The crow perched on the weathered tombstone and started pecking. The ground
rumbled much like it had before, and a man gasping for breath climbed out.
He was wearing black pants and a tattered shirt along with some boots. He
struggled to get up, and Katrina rushed over to help him. He was startled,
so as a reaction he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back.
"Who are you and what do you want?" He said as he gripped her wrist tightly. She only laughed and pushed him away with her free hand. She circled him and her torn white funeral dress dragged behind her. She stopped and looked at him.
"So, you're him, huh? You're Eric Draven. As for who I am and what I want, I am a victim who wants the help of an expert." Katrina said in a voice filled with both sadness and vengefulness. Eric stood there stunned, and looked at the girl before him. She had pale alabaster skin, orange hair up in a bun, and had a long scar across her throat. She reminded him of someone, someone from his past, and he shuddered at the thought. She walked towards him with hope in her eyes.
"Please help me, I need to kill these 4 men. He…he killed me and…" Katrina couldn't finish, and she broke into a fit of tears. Eric dropped down on his knees and cradled her until she could start talking again. There was something about Katrina that reminded him of Shelly, his former love, and he felt the need to comfort her in any way he can.
"He killed my father." She finally finished, and she wiped the tears from her face. She slowly stood up with the help of Eric and she started her story in a more complete sense.
"I was in my father's office building helping him with something, and I heard a noise so I went into his office. There standing over my father's bloody body was my ex, and he took the knives out of my father's corpse. I ran out and I was running down the streets, but he was following me. So I turned into an alley which ended up being a dead end. He told me 'I don't think it's gonna work out and he slit my throat…" she said as she showed him the scar. Eric knew the pains all too well. He again held her when she started sobbing, and then lifted her chin to face him.
"I'll help you, but I want to let you know something. Being a resurrected soul has its prices. You can't let the bird die, or you die. Never leave my side, and always be on the look out. Do you understand that?" he said gently, trying to ease the pain of remembering. Katrina nodded and started to walk, she knew where to go next. Eric followed her, still amazed at how much she really was like Shelly. He vowed then and there to protect her while they were both in the land of the living, and even in the realm of the dead.
"Who are you and what do you want?" He said as he gripped her wrist tightly. She only laughed and pushed him away with her free hand. She circled him and her torn white funeral dress dragged behind her. She stopped and looked at him.
"So, you're him, huh? You're Eric Draven. As for who I am and what I want, I am a victim who wants the help of an expert." Katrina said in a voice filled with both sadness and vengefulness. Eric stood there stunned, and looked at the girl before him. She had pale alabaster skin, orange hair up in a bun, and had a long scar across her throat. She reminded him of someone, someone from his past, and he shuddered at the thought. She walked towards him with hope in her eyes.
"Please help me, I need to kill these 4 men. He…he killed me and…" Katrina couldn't finish, and she broke into a fit of tears. Eric dropped down on his knees and cradled her until she could start talking again. There was something about Katrina that reminded him of Shelly, his former love, and he felt the need to comfort her in any way he can.
"He killed my father." She finally finished, and she wiped the tears from her face. She slowly stood up with the help of Eric and she started her story in a more complete sense.
"I was in my father's office building helping him with something, and I heard a noise so I went into his office. There standing over my father's bloody body was my ex, and he took the knives out of my father's corpse. I ran out and I was running down the streets, but he was following me. So I turned into an alley which ended up being a dead end. He told me 'I don't think it's gonna work out and he slit my throat…" she said as she showed him the scar. Eric knew the pains all too well. He again held her when she started sobbing, and then lifted her chin to face him.
"I'll help you, but I want to let you know something. Being a resurrected soul has its prices. You can't let the bird die, or you die. Never leave my side, and always be on the look out. Do you understand that?" he said gently, trying to ease the pain of remembering. Katrina nodded and started to walk, she knew where to go next. Eric followed her, still amazed at how much she really was like Shelly. He vowed then and there to protect her while they were both in the land of the living, and even in the realm of the dead.