Revenge of the Crow
Night 2 – Koma Toshitada
By: Yin-Yang
On silent wings a black raven flew over the heads of the people in the city, looking for one specific person through all the chaos that was ensuring below. All Hallow's Eve was coming but it seemed a few people were getting ahead of themselves. The bird ignored that all for now and finally found her man. Swooping down she landed on a fire escape and watched in an alley below as a tall young man with dark, red hair falling down his back gutted another man dressed in a suit and tie. Slowly and silently he fell to the ground but still gasped for air.
The mugger smirked and slowly squatted down to peer at the man and forced him to look up. "Now see? You should've just been truthful with me. I know you must have something important in this case of yours," he said in a eerie tone, pulling the suitcase away but in the process cut off the stubborn fingers that clung to it for life. "Oops! Looks like you won't be using that hand for a while." He grinned and popped open the case. He threw papers and other items all over the alley that he thought was useless and came across a wrapped, narrow box. "For me? You shouldn't have!" he ripped the brightly colored paper off and opened the box.
Inside, laying on the black velvet was a lovely necklace with its thick, gold chain and a large diamond carved into the shape of a heart hanging from it. The man must have been wealthy for the heart was a quarter size of his palm. There was also a matching engagement ring with a golden rose holding the diamond in the middle.
"Well now! They do say a diamond's a girl's best friend. But I'm not a girl." He sighed dramatically but pocketed the jewelry. That when he noticed the card and read it. "To my lovely fiancé Stacey. Will you give me the greatest honor in becoming my wife for the rest of eternity?" A minute later the crumple card hit the wall and a flash of metal hit the air.
"Seems eternity has come all too soon for you. But I will stopped by your lovely Stacey's home and give her the gifts and maybe… something else," he said with a sick smile and was about the bury his curved knife into the man's white throat when the sound of footsteps alerted him.
A figure slowly walked towards them, the light creeping up her figure to show her hourglass body and black hair hanging over her bare shoulders. The black and white make-up was a bit much but it brought out the exquisite beauty of the girl. She stopped just a few feet away, a hand resting on her hip and cocked her head at the sight before them. Her hooded, violet eyes seemed to nearly glow in the dim light of the alley that reeked of rats, garbage, and fresh blood.
"IS this a private party or can anyone join in?" she asked in a low voice.
The man smiled as he slowly stood up and purposely stepped on the body, digging his heel into the gaping knife wound in his stomach and making his gurgle in pain.
"That all depends little lady. Think you can handle this kind of party?" he asked, looking her up and down and liked what he saw.
Black lips curled up in a smile and she leaned towards him some, showing a view of the top curves of her half covered chest. "Try me. But first… I need to know you're name, big boy."
"Koma Toshitada, my dark angel. But you might know me as Oni." To be honestly truthful he hated that name his boss gave him but was growing to like it. Oni, the Ogre who killed without mercy and for the enjoyment of it all. Well this was surely his lucky night. Teal colored eyes watched her hungrily as she stepped closer and ten moved around behind him with a delicate hand rubbing his back.
"Oh yes… I heard of you alright… word on the street it you enjoy causing pain, death, cruelty on people. Especially men, correct?" she purred in his ear, reaching with one hand to rub his shoulder before reaching to rub her fingers along the front of his throat.
He grinned and leaned back to feel more. "Yeah… I remember this one family I killed… rich snobs who too stubborn for their own good. Didn't want to sell out to the boss and now look? Dead and sick feet under. But I gotta say, they were all a pretty good screw." He laughed loudly and wasn't aware that he was in any danger until she pressed sharp nails into his throat. "What the hell-"
"What's the matter, Koma? I thought you liked this kind of cruelty," she pouted but was caught off guard by this guy's strength as he threw her over his shoulder. She hit the ground hard but quickly jumped to her feet, staring at him with hard-set eyes.
He touched his throat and felt the blood began to bead up on the five puncture holes she created with those nails of hers. "You little-you're gonna pay for that!!"
"Wrong. You're gonna pay for killing my family. You and your friends and your boss will die all under my hand. It's just a matter of time." She growled then lunged at him, using the momentum to tackle him to the ground and using her names again clawed at his face. More blood began to swell but he lashed out and sliced at her arm. She fell back with a cry of surprise but not pain. In fact, as she watched the wound slowly closed without shedding a drop of blood. She was immortal. She looked at Oni and noted the surprise on his face. She smiled herself.
