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CHAPTER 3:

His head hurt, visions blurred, and yet he felt to shackles locking on his wrists. Someone kept pushing him from behind and yelling out some words, which were not audible to him. Eric Draven's 'test of sight' came to an end when his blurry visions faded clear. He saw many police officers, vehicles and an ambulance parked next to the Pawnshop. What just happened? Why are cops taking him in? For a moment, Eric could hardly remember anything, his head hurt if he tried to do so. His entire body got numb. Why can't he move his feet? He tried and tried to remember. BINGO! Everything flashed before his eyes, the man . . . that 'crow' or "VAMPIRE crow". Those were the last words Eric could remember echoing in his head. What did happen the night before?

Emergency staff from 911 was escorting a man . . . most probably a dead man, to the ambulance. After a few quick glances, Eric was sure that the man was none other than the owner.

"What happened here?" He finally spoke up, still handcuffed, and unsure to whom is he asking.

"Don't play dumb!" yelled a voice; no one could've recognized it because of all the noise at that time.

(A/N sounds confusing right? Well don't be, no u didn't missed a chap. It's all part of the mystery! Read on!)

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Police Station: 10:00 AM

"So tell me again why did you do it?" Asked Officer Daryl Albrecht, he was standing just outside the bars of Eric's cell.

"I did nothin'!" Came the reply, Draven was crouching down to the ground, shadowed by the darkness.

"Your fingerprints are in the gun, and it was the weapon of choice in this murder."

"I don't have fingerprints."

"Tell that to your hand."

"LOOK! Chalk white! I'm already dead!"

Sighing, Albrecht continued his ranting again:

"So what do I tell the judges? That you're a ghost and therefore can't have any finger prints? Or may be I should tell them that you're a superhero like Spiderman? And so it is your responsibility to not do bad deeds!"

"There was another crow."

"Come again?"

"Another guy . . . just like me."

"OH so now someone 'like you' did it!"

"Why? You don't like my story?"
"Look . . . all the clues point out at you. ANYONE will believe that you committed the murder . . . sorry man."

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Eric Draven's crow flew across the blue sky; it landed on a narrow ledge of a building, spying on everything beneath it.

It cocked its head below to see the vampire/crow; he was killing innocent people again.

"Where IS IT?!" The Vampire sounded like hell itself; his voice was cracked and tougher than before. Even his black stripes flashed red.

When the two shopkeepers refused to his question, the heart-less soul crushed their skull. The truth was, the humans hadn't any idea on what he was talking about, but of course, the Vampire/Crow didn't buy that. The crow that bought this evil soul in the first place was sitting and watching all these tortures from a ledge of a building, the same building where Eric's crow was, but on the lower ledge. It twisted its head towards the only eyewitness and flew towards the crow above.

Eric's extra visions kicked in, he could see right through his messenger's eyes. He saw another crow came in front of his and started to craw. His crow crawed back too . . . but with out warning or hesitation, both started an animal-like battle (what else did u expect?), they flapped their wings, scratching each other in the beak, even pecked . . . but soon, the red-eyed crow pecked back at it's opponent in the mid-section catching it off-guard. And then . . . as if it were human, the crow that fought in the side of justice was back flipped-scratched in the face by its enemy!

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Draven shot opened his eyes as the horrible vision ended. "I have to get outta here!" He cried in panic.

"Whoa! Whoa! You're not going anywhere!"

"Zip it Daryl! I need to go to 7th street, west-side!" He knew that the vision was from this address.

"On what occasion may I ask?"

"The real killer is there!"

The detective rubbed his eyes for a moment; this guy's getting worse!

"Listen, Draven . . . for the last . . ." He paused with mouth open, the cell on which Eric Draven was supposed to be located was cold and empty.

"DRAVEN?!"

He opened the cell with his pair of keys and hurriedly entered. The worrying detective was surveying the room when. Out of sudden and darkness . . . someone hit him from above and the 'Crow' emerged.

"No pain no game." Crow smiled at the old quote, indeed there was no game without pain. His head shifted towards the only open door leading to freedom.

To be continued