_-^-_ Chapter III: Smiles _-^-_
Aidan Paige's dead eyes flew open. He was face to face with what had once been his father. He looked reminiscent of Aidan himself. He had the same chin and jaw bone while his eyes were a light blue with glasses that allowed him to see things other than blurry shapes and colors.
Aidan turned from the face. It was no longer his father and he would not treat the dead corpse like him. The same went for the other two corpses. They were not his family. His family was probably residing in a long line at the pearly gates of heaven waiting to be escorted in.
Aidan got to his feet and came face to beak with the crow yet again. The bird looked newly wet from the rain that was pouring from the sky outside. He could still hear the rain splatter on the roof like small explosions in his mind.
He could hear and see things that he wasn't looking at like he was looking through someone or something else's eyes in the back of his mind. And they weren't a normal person's eyes. They looked normal around the edges while the center magnified the object so you got a better look at it. It was odd seeing through what he thought was the crow's eyes while looking out of his own at the same time. It seemed odd but it felt right.
'Are you ready, now? Like I said before, we have a lot of work ahead of us and there is a lot we still don't know,' said the crow seriously.
Aidan just stared at the crow and then nodded slowly, an anger filled stare covering his face.
'Do you know what you must do?'
Aidan nodded again, "I've been brought back. Brought back from the dead. I must kill those who have wronged me. Those bastards who slaughtered my family and killed me," Aidan spoke aloud, words that were filled with white- hot hate.
'Well, if you are to be the avenging angel, might as well look the part.'
The crow took flight down the hall to the right of Aidan. Aidan followed the black bird into his little sister's room. The place was just the way she had left it. The covers on her bed were pulled back, ready for the little girl who had slept there to climb back in. She would never climb back into that bed. She would never do anything. She would never live out any of the dreams that she was compelled to achieve. She would never see any new sites. She would never go to high school or college. She would never get a job. She would never live her life.
A silent tear ran down the face of Aidan Paige at the thought of the life his sister would never have. Then a scream rang through the air around him and shook him from his thoughts.
'Hey, man. This isn't a time to get mushy all of a sudden. Remember what they did, not what she didn't do," the crow spoke.
Aidan looked to the face of the crow and nodded. At those words a fire ignited inside his dead heart that lay beneath his chest plate. The thought of what they did to her and his parents sent him into a fury. He stumbled backwards and punched at the wall, creating a huge hole without feeling any of it. He stumbled into what had been their living room and began demolishing things.
He flipped the couch onto the fireplace with a roar and threw the big screen TV into the wall causing it to go through creating a man accessible hole. He had lifted a green leather love seat above his head when the crow flew in and landed on top of it.
'None of this helping your cause. You can't get to your family by destroying walls and throwing furniture you know.'
Aidan knew this to be true. He wasn't helping anything, probably just hurting things. Aidan began walking down the hall again dropping the chair behind him. He stepped into his sister's room yet again. The crow flew in from behind him and landed on a set of upright bottles that sat in the corner. Aidan walked over to them and bent down to see. They were all the basic colors that should be contained in a set of paints.
'You know what you must do.'
Aidan nodded and picked up two particular bottles of paint. They debatably didn't contain colors at all. The thought brought a smile to his face. It was a bright smile that showed that the eyes had seen something comical. But then the smile changed, changed into a devilish grin that showed pure hatred and malice within it. A smile that he would paint upon his face to show the demons he was smiling. Smiling ever more.
_-^-_ Disclaimer: I do not own The Crow, James O'Barr does. _-^-_
Aidan Paige's dead eyes flew open. He was face to face with what had once been his father. He looked reminiscent of Aidan himself. He had the same chin and jaw bone while his eyes were a light blue with glasses that allowed him to see things other than blurry shapes and colors.
Aidan turned from the face. It was no longer his father and he would not treat the dead corpse like him. The same went for the other two corpses. They were not his family. His family was probably residing in a long line at the pearly gates of heaven waiting to be escorted in.
Aidan got to his feet and came face to beak with the crow yet again. The bird looked newly wet from the rain that was pouring from the sky outside. He could still hear the rain splatter on the roof like small explosions in his mind.
He could hear and see things that he wasn't looking at like he was looking through someone or something else's eyes in the back of his mind. And they weren't a normal person's eyes. They looked normal around the edges while the center magnified the object so you got a better look at it. It was odd seeing through what he thought was the crow's eyes while looking out of his own at the same time. It seemed odd but it felt right.
'Are you ready, now? Like I said before, we have a lot of work ahead of us and there is a lot we still don't know,' said the crow seriously.
Aidan just stared at the crow and then nodded slowly, an anger filled stare covering his face.
'Do you know what you must do?'
Aidan nodded again, "I've been brought back. Brought back from the dead. I must kill those who have wronged me. Those bastards who slaughtered my family and killed me," Aidan spoke aloud, words that were filled with white- hot hate.
'Well, if you are to be the avenging angel, might as well look the part.'
The crow took flight down the hall to the right of Aidan. Aidan followed the black bird into his little sister's room. The place was just the way she had left it. The covers on her bed were pulled back, ready for the little girl who had slept there to climb back in. She would never climb back into that bed. She would never do anything. She would never live out any of the dreams that she was compelled to achieve. She would never see any new sites. She would never go to high school or college. She would never get a job. She would never live her life.
A silent tear ran down the face of Aidan Paige at the thought of the life his sister would never have. Then a scream rang through the air around him and shook him from his thoughts.
'Hey, man. This isn't a time to get mushy all of a sudden. Remember what they did, not what she didn't do," the crow spoke.
Aidan looked to the face of the crow and nodded. At those words a fire ignited inside his dead heart that lay beneath his chest plate. The thought of what they did to her and his parents sent him into a fury. He stumbled backwards and punched at the wall, creating a huge hole without feeling any of it. He stumbled into what had been their living room and began demolishing things.
He flipped the couch onto the fireplace with a roar and threw the big screen TV into the wall causing it to go through creating a man accessible hole. He had lifted a green leather love seat above his head when the crow flew in and landed on top of it.
'None of this helping your cause. You can't get to your family by destroying walls and throwing furniture you know.'
Aidan knew this to be true. He wasn't helping anything, probably just hurting things. Aidan began walking down the hall again dropping the chair behind him. He stepped into his sister's room yet again. The crow flew in from behind him and landed on a set of upright bottles that sat in the corner. Aidan walked over to them and bent down to see. They were all the basic colors that should be contained in a set of paints.
'You know what you must do.'
Aidan nodded and picked up two particular bottles of paint. They debatably didn't contain colors at all. The thought brought a smile to his face. It was a bright smile that showed that the eyes had seen something comical. But then the smile changed, changed into a devilish grin that showed pure hatred and malice within it. A smile that he would paint upon his face to show the demons he was smiling. Smiling ever more.
_-^-_ Disclaimer: I do not own The Crow, James O'Barr does. _-^-_
