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 6
Painful past
"So?" I say looking at the bird while I walk down the street, "Where to first?"
-What does you're gut tell you?-
"It tells me I wanna see a saint about a snake."
-Look who's being droll now.-
"Its called dark humor, moron."
-Oh. I'll go scout a head a bit.-
"Good riddance."
I walk silently along the streets waiting for something to trigger a memory, anything. It takes awhile but I come to an alley. An alley I know all to well, I enter it knowing something well help me. I look down at my feet and see a purse. I pick it up, nothing comes to me. I open it, I find a tissue, still nothing. I rummage through it continually, but still nothing comes to me. I sit down feeling defeated.
-Don't feel bad. It's been almost a year. There's no evidence there, nothing.-
I can't accept what the crow is saying, so I just sit there trying to remember. Eventually I lay down trying to position my self the way I was when I died. And my leg touched something. I look to see a piece of paper crumpled up. I pick it up and
I see Mitch smiling as he finally gets the waitresses number
Then they alley and a scream for help. Mitch and Alisha run to help.
Their faces, the werewolves all in human form.
Then I enter.
Then I die.
Now I remember who they were.
I remember all five of them:
The tall Arabic man that blocked the alley.
The Red haired man who fed Mitch's innards to the wolf.
The raven haired twins who put Mitch on the pole.
The wolf, the man who looked like a cave man. The man that killed Alisha.
"They're DEAD!", I scream as I burst out of the alley. I had their faces. I had their lives.