Part Three: Wait and Bleed

The prison which had been holding Angel at the time was very high security. Nobody has ever broken in, or out of it. At least, nobody alive. Jen had absolutely no problem getting over the wall. She was able to shape shift into he guardian, the crow. All she did was just fly over the high walls, then shift back, hiding in the shadows to evade the continuous searching of the lights. Now, just which cell was he in.

"Hey that Angel guy tried to bribe me to let him out." Jen overheard from a passing guard.

"Oh yeah?" the other guard said. "How much?"

"A shit load of cash, i was almost tempted to take it."

We should, which cell was he in again?

"Number 83."

Cell 83. Well, that was simple.

Jen couldn't help but release a quiet and tiny chuckle. She knew she was about to kill one of her boyfriend Jack's killers. This always made her feel a little bit better, like a really good tasting dinner. All she had to do was walk into his cell and kill him. Jen stopped walking and looked around her. She had felt a slight breeze, and suddenly, she was gone, taken by the wind.

Angel laid in his bed looking upwards in the darkness. He couldn't wait to get out so he could find some tail. He couldn't sleep at all and he sat up in bed, then he felt a nice cool wind flow in from the cell's window. He walked over to it and looked outside. Just darkness.

"Hello Angel, can't sleep?"

Angel jumped when he heard the woman's soft voice, and he turned around, surprised to see something that wasn't there before: A woman, dressed in all black, hands covered with drying blood.

"I bet you don't remember me or Jack." Jen said. "We were so in love. We had just gotten married and we were both so happy." Jen sat down on the bed. "We planned on having children, a girl and two boys."

"What the hell are you babbling about?" Angel said. "And where the fuck did you come from." Jen looked up at the light haired man.

"I don't even know where I came from, all I know is that you, Pandora, and all your little fucked up party pals sent Jack and I there. And I am very displeased about it all. All I know anymore is pain. Pure pain."

"Whatever lady, it's not my problem." Angel grabbed her arm. "I don't even know who you are. But you sure do look delicious, and i think I'm going to have a little fun."

"You already did that once before." Jen grabbed his throat and rose him up off the ground. "I didn't really enjoy it the first time. And since you don't remember me, let me help you to recall that night."

Jen's left hand shot up into the air, and cemented it's fingers onto Angel's temple, sending a surge of not memories, but feeling and images.

It was a full moon that night. A man and woman had just gotten married a few days before and were on their honeymoon. They were both smiling with such happiness and love. Walking on the side walk during the cool night, when a car pulled up along side them and out poured a group of tough looking people. One was a woman (Pandora) and the other six were all men. The leader shot Jack four times in the chest, then a single shot right in the forehead. He almost died instantly. Jen was cut and shot, but kept alive. Then all but one of the men continued to rape her. After about half an hour of pure pain, agony, and horror, the woman shot Jen 42 times in various places.

Jen dropped Angel, who was shuddering from the sudden rush of pain and remembrance. Then she sat back on the bed, tears rolling down her face.

"My life had finally gotten perfect. I couldn't have asked for anything more then him. He didn't ever think he was the best, but he was the best for me." Jen stood back up, looking down on her fallen foe. "You assholes took that all away. Perfection is so hard to obtain, and I had it. Jack had it. I want you to feel a wealth of pain while you die. You deserve torture."

Angel was still writhing when Jen cut the outline of a crow into his chest, digging it deep enough to let him slowly bleed to death, but not enough to kill him any faster then by morning. She also cut the tendons on his ankles and wrists so that his feet and hands were all useless to him.

"I hope you like the pain Angel. You're going to be feeling it forever. As long as Jack and I love each other, you will all feel my pain every second of all that time. Enjoy."

Angel wasn't found till morning, when his blood spilled onto the lower floors of the prison. A short message was painted with some of his blood on the wall. It read: In pain, there is love, in love, there is pain.Lots of pain. Signed, The Crow.