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The Crow: Bloodstained Ground
"Eric, should we look in the phonebook or will Hex find her?" Noel asked her Crow-friend.
"Hex will find her, she is the only one who can find the four that killed you," Eric frowned.
"Makes you wonder what we died for. Me, my father, my mother… Out of them all, I'm the most likely candidate for taking revenge for our family… Kinda makes me a bit sad. My parents always did say that I had a temper, most likely from my Irish blood. Still, I wonder why Frances Sherwood and those men killed us. We didn't have anything on them that I know of. My dad was a car salesman, and my mum was a history teacher. Why would that cause our deaths?"
"Maybe you can get answers out of this Frances… woman."
"She's dead, they all are. They just don't know it yet. And I will not rest until I've gotten the head of whatever organization they are in!"
"Noel, don't get too into revenge, or they may come after your sister," Eric frowned.
"If they touch another hair on her head…" Noel growled as Hex cawed and landed on her shoulder. "She's found Vapor."
"…" Eric sighed as he watched Hex fly off with Death right behind her, and he knew once Noel gave him a look that he would have to follow her and their crows.
They landed at what looked like a rather posh looking little house. There was a dog that Noel had only to place her finger to her lips and it was silent. There was a woman moaning as a man kissed her senseless on the sofa. "Knock, knock!" Noel sneered as she opened the house door that was never locked.
"W-who's there?" the woman shook as she saw the two figures with painted faces.
"Kill."
"Kill who?" the man glared.
"Who did you kill last year? Cause they're back from the grave," Noel laughed, sending shivers down both the man and woman's spines. "You know, Frances or should I call you Vapor? Well, things have a way of coming back to get you in the end. It's called Karma. How's your little corpse troop doing?"
"Who are you?!" Vapor yelled angrily.
"Who did you kill last year? Think, it shouldn't take you that long," Noel sneered as Vapor gasped in recognization.
"But we killed you! And your family!" the violin teacher shrieked.
"Yeah, well no one said that dead things should stay dead," Noel smirked as Eric held the man still, and tossed her a violin. Noel snatched the violin out of the air with great ease, "Is this yours?" Noel asked with darkness in her eyes, as Vapor looked horrified, Noel plunged the bow into Vapor's heart. As the bow lodged in Vapor's dark heart, it broke, and blood flowed freely from the wound.
"NO!" the man cried in horror as he watched his beloved die from her own bow being lodged in her heart and her blood spilling from her breast onto the wooden floor and expensive rugs.
"I remember you, as well, Shatter," Noel sneered.
"How?!" Shatter burst into tears.
"Eric, let him go."
"You're not making the same mistake that I did," Eric glared down at the man in his arms.
"Fine, but he is going to go find the others. Shatter, tell them that they're on the Grim Reaper's list, and you are on it as well," Noel growled and her teeth glowed glittered white, in the frightfully dark house.
"Fine," Eric released Shatter from his hold. The dirty-haired blonde ran out the door and into the night, not noticing his shadow.
"Hex, will tail him," Noel sent a look at Eric asking an unknown question.
"You've done well, so far," Eric sighed. "Let's just hope that your next kill is as easy as this Vapor."
fireinu: Thanks for the complement, but now thatNoel's beginning to kill off people I'm having a bit of a problem figuring out how they are gonna die. I've still got Shatter, Magnum, and Shades to kill off! Any ideas you could throw my way would be great! You know the saying "Two minds are better than one!"
Queen-of-Sporks: I like the song more than the poem, but I do like poetry and music. I'm what my mother calls an "odd bird" but then again, she calls everyone in my immediate family that. Guess we're all unique! Don't worry about that whole memorizing business, I've done it with "Paul Rever's Ride" and the "Tyger" by William Blake. It's normal.
Well, gotta go, my sister needs help with a computer game.
Sending mischief your way!
Snowfire the Kitsune