The Crow: The second coming chapter 3
A crow, a dark black bird often likened to death, despair and evil. Some avoid crows saying they are satan's messengers, others think that they bring bad luck, disease and death. Other types of people ignore or even like crows thinking that they are nice, friendly birds afterall why judge a bird by its colour? Whatever people in the world think of these birds citizens in one city now believe that a crow can bring life back to the dead, those who believe embrace the presence of the crow those who do not shadow it and cloud their minds with disbelief. One thing is certain, the crow will return…
The rain was drawing in, it was cold one of those cold nights where you can see your breath when you venture outdoors and so dark that you can barely see what lies before you, even the street lamps were dim. No dimmer than usual but the fog and rain didn't add to the light. The clouded feelings of those outdoors could also be seen. The moon was full and bright, it was shining through from the harsh clouded conditions and adding a white tint to the roof tops. The same tint of snow you get around Christmas time but this was different, something was wrong with this tint it was extra cold, extra intense. This tint was coming from beyond the citizens said and those superstitious enough to believe it were praying and hoping for the best.
The rain clouds moved in closer than before, almost claustrophobically. They were in tighter than ever before and looked as though a single droplet of such pure rain could destroy an earth in an instant. It was then that it happened, some still refuse to believe it and hide away the memory never letting it out. Others tell of the story to their children and grand children proudly expressing their inner most memories of the incident. The moon changed it physically changed to what some could not believe, it stopped emitting light and turned black, as black as the midnight sky and then winds began to blow from inside the new found moon. The wind was not normal wind it was warmer, hotter than earthly winds, this was supernatural winds never seen in the earths lifetime. This wind was different, it was coming from the past, the other side, the underworld.
There was an almighty blast of concentrated black energy, it shrouded the grave of Eric Draven in impenetrable darkness, the crow perched upon the grave vanished into the blackness also. There were lightning bolts emitting from the sides of the blackness and thunder could be heard for miles around. Dark spirits began to rise from the blackness and then within a split second the wind dropped and the darkness ceased all but for the natural nights dark. Standing there amongst the unearthed soil and the wreckage that the winds and dark presences had called was the dark marauder himself. Five years had passed but today he had returned. Eric Draven the Crow lived once more.