sword pointed at his head. "What the fuck!" he looks surprised and jumps back. I smile, enjoying the look on his face and his fear. "What's wrong? Aren't we having fun?" I advance on him as he retreats towards the kitchen. I could stop him but I think it'll be more fun if I give him a chance, make him think he can win. He grabs a knife and throws it at me. To my surprise it hits me in the chest, I look down at it, he must have thrown it very hard because the entire blade went in and only the handle showed. He laughs "Stupid bitch" I look up at him and smile. He is beginning to worry because I didn't fall down, if I were alive that would have killed me. "Ouch that hurt" I pull the blade out of my chest to show him the wound as it healed. I begin throwing the knife up in one hand smiling as he looked at me too shocked to move. "Its not nice to play with knives" I throw the knife into his leg and he cries in pain and falls to the floor and passes out. I walk up to him and pick him up and carry him to the bedroom and drop him on the bed. After a search of his apartment I find a pair of handcuffs and use them to cuff him to the bed. I then gag him and put the can of gasoline I found in the kitchen next to the bed. I slap him a few times to wake him up. "Does this scene seem familiar Snake?" I take the gag out of his mouth "Do you remember me?"

"What are you talking about?" "You must remember a year ago tonight you and your friends killed three people, a street beggar and a couple all in cold blood!" "So what if we did! They deserved it!" "Jack didn't deserve to die that beggar didn't deserve to die! You do!" I put the gag back into his mouth and pick up the can. I cover him in petrol. I then decide to do something else I want him to die more painfully then Jack and I did. I take the knife out of the back of my trousers and cut out one of his eyes. "An eye for an eye." His screams are muffled by the gag in his mouth I take the gag back out of his mouth and put the eye in then I quickly put the gag in before he can spit it out he starts to choke on the eye before he swallows it. The crow flies in through an open window If you want to really hurt him then give him your pain "What do you mean?" Place your hands on his head and you'll see. I do as the crow says and close my eyes there is another flash but this one isn't painful. It makes me feel slightly better. I take my hands away and look at him. He is now thrashing around on the bed and screaming much louder. I hate to put him out of his misery but it must be done. I light a match I found in the kitchen and throw it on him. He is instantly covered in flames and the smoke rises and stains the wall in the shape of a crow. I smile at my work and walk towards the window putting my coat back on. I jump out of the window straight to the ground landing in a crouch. "Where to now?" This way . I follow leaving the sound of Snake's tortured screams behind me.