The Crow; Retribution of Love
Disclaimer- This is based on the series of Crow movies, it is my first Crow fic. I do not own the crow movies, or anyone associated with them. I do, however, own Charlotte, Keegan, and any other unfamiliar sounding characters in this fic. (Though some of the characters have been based on characters in movies.)
Authors Note- Ah, yes, my own personal space. Read this story and think what you will, but please, unless you've a way to fix something you dislike about my story; do not bring it to my attention. I.e., I would gratefully accept ' I think you could make..better by.' But if I get this 'This fic is blatantly stupid and unoriginal' I'll come after you.crow style
Summary- This is about a young woman who is slaughtered and comes back to seek revenge on her murderers (Sound familiar?) But, with an interesting twist, she is not only aided by the Crow and a human, this time. She has the help of another vengeful spirit, seeking revenge on the same people.
Enjoy..
The Crow; Retribution of Love.
The Death, the tears.the retribution of love (prologue)
Her ears were ringing. The gunshot had brought her back to that painful reality; there were people, in the next room, killing a man.
Charlotte Shepard knelt on the old, weathered, hardwood floors in the old, uninhabited mansion. Her arms were tied behind her back, none too loosely, and her pale cheeks were wet with salty tears. Tears that were still falling after all the horror she had witnessed in a single evening.
A simple answer, to a simple question. That was all they wanted.whoever they were. She had refused them an answer, as had one of the two men also being given that horrid ultimatum, Tell and live, or die.
As she heard the terrible sound of the man she had seen but once crumple to the floor, she could almost see his rather muscular form lying, beaten, and broken, in a pool of his own blood. She blanched as the vision entered her head, and flinched as a soft squeaking signaled the opening of the door to the room in which she was held captive.the room in which she would die.
"Aw, she's bein' a good little girl, ain't she Dice?" One of the two men huffed as they lumbered into the room. "Ain't moved an inch since we put her here." He trailed off at a glare from his partner, the man who had come to stand in front of his prisoner.
"Well, my sweet." The second man, presumably 'Dice' was interrupted by a well aimed stint of spit. Though disoriented for a brief moment, he retaliated with a sharp slap, exploding against the soft, moist skin.
"As I was saying, my pet, parting is such sweet sorrow, any last words?" He drawled lazily, admiring the small pistol in his hand, and then pointing it at her head. She winced from the blow and tried her hardest to calm herself, and cease her shaking. And then, as placidly as was possible, she replied.
" Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact." Forced its self from between chapped tiers.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" The first man roared, "Are you fucking crazy!" He had made his way in front of Charlotte, and was now glaring down at her. Those khaki orbs held a maniacal, yet malicious glint. She met his eyes with equal ferocity.
"Tsk, tsk, All are lunatics, but he who can explain his delusion is called a philosopher." She began. If all was lost, she could at least screw with their minds a bit. They were so dense, it made things so much more fun.
Well, the small voice in her head whispered. It's been real, it's been fun.it just hasn't been real fun..
"Damn it, will you just shoot me already!" She yelled, surprising all three of them, "He who hesitates is a damned fool!" She raged, giving up the sanity and squirming against her bonds in one last feeble attempt to escape. Dice narrowed those beady eyes and looked to his companion.
".might as well kill her. That bitch has gone nuts." He reasoned, his finger tightening on the trigger. From then on, it went like one would expect in a movie. Little by little, his finger pulled. And then it happened, astonishing the two who were still able to gasp.
FIN
Okay, I hope you guys liked that little bit, the plot is formulating in my head. Oh, and here are the quotes I used.
" Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact." George Eliot (1819-1880)
"All are lunatics, but he who can explain his delusion is called a philosopher." Ambrose Bierce (1842- 1914)
"He who hesitates is a damned fool" Mae West (1892- 1980)
Read on!
Disclaimer- This is based on the series of Crow movies, it is my first Crow fic. I do not own the crow movies, or anyone associated with them. I do, however, own Charlotte, Keegan, and any other unfamiliar sounding characters in this fic. (Though some of the characters have been based on characters in movies.)
Authors Note- Ah, yes, my own personal space. Read this story and think what you will, but please, unless you've a way to fix something you dislike about my story; do not bring it to my attention. I.e., I would gratefully accept ' I think you could make..better by.' But if I get this 'This fic is blatantly stupid and unoriginal' I'll come after you.crow style
Summary- This is about a young woman who is slaughtered and comes back to seek revenge on her murderers (Sound familiar?) But, with an interesting twist, she is not only aided by the Crow and a human, this time. She has the help of another vengeful spirit, seeking revenge on the same people.
Enjoy..
The Crow; Retribution of Love.
The Death, the tears.the retribution of love (prologue)
Her ears were ringing. The gunshot had brought her back to that painful reality; there were people, in the next room, killing a man.
Charlotte Shepard knelt on the old, weathered, hardwood floors in the old, uninhabited mansion. Her arms were tied behind her back, none too loosely, and her pale cheeks were wet with salty tears. Tears that were still falling after all the horror she had witnessed in a single evening.
A simple answer, to a simple question. That was all they wanted.whoever they were. She had refused them an answer, as had one of the two men also being given that horrid ultimatum, Tell and live, or die.
As she heard the terrible sound of the man she had seen but once crumple to the floor, she could almost see his rather muscular form lying, beaten, and broken, in a pool of his own blood. She blanched as the vision entered her head, and flinched as a soft squeaking signaled the opening of the door to the room in which she was held captive.the room in which she would die.
"Aw, she's bein' a good little girl, ain't she Dice?" One of the two men huffed as they lumbered into the room. "Ain't moved an inch since we put her here." He trailed off at a glare from his partner, the man who had come to stand in front of his prisoner.
"Well, my sweet." The second man, presumably 'Dice' was interrupted by a well aimed stint of spit. Though disoriented for a brief moment, he retaliated with a sharp slap, exploding against the soft, moist skin.
"As I was saying, my pet, parting is such sweet sorrow, any last words?" He drawled lazily, admiring the small pistol in his hand, and then pointing it at her head. She winced from the blow and tried her hardest to calm herself, and cease her shaking. And then, as placidly as was possible, she replied.
" Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact." Forced its self from between chapped tiers.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" The first man roared, "Are you fucking crazy!" He had made his way in front of Charlotte, and was now glaring down at her. Those khaki orbs held a maniacal, yet malicious glint. She met his eyes with equal ferocity.
"Tsk, tsk, All are lunatics, but he who can explain his delusion is called a philosopher." She began. If all was lost, she could at least screw with their minds a bit. They were so dense, it made things so much more fun.
Well, the small voice in her head whispered. It's been real, it's been fun.it just hasn't been real fun..
"Damn it, will you just shoot me already!" She yelled, surprising all three of them, "He who hesitates is a damned fool!" She raged, giving up the sanity and squirming against her bonds in one last feeble attempt to escape. Dice narrowed those beady eyes and looked to his companion.
".might as well kill her. That bitch has gone nuts." He reasoned, his finger tightening on the trigger. From then on, it went like one would expect in a movie. Little by little, his finger pulled. And then it happened, astonishing the two who were still able to gasp.
FIN
Okay, I hope you guys liked that little bit, the plot is formulating in my head. Oh, and here are the quotes I used.
" Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact." George Eliot (1819-1880)
"All are lunatics, but he who can explain his delusion is called a philosopher." Ambrose Bierce (1842- 1914)
"He who hesitates is a damned fool" Mae West (1892- 1980)
Read on!