The Crow: Forgotten Angels
-Grace's Story-
Author's Note: Eh, part 5 is up! And chapter 6 is o its way, very soon... hopefully. Anyways, I am sorry if Grace is a little bit on the "cry-baby" side, but, I was just thinking of how a girl might act when she is forced to sell her body for food... Well, thats all for now. Viva Le Crow!
Part I: Scene 5
A motorcycle speeded down the barren streets. The driver was John, while behind him sat Grace, her arms nervously wrapped around his waist. John pulled up in front of a tall, brown stoned building adorned with gothic statues.
"Judah's Tower." Grace said to herself, causing John to turn around and give her a concerning glance. "I've heard about it-from Spider Monkey- but I never went in…" Both their eyes scanned it for a moment, taking in the sheer size and beauty of it. "What are we doing her?" Grace asked softly while lifting herself off the bike.
"Eh, well… Judah's been… "eliminated," and Roland took the opportunity to merge Judah's territory with his own." John grunted as he threw his leg over the bike. He led Grace into the tower, telling her to stay close to him.
As they entered two massive, leather-trench-coat claded men, greeted them. They nodded at John, letting him continue to lead Grace up a flight of stairs. The stairs climbed into a hallway with columns mad of a thin sheet of material with bodings pressing against the columns from within. They walked down the hallway to another set of stairs that lead up into a large crowd of people, like some sea of flesh and leather. John grabbed Grace's wrist and pulled her after him as he pushed through the people.
Grace caught a glance of two women seeming to be giving off a show. They both wear twin leather outfits resembling bathing suits, only with the section over their breasts cut out. They wore spiked collars around their necks, a chain connecting them around a pole that came out from the ground. The taller of the two women ran her hands down her own body while the second licked the taller, her hands following the first's.
'Is this my future?' Grace thought as bodies all around pressed up against her, a stray hand feeling her until disappearing into the ocean of people. John held tighter onto Grace as they reached the end of the crowd, breaking way to a door, which John opened with his free hand. Behind the door rested a spiral staircase climbing up many floors. John never left his grip on Grace's wrist, pulling her up the stairs the whole way, causing her to be quite tired. At last John reached the floor he wanted and finally let go of grace.
"I'll do the talking, okay?" Grace just nodded at John. 'Its too late now,' she muttered mentally, following John into the room beyond the door.
-Grace's Story-
Author's Note: Eh, part 5 is up! And chapter 6 is o its way, very soon... hopefully. Anyways, I am sorry if Grace is a little bit on the "cry-baby" side, but, I was just thinking of how a girl might act when she is forced to sell her body for food... Well, thats all for now. Viva Le Crow!
Part I: Scene 5
A motorcycle speeded down the barren streets. The driver was John, while behind him sat Grace, her arms nervously wrapped around his waist. John pulled up in front of a tall, brown stoned building adorned with gothic statues.
"Judah's Tower." Grace said to herself, causing John to turn around and give her a concerning glance. "I've heard about it-from Spider Monkey- but I never went in…" Both their eyes scanned it for a moment, taking in the sheer size and beauty of it. "What are we doing her?" Grace asked softly while lifting herself off the bike.
"Eh, well… Judah's been… "eliminated," and Roland took the opportunity to merge Judah's territory with his own." John grunted as he threw his leg over the bike. He led Grace into the tower, telling her to stay close to him.
As they entered two massive, leather-trench-coat claded men, greeted them. They nodded at John, letting him continue to lead Grace up a flight of stairs. The stairs climbed into a hallway with columns mad of a thin sheet of material with bodings pressing against the columns from within. They walked down the hallway to another set of stairs that lead up into a large crowd of people, like some sea of flesh and leather. John grabbed Grace's wrist and pulled her after him as he pushed through the people.
Grace caught a glance of two women seeming to be giving off a show. They both wear twin leather outfits resembling bathing suits, only with the section over their breasts cut out. They wore spiked collars around their necks, a chain connecting them around a pole that came out from the ground. The taller of the two women ran her hands down her own body while the second licked the taller, her hands following the first's.
'Is this my future?' Grace thought as bodies all around pressed up against her, a stray hand feeling her until disappearing into the ocean of people. John held tighter onto Grace as they reached the end of the crowd, breaking way to a door, which John opened with his free hand. Behind the door rested a spiral staircase climbing up many floors. John never left his grip on Grace's wrist, pulling her up the stairs the whole way, causing her to be quite tired. At last John reached the floor he wanted and finally let go of grace.
"I'll do the talking, okay?" Grace just nodded at John. 'Its too late now,' she muttered mentally, following John into the room beyond the door.