Disclaimer: Not mine, believe me, if the story of the Crow was mine, I'd be rich..but I'm not. I'm dirt poor, so yeah, dont own anything but the characters.

October 30, Devil's Night

Christian Harbor stopped his car outside the 7-11. His girlfriend of 3 years, Marci Crowning, sat in the passenger seat next to him.

"What are we doing here?" Marci's younger sister, Sydney said from the backseat.

"Cigarettes." Marci answered simply. "Need anything?"

Sydney thought a second. "No, I'm fine." She answered, sitting back in her seat.

Marci turned to Christian. "Come inside with me." She said.

"I don't really feel like it." Christian said.

"Please." Marci said, pouting.

"Fine, fine." Christian said, after a moment.

Marci smiled, her light green eyes brightening. She unhooked her seatbelt, and after Christian casually messed with his mohawk, the two climbed out of the small car.

"Oh wait." Sydney said loudly, leaning up to speak to Christian through Marci's open window. "Gummi bears.........please."

Christian waved his hand through the air to signal that he heard her. She sighed and sat back, then she glanced at her watch: 10:47. Meanwhile, Christian and Marci were inside at the counter getting their cigarettes. Christian reached into his pocket for his wallet.

"Oh, the gummi bears." He said, remembering Sydney's request.

"I'll get 'em." Marci said, cheerily, before turning and walking towards the candy isle.

"So," the clerk, a nerdy old guy, trying to be cool, said, "Devil's night huh? Been to any parties tonight?"

"Yeah." Christian said, starting to tell the clerk about the local band they had went and seen.

Sydney climbed up front in Marci's seat to pull the visor down and check the mirror. The 17-year-old combed her fingers through her long light brown hair, and pulled a piece of silver confetti from the underage nightclub out of it. She gave it a look of 'what the hell', before dropping it out Marci's window.

Bang, bang, bang! There was suddenly the sound of three gunshots. Sydney started and looked towards the 7-11. She made out the 5 figures shrouded in darkness as they ran from the small store. They ran towards the alley, yelling at each other to 'Go!'. Sydney could hear people yelling from inside the 7-11. Her heart leapt to her throat as she heard sirens in the distance. She flew from the car, stepping on the bottoms of her baggy jeans and almost falling. She ran into the small convenience store, people were crowded around talking, saying things like 'Oh my God!'. A store employee was on the phone. Sydney froze, she had suddenly spotter Christian lying on the floor, in a large puddle of red, that stained his long, cargo shorts. Sydney threw herself on the floor, blood splashing up as she landed on her knees. Christian was still breathing, but with much difficulty, there was a wound right in the middle of his stomach.

"Jesus." Sydney exclaimed, this couldn't be happening.

As she felt the tears well up, she grabbed Christian's hand and he squeezed it tightly. Sydney suddenly wondered where Marci was, why wasn't she with Christian, her almost fiancée? Her question was answered when Christian started to speak. His voice was cracked and broken, and she couldn't understand him.

"What?" Sydney asked.

Christian took a struggling breath, "Marci." He said finally.

Sydney's head shot up, and she seen the body of her sister, lying on the floor about 11 feet away, near the candy isle. Christian let go of Sydney's hand, and she turned back to him.

"Hold on." She said, before standing and running to Marci.

She dove to her knees yet again landing in a puddle of blood. She grabbed Marci's head, but her older sister didn't move. Her normally bright green eyes were dull, and focused on the ceiling, the lights reflecting off of them, like a China doll's eyes.

"No!" Sydney exclaimed, breaking into a fit of hysterical sobs, this couldn't be happening. "No..."

All of a sudden, the two strong arms of a cop, grabbed her from behind and pulled her to her feet.

"No." Sydney said again, the only thing she could say, as she struggled to break free.

As the cop pulled her away from Marci, he told her things like: 'Stay calm' and 'Come with me', but Sydney couldn't focus on that, her thoughts were on Marci. She looked back at Christian who was being moved onto a stretcher.

"We're losing him." A paramedic said.

"No!" Sydney shouted between sobs, again fighting to break the cop's grip, but it proved useless and she was pulled outside, where two cops talked to her.

"Ma'am." The first one said, "You're going to have to tell us exactly what happened."

