The Crow second coming chapter 2
Top gun is in charge. He rules the streets and has the say as to what goes on, when, where and even the reasons why no matter how stupid, sadistic or harsh.
Sarah was taken, whisked from the streets on the anniversary of Eric Draven's first coming. Yes top dollar was dead but top gun had taken over a cousin of top dollar who was owed a few favours, taking over the business was a welcomed bonus that came with disposing of top dollars body. That body had been left there skewered like a kebab to that statue, it had begun to rot and decay before it was eventually pulled down, the crow had never left either, never left the body of the final victim to the crow. Some of those from the city believed the story others made their own or refused to believe. Whatever you masy believe from the crow something killed those mobsters and that something was incredibly powerful near immortal.
Sarah had been held captive for an hour or so now, she was gagged and blind folded on a table not knowing where she was, who were behind this kidnapping and whether she would make it out alive. The building she was kept was by no means fit for human living, the walls were crumbling the ceiling held by supports and the windows shattered glass sprawled along the floor, no cleaner was there the shards like tear drops of what has happened to the factory, each one a member who used to exist and work there. No more of that it had passed long ago the cobwebs in the corners and gathering dust told us that.
The door opened to see a tall darkened man standing there long dark hair down to his pectorals long straight and smooth, resembling that of his cousin top dollar. The mans suit was sleek and shining his boots black and glistening in the moonlight. His skin was pail in colour and his eyes were blue, immaculate blue the kind of blue that pierces you just to look at it. He was scarred down the right side of his face stretching from his lower eye to his cheek, a previous battle perhaps or possibly just a cat whatever the reason it looks menacing and added to his look nicely.
As he approached Sarah her heart beat grew stronger, faster and more intense she was scared, what was this man going to do? What did he want with her and when could she be free? Could she be free at all? The man stopped at the table where Sarah was lying and began to laugh to himself, he stroked her hair and warned her that if she were to run he would find her and when he did she would wish death upon herself rather than go through the pain of his torture. This brought back a memory to Sarah of her childhood once seeing a man having his eyes punctured and torn out by top dollar, no surgical instruments were used of course a jagged stick and a shard of glass found by the pavement would do just fine.
On the other side of town in the graveyard there was silence, the odd fluttering of the wind and perhaps the low sound of an owl hooting in the near tree. It was dark tonight, darker than its ever been the darkness seemed to take over the landscape and hold it there, sight was near impossible. There was a tremor from far underground, a passing quake perhaps or a close by truck? Another and then again passing through the ground slowly and destroying many graves as it passes. A bolt of lightning then another a storm was brewing a big one. A storm to end all others. Then the flutter of wings, it was a crow but not just any crow the same crow that was flying 5 years ago tonight. It was very much alive and very aware of it goal, it flew down and landed on a grave. The name read Eric Draven.