The Crow: Forgotten Angels
-Grace's Story-
Author's Note: As a disclaimer, I am a fan, writing a FANfic. So, in other words, I pretty much own nothing that was from the movie, even though I wish I could have my own Ashe-concubine. I tried to describe part of the movie in this chapter, so please bear with me if it wasn't that great. I know that the chapters have been really short, but I have Scene 5 done already, so that will make the third updated today! Anyways, enjoy, like always!
Part I: Scene 4
John awaited Grace in the main room of him cramped apartment. When she finally emerged from the bathroom, his eye widened at how different she looked. Without the dirt on her skin, Grace only appeared more fragile with her pale complexion and wet hair. Her round face magnified her eyes, dawning an innocent look to her distressing features. 'Ironic,' John thought to himself, 'like life is playing some sick game.'
Grace flushed under the stare John was giving, her arms once again wrapping around her body in a comforting hug. The bath had left her mind throbbing, and reminded her body of how tired she really was. As if in tone with her mind, Grace's stomach growled.
"Alright," John started, holding back a smile at the deep blush that ran across the sad girls cheeks before him, "I'll take you out for a quick lunch, nothing big- I'm low in cash at the moment- then I'll take you to go see Roland." He pulled out a leather jacket from a pile of clothes next to him and put it on. "Who knows, you might make some friends." John flashed a smile at Grace, but grinned when he noticed she was silently crying.
Grace's head hung low, ashamed at the pitiful act of crying. She felt John's hand pat her back, his other pulling her into a comforting hug. Grace cried more freely now, unable to keep the emotions back any longer. What was it she was turning into? She thought her life would be better since she left bad habits behind. Now… now this was happening.
'Is some god laughing at me?' Grace screamed mentally, clinging onto John, her head laying on his shoulder. 'Does what I feel mean nothing?' Grace feel limb in John's arms, emotionally drained from her internal war.
"No…" It came off her lips in a hush, barely heard by herself, as her eyes shut in vain to end the tears. John rocked the crying girl in arms gently, leaning over to kiss her head softly as she passed from him into the arms of sleep.
-Grace's Story-
Author's Note: As a disclaimer, I am a fan, writing a FANfic. So, in other words, I pretty much own nothing that was from the movie, even though I wish I could have my own Ashe-concubine. I tried to describe part of the movie in this chapter, so please bear with me if it wasn't that great. I know that the chapters have been really short, but I have Scene 5 done already, so that will make the third updated today! Anyways, enjoy, like always!
Part I: Scene 4
John awaited Grace in the main room of him cramped apartment. When she finally emerged from the bathroom, his eye widened at how different she looked. Without the dirt on her skin, Grace only appeared more fragile with her pale complexion and wet hair. Her round face magnified her eyes, dawning an innocent look to her distressing features. 'Ironic,' John thought to himself, 'like life is playing some sick game.'
Grace flushed under the stare John was giving, her arms once again wrapping around her body in a comforting hug. The bath had left her mind throbbing, and reminded her body of how tired she really was. As if in tone with her mind, Grace's stomach growled.
"Alright," John started, holding back a smile at the deep blush that ran across the sad girls cheeks before him, "I'll take you out for a quick lunch, nothing big- I'm low in cash at the moment- then I'll take you to go see Roland." He pulled out a leather jacket from a pile of clothes next to him and put it on. "Who knows, you might make some friends." John flashed a smile at Grace, but grinned when he noticed she was silently crying.
Grace's head hung low, ashamed at the pitiful act of crying. She felt John's hand pat her back, his other pulling her into a comforting hug. Grace cried more freely now, unable to keep the emotions back any longer. What was it she was turning into? She thought her life would be better since she left bad habits behind. Now… now this was happening.
'Is some god laughing at me?' Grace screamed mentally, clinging onto John, her head laying on his shoulder. 'Does what I feel mean nothing?' Grace feel limb in John's arms, emotionally drained from her internal war.
"No…" It came off her lips in a hush, barely heard by herself, as her eyes shut in vain to end the tears. John rocked the crying girl in arms gently, leaning over to kiss her head softly as she passed from him into the arms of sleep.