Feeling the cold rain on her newly resurrected body, she walked toward an empty alleyway.
"Caw, Caw, Caw" The crow landed on a trash can with a knife sticking out of it. Veronica pulled it out and used it to cut off half of her skirt. The alley was a dank, filthy, tunnel filled with vermin of all sorts. At the end of it, there was a door. Veronica recognized it as her own. As she moved toward it, a flash, no, a vision...of their murder.
It was so real, she felt the bullet rip through her chest once again. She fought it off and ran toward the door. She pushed on the rotten wood and it splintered. She stumbled through the corridor, slipping on soaked papers and refuse of the household sort.
Then She found it, their bedroom. The past two years had affected their home just as it had affected the city, both of them rotten, decayed and repulsive. She approached the dresser. She touched a photograph of Alec, causing flashes of her life. A great pain overcame her, in her heart, a love pain. She missed Alec so much, it hurt. She would avenge their deaths. It was the only way for her to go back to Alec, to make the pain stop. She crept toward the bed, the same they had made love on, drempt of children in. A favorite earring of Alec's lay on the bed side table. She graced her ear with the ornament.
Veronica fought back tears as another vivid flashback assaulted her. This time, of their wedding. They were so happy together. She realized that she had begun to weep. Looking up at the mirror, she found her self transformed into . . . an animal. Scythe-like lines formed above and below her now bird-like eyes. Lines extended a cruel smile. Claws, or rather talons had appeared at the end of her fingers where stubby nails had once been. She pulled out a pair of black jeans as well as blouse and coat
The crow pecked at her shoe. She had forgotten all about it. She moved toward the bedroom door. She would exact her revenge, and she would start at the bottom of the food chain.
She stepped back out into the damp alley and her winged guardian followed after. An unearthly force drew her toward the neighboring building. Inside, it took her. While moving up the entrance stairs, she touched the bannister, causing an excruciating flash of David, their neighbor doing . . . something. She couldn't tell. Wait. . . He was counting money. In fact, what looked like hundreds of thousands of dollars. How could he have possibly made that much? He was just a tin-penny lawyer with barely a case to speak of, she thought. Suddenly, He looked up and said,
"Hey, you! What are you doin' here?!!"


Then, a flash of her husband's shocked face. Then, nothing. Only a feeling of anger, hatred, and grief, but not fear. Never fear. She was fear and she was Death. She would bring death to another