The Price You'll Pay
By Kourin Lucrece
Disclaimer: I do not own the Crow (I think James O'Barr is the one with that claim) but this is merely for my own entertainment and the polishing of my skills.
Author's Note: This short, angsty little ficlette (let's see how many words for small I can use, lol ^.~) came to mind while watching Salvation. (no surprise there...) But it wouldn't leave, so here it is. Enjoy!
"Alexander Francis Corvis, do you have any last words?"
I bit my lip and nodded slightly, groping for the words to convey what I felt. I'd never been as good with words as Lauren...
My gaze caught that caught that of Lauren's sister, Erin. Such a cold look in her eyes; her and her father both. I'm so sorry that they lost her but neither one realizes I did too...
"I loved Lauren," I managed to whisper. Erin's eyes filled with tears but, as her image wavered, I realized mine had too. Oh God though, it was the truth. No one in the world was like Lauren. She had been the kindest, most loving person I had ever met. She had been one of the few people to accept me. No way I could ever stop loving her... "Still do."
I took in a shuddering breath. I loved her more than anything, but one thought wouldn't leave my mind. If I was blessed enough to see her again, would she accept me? The man who killed her was still free.
That bastard... I hoped he would get caught soon. No one should be allowed to get away with doing what he did to a person, to the people who loved her. No one should be allowed to do it again.
Images of Lauren's cold, stabbed form swam sickeningly through my head. How could anyone do that? And why her? Why not me? But my mind protested the last thought. If it had been me whom they had killed, would Lauren be the one in this chair?
Part of my mind prayed that the man with the scar will pay dearly for Lauren's death. And the price you'll pay, you sick son of a bitch... The price he deserves... But part of my mind screamed in protest at the cruelty of it all. At the terrible situation all of us found ourselves in. With my whole being I wished I could go back three years prior and spend forever with my love in my arms.
I lifted my head and looked Erin in the eyes one last time. They had to understand so that this wouldn't be how it ended. More tears formed in my eyes at how this had all turned out. Couldn't it have been better? Why doesn't life ever have happy ever after?
"I'm innocent."
By Kourin Lucrece
Disclaimer: I do not own the Crow (I think James O'Barr is the one with that claim) but this is merely for my own entertainment and the polishing of my skills.
Author's Note: This short, angsty little ficlette (let's see how many words for small I can use, lol ^.~) came to mind while watching Salvation. (no surprise there...) But it wouldn't leave, so here it is. Enjoy!
"Alexander Francis Corvis, do you have any last words?"
I bit my lip and nodded slightly, groping for the words to convey what I felt. I'd never been as good with words as Lauren...
My gaze caught that caught that of Lauren's sister, Erin. Such a cold look in her eyes; her and her father both. I'm so sorry that they lost her but neither one realizes I did too...
"I loved Lauren," I managed to whisper. Erin's eyes filled with tears but, as her image wavered, I realized mine had too. Oh God though, it was the truth. No one in the world was like Lauren. She had been the kindest, most loving person I had ever met. She had been one of the few people to accept me. No way I could ever stop loving her... "Still do."
I took in a shuddering breath. I loved her more than anything, but one thought wouldn't leave my mind. If I was blessed enough to see her again, would she accept me? The man who killed her was still free.
That bastard... I hoped he would get caught soon. No one should be allowed to get away with doing what he did to a person, to the people who loved her. No one should be allowed to do it again.
Images of Lauren's cold, stabbed form swam sickeningly through my head. How could anyone do that? And why her? Why not me? But my mind protested the last thought. If it had been me whom they had killed, would Lauren be the one in this chair?
Part of my mind prayed that the man with the scar will pay dearly for Lauren's death. And the price you'll pay, you sick son of a bitch... The price he deserves... But part of my mind screamed in protest at the cruelty of it all. At the terrible situation all of us found ourselves in. With my whole being I wished I could go back three years prior and spend forever with my love in my arms.
I lifted my head and looked Erin in the eyes one last time. They had to understand so that this wouldn't be how it ended. More tears formed in my eyes at how this had all turned out. Couldn't it have been better? Why doesn't life ever have happy ever after?
"I'm innocent."
