Author's note:
Sorry I took so much time on updating! I was busy doing other stuff! I know this chapter is a bit short and all over the place but . . . I had to write it on New Years EVE! I wrote it without celebrating! With a runny nose & sour throat!!! (yea I caught the flu cough cough)U HAFTA LIKE IT!!!! sorry. My goal was to update on the 1st day of 2003! HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL HERE @ fanfiction.net!!!!!!! and My new years resolution is to update faster on my future stories!! :)
Note: Word's in italic are thoughts of the characters
CHAPTER 5
Detective Daryl Albrecht, one of the finest cops in the department. He just promised to help a ghost! How crazy is that?
The detective slowly walked out of the cemetery after receiving a message on his pager to show up at HQ immediately, from the Lieutenant. Daryl opened his car door and hopped in, hoping to arrive at the HQ before his superior gets snapped and yells at him for being late again.
The engine roared like a tiger and promised to reach the chosen destination in record speed!!… And it . . . stopped. With the turn of a key it roared again! And . . . stopped! Daryl checked the fuel tank to see that the little pointer reached 'E' which means "EMPTY!"
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The clouds darkened above his head, it threatened to rain any second. The remaining people in the cemetery left. Some with fear of ghosts and superstition while others with fear of the rain on their clothes. But Eric Draven just sat next to his beloved Shelly Webster's grave.
"It wasn't your fault Shelly," Eric spoke within tears with a tone no more than a whisper. "It was my fault! I am the one who put you in this . . . state." Eric's eyes' dropped and tears rolled down his cheeks as the winds from the high hills blew against his skin. The thoughts tortured him; those psychos! T Bird, Fun Boy and Tin Tin, they were the ones who killed, no, murdered and separated Eric and Shelly.
***** "go ta hell." Was all Eric could gasp out at that moment, he was beaten brutally with sticks and cut knives, tortured like an animal but kept alive only to see the closest person being tortured in front of him.
His every single blood cell hurt, his face was filled with fresh cuts and bruises along with his raging anger! Blood was pouring from his mouth as the entire floor went red with it. Shelly was screaming in pain. And all Eric could do was just sit there! Those stinkin' bums shot his legs and even if he did try to stand, they would just beat his wounded leg causing Eric to fall on his own watery blood. The last words Eric could hear with his half-dead body was: "Sorry Baby! You first!" Laughed Fun Boy as if it were a game and then . . . they did the unthinkable. All three men rushed at Eric and threw him out of his 16th floor apartment through a window as Shelly kept screaming. *****
"I know how you're feeling." Called out a soft voice from behind, snapping Eric out of his tragic past.
"What're you talking about?" Asked Eric still facing Shelly's grave, but standing.
"When you lose someone you care about . . . when they dies, their death is some how connected with you, you keep thinking that if only you could've done something . . . but you can't . . . no one can. No matter how much you try."
"What are you talking about?"
"I couldn't help but hear you talking. Believe me, something like that happened with me too."
The man was about 5 foot 9, still a kid, about 19-20. He wore a long black over-coat which was buttoned down as if hiding something, a costume may be?
"Yeah? like what?"
The boy cleared his throat after continuing "It's a long story, about my uncle."
"You could've stopped the murderer but didn't?"
"Yeah . . . something like that."
"one cheek smile yeah something like happened to me alright."
"I don't know why I'm talking to you . . . its just that . . . it sorta feels like . . ."
"That we are the same?"
"Yeah,"
"I guess most people thought I was a murderer after Daryl yelled at me huh?"
"Well . . . most people, but you don't look like that sort of guy. smile and believe me, I know a murderer when I see one."
"You're right . . . I was framed."
"I know it's none of my business but how?"
"I went to a shop couple of days ago . . . and this guy comes in and WHAM! Knocks me out by before I know it. Next day . . . I wake up to see I'm in a cell. They said that my finger prints were on the gun."
Eric was a bit careful not giving away the whole truth. But the stinking feeling kept telling him to 'say the whole thing! He is not a bad-guy' Why the HELL am I talking to this guy?
"I work at the Daily Bugle, My name is Peter Parker I'm a Photographer." The stranger put out his hand.
Eric thought for a moment, was this guy really what he thought he was? But he accepted the hand anyway "Nice to meet you Peter, I'm Eric Draven, a guitarist."
"Nice to meet you too, well anyway, I have to go now. I'll see you around . . . where do you work at?"
"Black Out, the night club down the street."
"Oh yeah, I'll catch up with you there."
"Cool." They shook hands again as Peter left with his Aunt.
"That was interesting." Eric stated sighing. He looked at the ground,
Why was I talking to that guy? Its strange . . . something about him is strange. He isn't just your average ordinary guy. Could he be a 'Crow' too? The clouds roared.
