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 4

Mask of Destiny

I made my way through the city streets.  I was on my way to the "Goth Corridor".  It was a part of town full of night clubs bars and tattoo parlors.  I walked into the nearest tattoo parlor with the sketch I had drawn.  When I entered the customers and artists looked at me, then back to what they where doing.  I waited until near closing to approach the owner.

"Sorry, buddy.  Closing soon."

I hand him a twenty.

"Bought yourself five minutes, start talking."

"I want this", I show him the sketch, "Tattooed on my face in one day."

He starts to laugh until he realizes I'm serious.  "Hey listen joker, I don't know what you think you can buy with a twenty, but that's not it!"

I flip out a wad of cash, money Alisha's father gave to me for support.  It was close to five-thousand dollars.  It also almost made me question his businesses legality.   But that didn't matter to me now, I only wanted retribution.

"Listen man, I'm sorry but I can't you know how it is.  Just to tired." He smiles and turns away.  I pocket my money and walk to the door.  I only open it for a second when the crow comes in.  It lands smack dab in front of him and caws but once.  The man goes pale and his face contorts into a hideous ugly fang filled mouth.  Just not the kind of fangs I was expecting.  This guy was a freaking VAMPIRE!  He lunged at me with a look of fear and hate in his eyes.  I just sidestep him and slam his face into the wall.  He goes out like a light.

When he comes to I make sure he's secured to on of his parlor chairs.  And of course he's ready to kill me.  I just smack him over the head with a metal tray.

"Listen, you little blood sucking maggot.  I don't CARE who or WHAT you are. I just want this tattooed.  Got it?"

"Fuck off bird-boy!"

"I see we are going to have to do this the hard way then..."

I grab the near by tattooing needle and start it up.  I aim it for his eyes.

"You see, I can't feel pain.  You on the other hand, are quite vulnerable to it.  Am I right?"

I lower it closer, he starts to sweat.

I lower it more, fear in his eyes.

Almost to the eye.

"ALRIGHT I'LL DO IT!"

I lift it away from his eye smiling like a maniac. 

"Let's get to it then!"