"Seems the tables are turned… be prepared Ogre. This is the end of your mortal life and yet the beginning of everlasting eternal hell you created for yourselves." With an eerie glow to her she walked up to him despite all the slashes he made with her knife and opened wide teal eyes. Silence filled the alley wall but then a scream filled with pain and suffering filled the area along with the wet sound of something being hacked to pieces and then silence once again.
The young lady silently walked out of the alley with a older man in her arms. He was barely alive and so she took his him to the only place she knew that could hopefully heal him in time. In his hands was his date book filled with his information and such in his arm. The crow watched and silently followed the girl yet said nothing.
Two of the drivers for the ambulances were walking down the hallway, taking about what they were going to do with their weekend off when they saw a figure laying on a long stretched they left out. Quickly they rushed over and gasped at the amount of blood that covered the poor man's stomach.
"Oh my god… who did this?" one of them asked his partner.
"I don't know but let's get him inside now," he said and running they rushed him inside and altered the doctors. From the darkness a girl watched as a swarm of doctors and nurses dressed in their white coats and pale green surgical outfits examined him and rolled him into eh emergency room. The receptionist looked through the date book and quickly dialed a number she found, talking rapidly as she tried to get all the paper work ready. She looked down in her hand that held the necklace and ring the man had bought for his fiancée and closed her fingers over them tightly. In her other hand she held a torn out piece of paper and a crumpled card. There was an address on the paper and she knew what she had to do. Petting the crow she walked off, offering a prayer for the man to get better so he could indeed marry this lovely woman.
In a modest apartment was a young lady with her soft hair wrapped in bun and kind eyes behind her glasses as she read a book while curled up on her sofa. She was taken off guard when a knock was heard on the door and went to see who it was. At first she saw no one through the peep hole and frowned some. She could've sworn… another knock came and this time it was louder. Holding her robe tightly with her hand she opened the door and look around the empty hallway. It was bare but resting on the doormat was a small velvet box. Cautiously she knelt down and opened it. She gasped as she saw the lovely items and smiled as tears crept down her face. That's when she noticed the card and smoothed it out. After reading it she held the times to her chest tightly.
"Oh my beloved… Hai. I would marry you." She sniffed and went back inside, locking the door firmly behind her.
The girl sighed and silently dropped to the floor where she had been literally sitting against the ceiling thanks to her new abilities. No doubt the woman would be getting a call soon form the hospital but she sighed and made her way out.
The crow cawed and landed on her bare shoulder once she walked out of the complex. Slender finger stroked the inky black feathers and she nibbled on some strands of her hair.
"Al least some people are happy tonight…" she said softly and continued her walk. The crow cawed softly, making the girl look at her. "He will? Thank god." She sighed and looked a bit better and shoved her hands in her pockets. The crow silently flew off to the find the next one responsible for her families death and wondered how long it would take the police to realize there had been a death tonight.
In the alleyway where the man had been nearly stabbed to death a squad car pulled up and let two police officers out. Their dark uniforms blended very well in the darkness and flashed their flashlights around. Just as they were nearly the back wall one of the men shined his light on the back wall and covered his mouth as he felt the bile rise in his throat.
"What Osuti, you find anything?" his partner asked.
The young man just nodded and swallowed the sour bile. "Yeah… and it ain't pretty…" HE shown his light where it was coming from and it was soon joined by another. His partner gasped and lost her dinner. Laying in a heap of slashed limbs and bloody body parts was the remains of a man who they knew as Koma Toshitada, aka Oni, the Ogre of Cruelty. He had been suspended of numerous murders and rapes of mainly men and boys but was never charged. He was too slick but it seemed that someone had gotten a hold of him first.
The limbs and other various body parts had been arranged to where they looked like someone had cut him up into tiny pieces and tried to put him together again. His glassy teal eyes were open and mouth in a silently scream of pain. But freshly painted on the wooden back wall in his own warm blood was the picture of a large bird with wings spread open and two words written down next to the picture.
"One Down."