Disclaimer: I have not used any of the original characters from the movie 'The Crow' or any of it's sequals or spin-off tv series', I feel need only to 'unclaim' the entire Crow concept, though that might not be a creation of the writers of the Crow. For all I know, it could be an actual belief. Either way, it's not mine though these 'Crow' characters came from my imagination.
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The room was dark and the light from the computer was constantly changing colours with the music. 'Nobody's Listening' by Linkin Park was blaring from the speakers. Celine tappered her pen in her paper in time with the music and searched for some insparation. She needed to write another song, or she would go insane, though she didn't know how to put her feelings into words. "What else is new?" she asked her cealing as she tilted back. Celine was one of the taller girls in her grade, not to mention one of the skinniest. She wasn't starving herself or making herself sick, like her classmates thought. Her uncle, with whom she was living, didn't even notice. Raven balck hair fell down her back and stopped right above her waist. It was almost too straight, making it almost unreal looking. Violet eyes lit up as she wrote down a first verse for her song.
"Celine? Could you go get something for dinner ?" her Uncle called down to her. He was always to busy to make or buy dinner so Celine grabbed her jacket and headed out the door. She herd him mummble a thank you as she left. Money jangled in her pocket as she started to cross the street. She herd tires squeal and a car rushed down at her. She was frozen to the spot like a deer in headlights. The driver's face came into veiw and Celine suddenly learned how to fly.
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Dirt was pressing down, surounding her, enclosing her in darkness. She tried to scream only to have it swallowed by the black. She started to hyperventilate and with all her strength she pushed up. Dirt and small rocks rained down on her, causing her to cough. standing up, she found herself unsually shaky. She bit her lip to stop herself from screaming. In front of her was a headstone, with her name on it. "When...." a lump forming in her throat. "When did I...... die?" she traced the lettering on the cold stone.
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The room was dark and the light from the computer was constantly changing colours with the music. 'Nobody's Listening' by Linkin Park was blaring from the speakers. Celine tappered her pen in her paper in time with the music and searched for some insparation. She needed to write another song, or she would go insane, though she didn't know how to put her feelings into words. "What else is new?" she asked her cealing as she tilted back. Celine was one of the taller girls in her grade, not to mention one of the skinniest. She wasn't starving herself or making herself sick, like her classmates thought. Her uncle, with whom she was living, didn't even notice. Raven balck hair fell down her back and stopped right above her waist. It was almost too straight, making it almost unreal looking. Violet eyes lit up as she wrote down a first verse for her song.
"Celine? Could you go get something for dinner ?" her Uncle called down to her. He was always to busy to make or buy dinner so Celine grabbed her jacket and headed out the door. She herd him mummble a thank you as she left. Money jangled in her pocket as she started to cross the street. She herd tires squeal and a car rushed down at her. She was frozen to the spot like a deer in headlights. The driver's face came into veiw and Celine suddenly learned how to fly.
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Dirt was pressing down, surounding her, enclosing her in darkness. She tried to scream only to have it swallowed by the black. She started to hyperventilate and with all her strength she pushed up. Dirt and small rocks rained down on her, causing her to cough. standing up, she found herself unsually shaky. She bit her lip to stop herself from screaming. In front of her was a headstone, with her name on it. "When...." a lump forming in her throat. "When did I...... die?" she traced the lettering on the cold stone.