Break Away

A/N: I was watching The Crow when I had this sudden idea. Think of that story line when you read this, and it might make since if you've seen the movie. If you haven't seen the movie, it might make since, but it would be better understood if you have seen the movie. This is not a parody of the movie, I'm merely using the idea as a muse. Anyways, it'll be sort of a Mary-Sue, ya know, those where girl fall into M.E., but I'm taking a different route with this one, and hopefully this idea won't be run into the ground.

: : It Can't Rain All The Time : :

The rain continued to pour down the windows of my apartment that Halloween Eve, October 30 for those of you who don't get it. My Halloween costume, a sailor fuku like that of Sailor Saturn, folded neatly into the duffel bag at my feet. I was planning on going to Kersey Valley Spookywoods the next night with a few of my good friends. Afterwards, we were going to go back to a friends' house for a party that her parent's were putting together. That was why I had a few pairs of jeans and some tops stuffed away In the duffel as well as other things that are beyond my knowledge of putting in the bag. I was wearing a pair of low rider jeans and a black tank top that clung to me like a second skin.

I looked out the window of my bedroom, with a huge case of writer's block on the fanfiction I was currently writing. It would be wise to go ahead and say up front that my two big subjects to write fanfics are The Lord of the Rings and Orlando Bloom. Hey, what girl doesn't swoon over the British hottie? Anyways...I'm an artist, but writing fanfics just isn't my forte, it's more like something to do to pass the time. Actually, I like to draw. My grandfather, before he passed away 10 years ago, got me interested in archery, but since his death, I haven't really committed myself to it very much. Sometimes I'll go down to the YMCA and practice to keep my skills sharp, and I know that he's standing beside me when I do practice, even though I can't see him. The bow that he gave me for my birthday lay beside my duffel. I took the liberty of naming my bow Legolas. Yeah, I know that sounds strange, but don't people name things that they cherish dearly?

The phone ringing brought me out of my thoughts. I looked at the clock. It was 11:42. Who in the world is calling at this hour?! I thought to myself, reaching over on the bedside table to retrieve the cordless phone.

"Hello?"

There wasn't an answer, so I tried again.

"Hello?" I repeated.

This time I heard breathing on the other end. What is this, some obscene phone call?

"Who is this? Tell me now or I'm calling the police!" I demanded.

I heard laughter. "I'm delivering a message from Arlene Harris on the other side."

"That isn't possible, I'm not dead!"

"Yet." A voice said behind me.

I didn't get a chance to scream before the blow of a man's fist came in contact with my stomach, knocking the wind clean out of me. I came down on my hands and knees, then was kicked to my side by the guy's boot. The first thought that came to mind when I registered that there were about four or five coming towards me was Oh God, this is it. I'm going to be raped then beat to death, and possibly raped again. It was one of their intentions, but then I heard one of them telling the other that their mission was only to make sure that I didn't see the light of day again.

Think again, you creeps. I'm not going down without a fight.

The group of men looked like a bunch of bikers, judging by their attire, but then again, they acted like ravage gang members. I didn't get a look at their face once I was able to stand, because I was coming at them with everything that I had. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough. They rounded on me with knives unsheathed, ready to pierce my skin. I tried punching and kicking at them, but to no avail. They were far too strong for me in the state that I was in. One must have come behind me, because in a flash, I was looking down at my abdomen to see a knife coming all the way though me. The sight of my blood was more than I could handle at the moment, and I attempted another scream, only to find that the guy in front of me raised his fist, that was protected by brass knuckles mind you, to come in contact with my jaw.

My vision was already blurry, but I felt myself being thrown down to the floor, as well as boots being impaled into my ribs. I thought I felt one crack. I didn't know what I had done to deserve this kind of treatment, but there was nothing that I could do to keep them off of me at this point. I felt the blades of cool metal slicing into my skin. I saw the blood pool around me and knew that it was my blood all over the hardwood floor. I attempted to turn my head to catch a glimpse of some identifiable characteristics to put these jerks away if I survived.

If I survived.

But when I looked at these guys, they didn't look entirely human. Granted, they had the humanistic layout, but these guys were...mutilated...like they survived a nuclear winter. One had his ears pierced all up along his ears, a stud in each nostril, and a bolt in his tongue. He had a mohawk of black hair that turned into a mullet where his ears started. The one beside him had spiked black hair, and a ring pierced through his nose like a bull. To this guy's right was a shorter guy who had no hair and a gut with some kind of strange tattoo running along the left side of his face and down his neck from what I could see. There was another guy standing behind the shorter one, he had much darker skin, with what looked like studs under his eyes. He was of a heavier build than the others, like he could pass for a bouncer at a New York club. The last one had frizzy grayish black hair that stopped at his shoulders, with a lip piercing that had a chain that reached from his chin to his left ear. I realized it was him when he held up the phone that I had dropped and began to talk into it. "I'm delivering a message from Arlene Harris on the other side." The thing that was most peculiar to me was that each of them had an imprint of a white hand upon them, being the cheek head, neck or chest.

"You assholes aren't going to get away with this!" I grumbled, in an attempts to stand up.

"Be silent, wench!" the one closest to me roared, and kicked me in the ribs extremely hard to emphasize his point.

Once again, I was slung back down to the ground. This time I didn't get up. I couldn't find the strength to get up. Who the hell calls anyone 'wench' nowadays?! Needless to say, the beatings continued for a good while. They were about to leave some time later when the one that told me to shut up decide3d that it would be grand to shove a gleaming long knife into my left shoulder and pin me to the floor to die before they left.

I faked unconsciousness until I was dead sure that they were gone, sorry, no pun intended. My body was in excruciating pain, but I wasn't about to accept defeat. With my right hand, and a few deep breaths, I managed to pull the long knife from my shoulder, which went through into the hardwood floor. As much as I wanted to, I didn't cry out. I couldn't run the risk of being heard by the wrong people. With the knife thrown aside, I crawled/slid over to the computer desk, where my things were laying, I made a grab for the phone and dialed 911.

"911, what is your emergency?" I heard a voice say.

I was leaning against my duffel when the person on the other line asked the question again. I was about to answer, but my vision was clouded by black spots, and I actually did slip into darkness. I managed one last glance outside the window, only to see that it was still raining.

It can't rain all the time...