Disclaimer: This is not an official Crow story... therefore, I proclaim all those who don't like this... can officially bite me. My story is inspired to me by my own tragedy... I know the loss of a loved one... and for that, I feel justice will never be served. This is the story of a man driven to the brink... by those he trusted... he will find his ultimate solution...

He'll find Redemption...

A Tragedy at Grimm Row Dr.

Subject: Jacob Mobius

"She embraces me... knowing my sordid past she embraces me and tells me... words of encouragement... she whispers a song in my ear... 'you will make good, you will do great, everyone knows its in you...' she's my angel..."

The night drug on... with rain pouring down in sheets thicker then lead. It was the kind of storm that came before something worse. That was the ghist of things on Grimm Row... the street Jacob Mobius lived on... every night hearing the gunshots of local hellraisers... feeling like every night would be their last.

His family, the one joy. Jacob's mother, Helen, sitting in her favorite chair rubbing her belly with Jacobs new brother or sister... his sister, 4 years old drawing her favorite cartoon character... lil' Sammy... she would grow up better then Jacob ever did. home schooled everyday, before Jacob heads to work at the construction site. She loved learning... loved exploring... but on these streets... She would never be allowed to be outside. She never goes outside.

"'Hey Jakey boy' the taller man said to Jacob. 'I remember everyone... everyone from my enemies, to my closest friends.'"

After all the months of waiting, having left the gang behind, having changed his life around... Jacob would now realize... escape was never possible... the only solution... for him... was the revenge... of his formers...

The door busted open, a spray of lead pellets cutting through the living room... no one... It was emptied... but not long ago.

"Clever kid." said a dread-locked old man wielding a Hunters Knife. "He's still here!" a second man yelled. "His cars still in the drive!" The old man looked around. "Fan Out! Find the son'uva'bitch!" the rest of the gang members rolled in... twenty in all. Jacob watched from beneath the floor boards... His instincts had told him right... His family needed out of the house. But there was no way out... "Damn..." he spat under his breath. Jacob turned to find his sister looking at him with worry in her eyes. He motioned to her to be quiet. She nodded and planted a hand over her mouth... His mother...

"Look what we found! A Fat Bitch!" the whimpered moans of his mother came to him... his anger starting to get the better of him. He stared through the cracks of the floorboards as they circled her. "This bitch ain't Fat! She fuckin' pregnant! the old man knelt to her... "How far along?" he cooed to her in a sympathetic voice... her tears drizzling from her face like an open faucet. "P-please... I-I'm only 4 months... d-don't hurt us..." The old man put a single hand on her belly, and rubbed it... smearing black crud on her belly... "Don't worry... I won't hurt you... if Jakey Boy turns himself over to us..." The tall old man turned again. "Don't make me do what I have to! Come OUT! And you could spare her life! And your little siblings!" Jacob looked confused, his emotions getting the best of him. He rammed himself through the floorboards, right in front of the old man. The old man smiled to Jacob... "Hello... sinner..." Jacob was hoisted out of the floor and held down by two of the old man's henchmen. "Jakey... you should've stayed. You know... this wasn't my choice." Jacob eyes widened as the old man... with a single movement gouged his hunters blade into his mothers belly! "NOOOOOOO!" Jacob screamed as his mother past out... he watched her... as she slowly bled... He knew, she would soon be dead... He looked helplessly as the old man pulled his blade out from her belly and cleaned it... "You bastard!" Jacob forced himself away from the two men holding him and grabbed the closest sharpest object, his screwdriver. He lunged and stabbed into the old mans shoulder. "You fuckin' asshole!" the old man screamed as he smashed his fist into Jacobs face, sending Jacob flying back. "Jacob!" his sister flew out from under the busted floorboards, to her brother. "Run! Sammy Run!" the old man grabbed his sister. "Don't you hurt her! Leave her alone!" Jacob flung himself at the old man. "I give you one chance, Jakey Boy!" the old man yank the littel girl and threw her into the arms a a bald man with tattoo's covering his whole body. "Have some fun Tomahawk! hahahahahaaaaa." the old man turned his attention back to Jacob. "I gave you one chance! And you fucked me! What? Did yout hink I would let it be?" the old man stabbed Jacob in the shoulder. "I was gonna make you head honcho when they fried me! You fucked it up!" The old man slammed another fist in Jacobs face... his fists were like getting hit with a flat-iron skillet! "I'll kill you! And your'r whole fucking FAMILY!" the old man then prodeeced to stab Jacob three more times. Jacob coughed up blood... turning over on his stomach he hoisted himself to his feet... "Old man... Whiskey... Why... why her... why not...not just me?" he turned to Whiskey, the old man. "Because Suffering is the best before death...

