The Crow: Retribution
By Xenomorph666
The Crow is © James O'Barr
Garou and all other W.o.D. related articles are © White Wolf Publishing
All other Characters are © me and their Real life counterparts
Chapter 3
Pain of the Living
I find Alisha's house with no problem, well except one... my clothes are still the ones from the funeral home. Not the best way to greet your dead girlfriend's parents. I decide to sneak into her brother's room, he always kept the window open. Tonight was no different, thankfully he was also out. I find a pair of black slacks and a black turtleneck, they're a little large on me but I don't care.
I hear footsteps and I hide. Rod, Alisha's brother comes in kissing a strange girl. No surprise to me, he's a player. He stops in the middle of the room and looks at his closet. I forgot to close it, shit...
Thankfully he thinks it was his mother looking for his stash. He takes the girl downstairs to confront her. I decide to take this chance to re-introduce myself.
-That's not a good idea.-
"I need their permission to see her grave."
-That doesn't matter.-
"Have you ever been in love?"
-No...-
"Then how the hell can you tell me that?!"
The bird is silent.
-Alright. It's not like I can stop you anyway.-
I make my way to their dining room. Apparently Rod, really wasn't into my little raid on his clothes. I decide to hide myself in the shadows until the right time. That time comes when the whole family turns away from each other in disgust. The crow flies out into the middle of the table. Everyone looks.
"How the hell did that get in here?", Alisha's father asks to no-one
I answer, "The same way I did. Through Rod's window."
I step out from the shadows. Their eyes grow wide with fear. Alisha's grandmother starts praying in Spanish. Gotta love those old Spanish ladies. Rod's jaw drops as far as mine did that night. Her father pales with recognition, her mother faints.
"Rod, your mouth is open..."
He closes his mouth and invited me to sit. A long awkward silence ensues, her father now is scowling at me with anger. I don't blame him, I lower my head in shame letting it hit the table. The silence continues until her mother comes to. Then her father speaks.
"You failed, you coward! We thought you where dead this WHOLE TIME!"
I raise my hand to stop him from going into a tangent.
"I am dead Señor Tanner, I died with them. I saw them ripped apart. And now I'm back."
"¿Por qué?", her grandmother asked.
"Retribution.", the room grew silent. Her father smiled. He understood.
"This way." he motioned for me to follow I could still feel a whelming fear in his soul, he was always good at hiding his feelings..
He lead me to her grave, there I hit my knees. It was in her favorite spot. A spot where we had laid many times to stare at the stars. And now she lay there permanently.
-I'll never understand humans and their connections to each other... Are you ready now?-
The crow's voice boomed in my head
-Then touch the headstone.-
I did as I was told and I got a surprise. One that made my blood boil with an unholy delight, a vision of a mask. I knew of only one place to get it done....