The noises of a typical city street filled the air and the rain pelted hard
on hooded heads. Nothing was out of the ordinary, just yet anyway. A crow
sailed high overhead and landed on a gravestone in the local cemetery. The
name read "Katrina Thomas Died July 19, 2000 'May she rest in peace.'" The
crow cawed loudly and the ground beneath the tombstone began to tremble.
The dirt rose from the ground as if someone was pushing it up, and indeed,
someone was. An inhuman cry filled the air as she climbed out of her grave,
emotions that could never be explained coursed through Katrina's veins as
she stumbled away from the broken ground. The crow cawed again and she
stopped suddenly. She knew the stories, she knew what had happened now. The
crow had brought her back to life to get revenge. She turned to face the
bird and the crow cawed yet again, but this time, she could understand what
it was saying.
"The man you seek is not just the man you want to kill. There are others that you must find for your mission to be complete. Fulfil this quest and your soul will be left in peace as it was meant to. I am allowing you one other wish, but only to help you with your task. What is it you would like?" it said in a soothing yet firm voice. Katrina felt her throat and ran her fingers across the scar tissue there. She remembered everything now, the man, the knife, the murders. She didn't think she'd be able to speak, but she tried anyhow.
"Bring me Eric Draven."
Meanwhile, in a bar not too far from where Katrina was, a group of rugged men sat talking about, of course, their achievements.
"I got me a nice lookin' watch from some guy 'bout a year ago. It hasn't broken yet!" said Braun, who was exactly as his name. He took a long swig of beer before saying something else.
"And for the whole reason we're here right now, I'd like to congratulate Ditto, for today is the year anniversary of his first day in the Satan Dragons. He killed two people that day! Happy anniversary, Ditto." And all of the surrounding men drank to that toast. Ditto clanked his beer glass down and sat back relaxed. 'Heh, about time they recognized me for doing something. I was about to beat their asses.' He said to himself. Beerbelly and Gutter were laughing about nothing, drunk off their asses and Braun was talking to Ditto. Ditto wore a smug look, he was very pleased with himself.
"Look, man, just tell me what happened, I wanna know!" said Braun, eager to hear his friend's tale of destruction. Ditto sat up straight and leaned forward. He talked in a low whisper so only Braun would be able to hear him.
"I was just getting done with killing some guy in an office building when this chick walked in. I saw it was my ex-girlfriend, right? So I finished off that guy and she ran, and I followed her." He paused to see Braun's reaction, which was pleasingly shocked. He continued, "I chase her down on the streets and she trips a couple times, but she gets back up, boy is she quick. So I corner her in an alley, and she starts yellin' at me, 'You killed him, you killed him, blah blah blah!' and I finally had enough and slit her throat. She was just some dumb old bitch anyways." He finished and Braun let out a breath.
"Damn man, that's some story. Well, I'm tired of this hellhole, let's get outta here." And with hoots of victory, the Satan's Dragons left the bar in a drunken stupor.
"The man you seek is not just the man you want to kill. There are others that you must find for your mission to be complete. Fulfil this quest and your soul will be left in peace as it was meant to. I am allowing you one other wish, but only to help you with your task. What is it you would like?" it said in a soothing yet firm voice. Katrina felt her throat and ran her fingers across the scar tissue there. She remembered everything now, the man, the knife, the murders. She didn't think she'd be able to speak, but she tried anyhow.
"Bring me Eric Draven."
Meanwhile, in a bar not too far from where Katrina was, a group of rugged men sat talking about, of course, their achievements.
"I got me a nice lookin' watch from some guy 'bout a year ago. It hasn't broken yet!" said Braun, who was exactly as his name. He took a long swig of beer before saying something else.
"And for the whole reason we're here right now, I'd like to congratulate Ditto, for today is the year anniversary of his first day in the Satan Dragons. He killed two people that day! Happy anniversary, Ditto." And all of the surrounding men drank to that toast. Ditto clanked his beer glass down and sat back relaxed. 'Heh, about time they recognized me for doing something. I was about to beat their asses.' He said to himself. Beerbelly and Gutter were laughing about nothing, drunk off their asses and Braun was talking to Ditto. Ditto wore a smug look, he was very pleased with himself.
"Look, man, just tell me what happened, I wanna know!" said Braun, eager to hear his friend's tale of destruction. Ditto sat up straight and leaned forward. He talked in a low whisper so only Braun would be able to hear him.
"I was just getting done with killing some guy in an office building when this chick walked in. I saw it was my ex-girlfriend, right? So I finished off that guy and she ran, and I followed her." He paused to see Braun's reaction, which was pleasingly shocked. He continued, "I chase her down on the streets and she trips a couple times, but she gets back up, boy is she quick. So I corner her in an alley, and she starts yellin' at me, 'You killed him, you killed him, blah blah blah!' and I finally had enough and slit her throat. She was just some dumb old bitch anyways." He finished and Braun let out a breath.
"Damn man, that's some story. Well, I'm tired of this hellhole, let's get outta here." And with hoots of victory, the Satan's Dragons left the bar in a drunken stupor.