Chapter 2: Resurrection
The day passed by quick and the sun already dove into someplace and let the night come again…the cemetery was quiet again with the fog surrounding every corner and every inch of it…the security that night was too busy in his dorm clearing some files of dead people that came that day.
Flashback...
"No…please…don't hurt her!" A young man's voice was heard…
"Who told you that we would? Not before we have some fun with her of course!" Another man's voice was heard in the distant while a girl's scream and sobbing was heard from that part as well…
Flashback end…
…From the grey clouds above, rain started coming down on the heavy ground. From up the clouds something black came in sight flying towards the ground as fast as it can…
Flashback…
"Hold him up…right…" a voice so deep said as grumping and moaning was heard in the distance…"So…Mr. Corvus…its been a long time now…"
"…what do…ouuu...you mean buddy…I never saw you in my life…" another voice whispered while in pain…seemed like he was struggled…
"Maybe you know me as dead huh! Don't you think…?" The previous voice said as footsteps were heard from the distance…
Flashback end…
The tomb stone where Corvus was laying went down and shattered into pieces. The ground he was berried began to move up and down as if something was under it. With the rain falling on the ground made the ground to fudge.
A hand got out of the ground and with mud all over it…even stains of blood were seen on it. As it was high, the other hand got out as well with the same mud and stains on it as well. Knocking from beneath was heard. The ground suddenly spitted in half and wood pieces with mud flew to both sides. A hand out of nowhere from the same ground came out trying to grab hold of the air and rain falling.
After a while, the hand disappeared again and that's when all the ground shattered around flew with the wind as a body was thrown out of the hole on the muddy ground of the cemetery.
The body laid there for a sec or two. The cloths were torn off like they were ripped off but a knife or a bullet from side to side. Half of them were even off because of the worms and decaying of time.
After a while laying there, his hand started to move again, grabbing a hand of mud. His strength came back as it would tell as he was waking up from the ground. The rain purred down on him and felt like knives. He hugged his body tight with both arms because of the cold and chill of the rain. His eyes met every corner of the cemetery.
His face was not that old, his eyes were green like an emerald. His hair was black and blue mixed and long enough to reach half his back with two stripes of white in the front of his hair.
"And yet…another one was born…didn't know how…didn't know why…but I was that chosen one…"