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(A/N: Huh? Huh? Ain't I a sly sly dog or what?! :D)
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Eric's crow, the messenger that bought him back in the first place, was following a skater. It went through dark alleys, dirty littered streets, traffic jams and now, this quiet little neighborhood. It (the crow) had recovered quickly after the whole 'cards and feathers' segment. Although the experience was a fatal one, at least it survived.
The Skater this bird was following was none other than Sarah Dohr. After hearing from her sources that John Brian, son of the late Christopher Brian, 'hangs out' at a familiar club by the name of 'Black-Out!'
The bird rested its feet upon a street lamp near the dark neon-letters that made this club shine like a star at night . . . but it was still day-time.
"Closed!" Muttered Sarah after reading the sign, sighing. "Oh well, might as well head back home! I'm gonna kill that so-called 'source'!" She thought out loud, an old habit. Sarah stood at the edge of her skateboard adjusting her helmet, when she paused for a second. A strange felling told her to look in the dark alley, beside the club. A back door? Sarah slowly picked up her board and decided to check her curiosity. The alley was full of junk and garbage, the stinkyness in air could make some people vomit. But there was a door a side. It looked like it was unused for sometime now. Sarah knocked at it 3 times, no answer, knock, Knock, KNOCK. Still no answer; KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. And again for the third time, no body answered it. Why isn't anyone answering? Somebody HAS to be here.
"India? India are you there?" silence, "India its me! Sarah! C'mon open up!" The silence in the daytime made it even scarier. Why wasn't anyone answering? Sarah then decided to take matters into her own hands and pulled the doorknob, when the door clinked open, inwards.
She slowly walked in.
"Hello?" Her footsteps echoed into the dark room, the only light came from outside.
"Is somebody there? I need some help . . . umoph!" Sarah put a hand in her mouth with these words. Paused in horror, she saw India strapped into a chair with her mouth covered in tape, there were 3 other men there too, all of them tied up and unconscious. Sarah turned around to see three other men, one of them shut the door and blocked it, another held a chair and ropes and the third one grabbed her from behind when she tried to scream at the top of her lungs. The fat-man taped Sarah's mouth and began tying.
The crow recorded everything and it was now time for Eric to show up.
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He shot opened his eyes as the horrible vision ended. People were being kidnapped at the same place he worked! And not only that . . . Sarah was one of the victims! Eric Draven rushed towards his Motorcycle, which was located outside the cemetery entrance.
If people needed a hero, they needed Eric. This man, correction, dead-man was sitting on his bike. Someone was cursing from behind when Eric looked over his shoulder to see Daryl kicking his own car.
"What's the matter Daryl? 'Crow' got your tongue?" Eric said smiling at his friend, he loved to tease this guy.
"Draven, look! I don't want you to catch me in a bad mood or anything but . . . ZIP IT WILL YA?!"
Eric smiled again . . . but the moment of laughter changed when Eric remembered the vision, the smile faded into a concerned look.
"What is it?"
"I just got a vision . . . that . . . Sarah is being kidnapped."
Daryl narrowed his eyes as if Eric was joking, but he knew that every vision Draven had was either true or happening at that moment.
"Wh . . . where? How . . . ?"
"At Black-out, some stinkin' punks took over the place, even some of the staff are there."
"Where?"
"BLACKOUT! The place I work at!"
"Oh . . . oh . . . yeah . . . Black-out."
"That's the third time I'm sayin it. YES! BLACKOUT!"
"Listen, You go on ahead, I'm gonna bring a S.W.A.T team with me which will take . . . about 20minutes."
"I thought you don't trust me no more."
"Well . . . I . . . ah . . ."
"Crow got your tongue again? smile"
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The thick lair of cloud made its way towards the rainy night's center of attraction: BlAcKOut.
Police cars surrounded the 3-floored building. Most of them had their ammunitions ready in case of sudden action, who knows? Family members and friends of the victims were also scattered among the crowd. The Lieutenant and Daryl Albrecht both wore rain coats which protected their suits from the cold and continuous down pouring rain from above.
The Lieutenant of NYPD raised his microphone to his mouth.
"This is the police . . ." Was the first warning to echo into the dark night . . . warning everyone in that block.
'Crow', meanwhile, leapt onto the roof of a near-by building, he was still masked to the crowd because of the darkness which engulfed the night. He could see the people below him, but they couldn't see him.
Crow double checked to see Darla Dohr standing there in tears. And why shouldn't she? She was Sarah's mother!
Crow looked slightly to the left to see Daryl in his yellow rain coat, which made him look like a big juicy banana. Crow smiled at that and decided it was now time for the rescue attempt.
And just at that very nano-second, someone jumped over Eric's head! The figure landed on top of Black-out, crouching down as he did. The man twisted his head towards Eric and revealed that he had two big-shining eyes with no eyeballs! The Darkness was his mask too.
(TO BE CONTINUED HOPEFULLY SOONER!)
Disclaimer:
Peter Parker, whom was mentioned in this chapter and most likely future episodes, belong to Marvel Comics! Not me!
