The Crow: Wait and Bleed

The Crow: Wait and Bleed

Purpose

"I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, but in what direction we move."

- Oliver Wendell Holmes

Joseph trembled in fear before the huge figure that hovered above him. "That's right Joseph, it's on the tip of our tongue. Just say it."

"I'm dead." Joseph said in a faint and weak whiper.

"And…" the figure said.

"You are death." Joseph said as tears began to pour from his eyes.

"Good job Joseph. Now prepare for some painful pictures. Close your eyes Joseph." Joseph fell back to the floor and lie there sobbing and slowly closed his eyes. "You were slaughtered." And like a mighty river, the thoughts flowed back into his head. He remembered what had happened. "Your children were killed. Your wife was beaten and raped."

The sadness in Joseph's heart collided with anger and pain until he could take it no longer. "NNNNNNOOOOOOO!!!!!! STOP IT!!!!!"

"Good, you are angry." The dark figure said. "That's what I want. Get angry. Get angrier. Vengeance. That's what comes next Joseph, vengeance. Make them pay, make them suffer. Make them suffer like you have. There are eight souls that you must reap for me Joseph. I will grant you life, for a short period of time. You will live for one week. During that week you will take their lives unmercifully just like they did to you. You must be warned though Joseph. You will be invincible to any of their weapons except for two. The only things that will defeat you are fire and sunlight. You will be cloaked with the face of night, and you will be my reaper. Go forth Joseph. Justice is death, and death is what you make it. Now go and set the wrong things right."

Joseph stood to his feet and closed his eyes. The dark figure opened his cloak and a darkness consumed Joseph. And then all of a sudden out of nowhere, Joseph stood in front of his own grave.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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