The faint screaming... his little sister... his only joy... he could hear her... she's whimpering... she's been used in a way she could never understand... but she's alive... oh god! They didn't kill her! he was still alive as well... but barely... he couldn't move... he could feel the movements of being in a car... he was in a tight trunk... where were they taking him? he could smell... the smell of death... he was gonna be dead soon. But where were they taking him?...

20 Minutes Later...

he could smell... salt... and hear water... he was somewhere near water... he could still hear his sister... now crying for mommy... oh god... mom was dead... no... this couldn't be happening... it was a dream... and he would awaken to find himself sweating in his bed... even if he had pissed himself, he would be alive! He could imagine it now... he would awaken... he be disturbed by young Sammy... she would laugh at him for peeing himself... But she would be laughing, not cowering in a filthy criminals backseat... oh god... they popped the trunk. Don't make her watch what your gonna do! PLEASE! The old man appears and opens the trunk... he stares for a good long moment... taking in his handiwork. "I gotta make a call." he tells the big one, Tomahawk. The ogre smiles and nods. The bastard... he brings himself over my head... "Can you hear me Shitstain? Your little sister will make a good lil' bitch... and then... when I'm done... I'll slit her throat... and bring her back to you!" he lifts himself upright in a horrible laugh... Sammy groans as she passes out. That bastard! He's gonna violate my sister! I'll kill the bastard! Jacob overhears Whiskey... "It's almost done... no I haven't forgotten... right... both of them... no problem..." Jacob hears the click of the cellphone shutting. "Well Jakey... it's almost time... you still with me?... It's time I collected a souvenir... dontcha think?" he pulled out his Hunting knife... and...

"Reports of a Murder of Epic Proportions on Grimm Row, as police are mystified as to the brutality."

"As an officer on the force for twelve years... this was not a gang hit! This was some sorta psycho killer."

"... I heard screaming, and then... nothing..."

"... Police try quickly to contain the scene as 4 year old Samantha Mobius, and 25 year old Jacob Mobius are declared dead after officers found traces of both the siblings blood... a mysterious entry, blood from the killer... is unidentifiable..."

"It's been 6 Months and still no leads on the Mobius murders..."

"however the body of now 26 year old Jacob Mobius was fished from the River. The body has been moved from the River to Grimm Row Morgue... where Jacob will be buried next week, next to his mother."

"...We bring a last tid-bit tonight, as it has been 2 years... since the murders of Helen, Jacob, Samantha, and the unborn child Mobius... police have warranted the crime as unsolved... and have officially closed the case..."

He smells... for the first time in years... he smells his own decay falling away... he can feel his nerves firing up... it feels worse then a sunburn, as it tears through his body awakening dead muscles... he can't see anything... but all the same he reaches up only to find his movement restricted... he's been buried... he... he was dead... 'wake up Jacob!' he hears a familiar voice... he quickly rams himself upward... crashing through the lid of the coffin. he digs around through the softened soil... its raining... he can hear it... He breaks through the ground as he feel the soft rain on his hand. He crawls everymore till he feels his entire body hit by comforting rain... but... he still cannot see... he lifts himself off the ground... where was he? Why was he buried? His name... was Jacob... he knew that much. He reached up to his face... and... oh god... his eyes... they had been cut out! He was eyeless... and... he had other scars on his face... straight cut lines that extended the top of his skull... down to his no longer existing eyes, to a little past his mouth... the a horizontal slash across his lips... He then heard... the caw of a bird... a Crow... 'follow it.' a flash of light and a quick image of his motehr said to him... "I... I... can't see..." he heard the Crow caw... and his equilibrium was shot out from under him as he saw himself... through the birds eyes... "What the fuck kinda bird are you?" the bird caw'd again as it led him... showing him the way... through its own sight... leading him... to his house...

Next Chapter...

A Sinful Past, a Last Redemption...

"I looked upon the Villain... and without a second glance... I killed him where he stood..."- The Redeemer...