When we have gone as far as the body, mind, and soul will take us, we meet
the Eternal One.
The Crow
Old beyond all imagination and one unable to forgive, it is there to guide those who have passed beyond the mortal coil and reach for the afterlife with outstretching hands.
Then, there are the very few souls who deserve one more chance after death. One more chance that is given through passage and guidance. One more chance that is granted by The Crow. One more chance to put the wrong things right.
_-^-_ Chapter I: Awakenings _-^-_
A/N: This chapter contains mutilation of a miner and gory images. Please note this as a warning to those that find the said things sickening
He swallowed a mouthful of air that filled his lungs and reenergized his mind. He could feel it swimming with thoughts that he couldn't understand or even hear. He felt his heart begin pumping and his blood begin circulating through the veins that traced a road map through his entire body.
His eyes flew open and the first thing he saw was a spinning black fan that spread cool air onto his entire body. The air calmed him and he began regaining composure. He tried to remember where he was but found the all more pressing question to be who he was. He dipped into the swirl of thoughts that ran through his brain but came up with nothing. He couldn't remember anything. Not even who he was.
Then his nervous system began to flare up and he immediately felt pain all throughout his chest and legs. He could no longer feel his legs from the thigh down. They were seemingly broken. And his chest was full of bullet holes that went in the front and out the back. But just as he was feeling the entirety of his pain and before he had even gained breath to scream he heard a bird scream inside his mind and felt these injuries begin to heal themselves.
The bones that had lain uselessly under muscle, blood, and skin were now reattaching themselves to one another and being put back into place. The holes that pockmarked his chest and back were closing up and leaving nothing but tanned skin. After all of his maladies were seemingly healed he heard the screaming ring not only throughout his mind but also through his current surroundings.
He raised his torso from the rug that lay beneath him and looked forward. He found himself staring at a black glistening crow that stared right back at him with renewed intensity.
'Finally, you're up. I thought you would never come around. Well come on then, we have a lot of work ahead of us,' spoke the crow.
The man looked at the bird in confusion. Then he realized that he had heard the crow speak throughout his mind while he actually just cawed liked a normal crow. It was an odd feeling to have something speak in your mind. It felt like a normal thought, but with personality.
'Didn't you here me? I said we have work, now come on.'
The man that sat on the rug floor opened his eyes wide and looked at the carrion in fear. He didn't think that animals could talk and he didn't want anything to do with one that could. He quickly began to scramble to his feet and run backwards. But once he had gotten to his feet and turned around he found a horror that no human should ever have to face.
He stared at a horror that contained three dead bodies two looked vaguely of a middle-aged man and woman while the other was by the looks of it, the corpse of a small girl. The man and woman were slaughtered there bodies were hacked with a large knife that left wounds that went in to the bone. The white glistening bone was sharp contrast to the deep red color of the blood that seeped from the body's wounds and soaked into the green carpet.
The small girl was much worse. Not because of the mutilation that took place because the body was less destroyed than the other pair, but simply because of the age of the child. She looked to be about 5 or 6 with her light brown hair captured at the top of her hair in a small silk bow that had been splattered with the lifeblood of the innocent girl. Her legs had been hit with the same deep knife wounds as the other two and at one point had been completely sliced off. Her chest was no longer there with it being destroyed and cut open with the same knife.
The sight made the man sink to his knees and vomit on a space of rug that had not been tarnished with the red liquid. He threw his hands down to keep himself from falling right into the blood. As his hands sprung onto the ground he landed his left hand on the arm of the middle-aged man, touching the watch and skin.
The thoughts and memories that had before sat in a spinning whirlpool in his mind now became ever clear and presented themselves in his eyes. His whole body began to spasm and he fell into the blood that lay beside the man. He took no notice because his mind was racing from the sudden burst of thought and memory that sprang forth into his minds eye.
The Crow
Old beyond all imagination and one unable to forgive, it is there to guide those who have passed beyond the mortal coil and reach for the afterlife with outstretching hands.
Then, there are the very few souls who deserve one more chance after death. One more chance that is given through passage and guidance. One more chance that is granted by The Crow. One more chance to put the wrong things right.
_-^-_ Chapter I: Awakenings _-^-_
A/N: This chapter contains mutilation of a miner and gory images. Please note this as a warning to those that find the said things sickening
He swallowed a mouthful of air that filled his lungs and reenergized his mind. He could feel it swimming with thoughts that he couldn't understand or even hear. He felt his heart begin pumping and his blood begin circulating through the veins that traced a road map through his entire body.
His eyes flew open and the first thing he saw was a spinning black fan that spread cool air onto his entire body. The air calmed him and he began regaining composure. He tried to remember where he was but found the all more pressing question to be who he was. He dipped into the swirl of thoughts that ran through his brain but came up with nothing. He couldn't remember anything. Not even who he was.
Then his nervous system began to flare up and he immediately felt pain all throughout his chest and legs. He could no longer feel his legs from the thigh down. They were seemingly broken. And his chest was full of bullet holes that went in the front and out the back. But just as he was feeling the entirety of his pain and before he had even gained breath to scream he heard a bird scream inside his mind and felt these injuries begin to heal themselves.
The bones that had lain uselessly under muscle, blood, and skin were now reattaching themselves to one another and being put back into place. The holes that pockmarked his chest and back were closing up and leaving nothing but tanned skin. After all of his maladies were seemingly healed he heard the screaming ring not only throughout his mind but also through his current surroundings.
He raised his torso from the rug that lay beneath him and looked forward. He found himself staring at a black glistening crow that stared right back at him with renewed intensity.
'Finally, you're up. I thought you would never come around. Well come on then, we have a lot of work ahead of us,' spoke the crow.
The man looked at the bird in confusion. Then he realized that he had heard the crow speak throughout his mind while he actually just cawed liked a normal crow. It was an odd feeling to have something speak in your mind. It felt like a normal thought, but with personality.
'Didn't you here me? I said we have work, now come on.'
The man that sat on the rug floor opened his eyes wide and looked at the carrion in fear. He didn't think that animals could talk and he didn't want anything to do with one that could. He quickly began to scramble to his feet and run backwards. But once he had gotten to his feet and turned around he found a horror that no human should ever have to face.
He stared at a horror that contained three dead bodies two looked vaguely of a middle-aged man and woman while the other was by the looks of it, the corpse of a small girl. The man and woman were slaughtered there bodies were hacked with a large knife that left wounds that went in to the bone. The white glistening bone was sharp contrast to the deep red color of the blood that seeped from the body's wounds and soaked into the green carpet.
The small girl was much worse. Not because of the mutilation that took place because the body was less destroyed than the other pair, but simply because of the age of the child. She looked to be about 5 or 6 with her light brown hair captured at the top of her hair in a small silk bow that had been splattered with the lifeblood of the innocent girl. Her legs had been hit with the same deep knife wounds as the other two and at one point had been completely sliced off. Her chest was no longer there with it being destroyed and cut open with the same knife.
The sight made the man sink to his knees and vomit on a space of rug that had not been tarnished with the red liquid. He threw his hands down to keep himself from falling right into the blood. As his hands sprung onto the ground he landed his left hand on the arm of the middle-aged man, touching the watch and skin.
The thoughts and memories that had before sat in a spinning whirlpool in his mind now became ever clear and presented themselves in his eyes. His whole body began to spasm and he fell into the blood that lay beside the man. He took no notice because his mind was racing from the sudden burst of thought and memory that sprang forth into his minds eye.