"Marci.........Christian.........my sister........." Sydney couldn't form actual sentences, as she broke into incoherent speech.

The second cop looked at the first one. "Take her down to the station, try to calm her down, then maybe we can talk to her." She said.

The first one agreed, and grabbed Sydney's arm.

"Come with me, ma'am." He said.

He sat Sydney in the backseat of a squad car, before he climbed into the front. He started the car, and drove away from the 7-11, as Sydney cried softly in the backseat. The cop grabbed a walkie-talkie.

"What's going on?" he asked the person on the other line.

Sydney quieted down in order to hear what was said. A staticy voice came back.

"We're losing him." It said. "He's lost a lot of blood."

"And the girl?" the cop asked hesitantly.

There was a long moment of silence, in which Sydney prayed, prayed to anyone who would listen. Please, not Marci, of everyone she knew, Marci was the nicest, with her gentle smile, and always bright eyes.

"We lost her." The voice said.

Sydney closed her eyes, and broke into more sobs. Not Marci, not the sweet, innocent 22-year old that Sydney knew, it couldn't happen. It wasn't fair. The rest of the time was a blur. She was taken down to the station, where different cops interrogated her. She told them everything, all the while tears streaming down her face. She told them of hearing the gunshots, and of the 5 figures. But they just wouldn't leave her alone, they kept asking.

"That's all I know!" she exclaimed, pounding her fist on the table-top.

The cops looked at each other as if to say: 'That's it'. All of a sudden, the door of the small room opened and a different cop entered.

"Brooks," he said, "Report from the hospital."

Sydney's eyes flew to the young rookie at the door, Christian! Was he alright?!

"Yes?" one of the first cops Sydney seen asked.

"They lost him." The rookie replied slowly.

Sydney put her head down on the table, and her shoulders shook as she weeped. The cops tried to comfort her, but she knew nothing would work. Knowing that Marci was dead, Christian had been Sydney's only hope, the only thing she had left. But now, they were both gone.

"Come on Ms. Crowning," Brooks said, "Let's get you home."

Later as Sydney was climbing out of Brooks' squad car, he looked at her carefully.

"Would you like someone to stay with you tonight?" he asked, "I understand the only people you lived with were your sister and her boyfriend."

"No." Sydney answered, "This is all just a bad dream, and I'll be waking up soon."

Brooks nodded, not saying anything to that comment. "I'll have someone check on you in the morning Ms. Crowning." He said.

Sydney nodded and walked up to her house. It was quiet and dark as she climbed the stairs to her room. It felt so lonely, so empty. Sydney didn't turn on the light in her room. She just threw herself on the bed, and screamed into the pillow. Even her cat, Gabriel couldn't even relieve her of the apathy she felt.

His dark eyes snapped open, and he gasped for air. He was lying on one of the body drawers at the hospital, before the doctors were to perform the autopsies. Taking in large amounts of air, he sat up, and looked at himself. His shorts were covered in blood, as was his gray Iron Maiden tee shirt. He reached down and lifted his shirt, which was a hard thing to do, considering it was plastered to his stomach with his blood. There was a small wound in the middle of his abs, and he tenderly touched it, though it didn't hurt. He took in more breaths and dropped the shirt. Then he reached up and ran his fingers through his matted down hair, no longer in the style of a mohawk.

He sighed and looked around. The drawer next to his was also open, but that body was covered with a light blue sheet. He slid off the drawer and landed shakily on the floor. He slowly moved to the other drawer. Then he reached down and grabbed the sheet. He lifted it up, and was given a sudden pain, the body was a girl, he remembered her with her brown hair and light skin. He dropped the sheet, and fell to the floor shaking. A label on the front of the drawer read "Marci Crowning, female, 23 years old".

"Twenty-two." He said quietly, "Not twenty-three."

He looked at the label on his drawer: "Christian Harbor, male, 25 years old." He fell back to the floor as a memory consumed his mind. He and Marci, lying on a couch together, smiling, they were happy with each other, talking softly. He stood up again, quickly, forcing the memory away, it just cause him pain. He turned and looked at the exit of the room, a glass door, and no one stood outside it. He quickly flew forward and left the room. Then he shot off down the hall, towards the exit. He had to get out of there.