The Crow: Vengeance

Carter Alley New Orleans, Louisiana 11:38 p.m.

Sitting on the edge of a motorcycle smoking a newly lit cigarette was a man about 25 years in age. He had bleach blonde hair and wore black leather pants and a black duster. The alley he sat in was wet from the rain earlier that day and darker then a cave. But he didn't care. The darkness was a comfort to him. When he finished his smoke he got back on the bike and drove off. A crow then began to follow him.

Westminster Road New Orleans, Louisiana. Same Time.

A young woman with long blonde hair and a waitress uniform on ran with such speed she only could have been running for one reason. To get away from something. Every few moments she would look behind herself and see if any thing was following her. Every time there was something there. Every time, but this. She stopped and turned around to look harder, she still couldn't see anything. She turned around once more to walk the way she had ran. And when she did...someone was there. A man. She gasped in horror. And the man grabbed her by the hair.

"Say one word to alert someone and we butcher you on sight." He said not letting up on the grip he had on her.

"Please, I didn't mean to see, I really didn't. I was just going home from work and you were there." She whispered in between sobs.

He back handed her across the face so hard it made her neck crack.

"What did I say about talking?" He pulled her in front of him by the top of her uniform and it ripped the buttons off exposing a black bra strap. "Move." He ordered.

The girl made no attempt to resisting. She tried to stay far enough ahead of the guy so he wouldn't be in touching range. But he had other plans.

"Why you in such a hurry to get where were going? When we get there me and the boys are gonna have some fun." He smiled and pulled her into his arms by her waist.

She tried to hold back tears to show she was strong.

"What do you mean?" She asked softly.

"I mean were gonna fuck you until your pussy is dry as the Sahara Dessert. And then we'll move to this." He ran a hand along her ass. And then she couldn't help but cry.

"No, please don't do this to me. Just let me go and I'll never say anything to anybody. I swear, just please let me gooooo." She cried.

"What's your name Blondie?" He stopped and asked her.

"B-B-Buffy Summers."

"And what do you do for a living B-B-Buffy Summers?" He mocked her stutter she had.

"I'm a waitress down at the Demorcos' Bar on 244th Street."

"You would really love if I just let you go wouldn't you?" He questioned.

"Yes, so much you have no idea how happy that would make me." She sounded relived.

"Ok than. We'll let you go."

"You will?" She questioned.

"Right after we've had our fun with you we'll dump you off. Now let's go."

Buffy had such high hopes for getting out off this without letting them have a poke at her. And the fact was she didn't know how many of then there really were. She had seen four when she saw them kill that man.

They had walked for about another five minutes. When they finally reached a warehouse at the tail end of Westminster Road.

"Boys, look at what I brought home. The bitch that caught us taking care Mike. And from what I can tell she's ripe for the taking."

"Well then, getting rid of Mike got us the better end of the deal. One less man, one more woman." A man with dark brown hair and very bad teeth exclaimed.

"Hey, Johnny, I have first dibs on her. I found her after all." The first man brushed her hair out of her face. "Well, Buffy. Come with me into the Rape Room as we like to call it." He grabbed her hand.

"Why do you call it that?" She asked.

"Because that is where all of the rape happens." A third man said as he laughed.

Buffy began to cry again.

"Hey if it makes you feel any better we can blind fold you. So you don't have to watch us fuck your brains out.

A black blind fold was placed over Buffy's eyes and it soon became wet with her tears. She didn't know if she would ever see the light of day ever again. And she became scared. One by one they took advantage of her. There were only so many guys there. And the first guy who she had learned the name of, Craven, had told her that she could go home when they had their ways with her. But now she wasn't so sure.

"Ok Buffy, were done." Craven had said. He removed the blind and saw the five men zipping their pants. "You ready for us to dump you off?" He asked.

She shook her head. "Yes, please." She said trying to stay strong.

"Where do you live?" He asked.

"Oakwood apartments on Parker Street."

"Ok, we'll be sure to tell you landlord that you're dead so you won't be coming back." He smiled.

"But you said you would take me home after you finished. What now your not?"

"No, I said we'll dump you off. And that's what were gonna do. Dump you at the bottom off the Mississippi River. Now would you like to be dead when we attach an anchor to your body?"

"No!" Buffy said crying.

"Ok then, you can drown. I like it better that way. More pains funnier."

Harbors Dock, New Orleans, Louisiana 1:42 A.M.

They drove to a dock and when the car came to a stop Craven kicked Buffy out of the back seat onto the ground.

"Get up!" He pulled her by the arm to the edge of dock while the guy named Johnny wrapped Barbwire around the weight they were going to use. "Give your hands to Johnny so he can get wire on them."

Buffy put her hands in front of her.

"No, behind your back you stupid little bitch."

She did as she was told, and Johnny put the wire on so tight that her wrists started to bleed. He then put more around her stomach and down her legs. They too started to bleed.

"Please you don't have to do this. I promise I won't say anything to anybody."

Craven backhanded her across her face once more. He cheek had a big black bruise from the last time his hit her.

"Any last words?" He asked smiling again.

"Just too please ask you to let me go." She begged.

"I'll be sure to tell your landlord that for you as well. Dump her." He told the guys and they pushed the weight in and Buffy was pulled under by the weight of it. "Bye-Bye Tight Little Princess."

The light started to fade away as she sunk farther away. She tried to get loose but the pain was getting the best of her. She finally passed out from the fear and lack of oxygen.

Adams Avenue, New Orleans, Louisiana. Same Time

The blonde man woke from a dream that was more of a nightmare about a Girl being raped and dumped in the River. He then saw a crow sitting in his window. It then flew in and sat at the end of the bed. Then it flew to the keys that went to his bike and picked them up with its beak and flew back out the window.

"Hey!" The man went to the window and saw the crow flying down to the street. He went out the door and down to the street to find the crow sitting on top of his bike. It put the keys down and waited for the man to pick them up. When he didn't the bird regrasped them and put them at the man's feet. That time he did pick them up and the bird flew onto the bike once more.

"Crazy-ass bird." He said and was kicking himself for listening to a crow. When he started the bike the bird flew in front of him.

When it stopped the man was at Harbors Dock. The bird was standing at the edge and looking into the water.

Underneath the water the lifeless body of the Buffy Summers was there. Her eyes closed, the current pushing her hair in waves and her gashed body. All the sudden her eyes darted open...she was alive. Again.

To Be Continued