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...

The Chief and His Soldiers, the First of Many...

Subject: Jacob Mobius

"I made this for you... it will bring you good luck..."

These flashes... what did they mean? A womans voice... he knew her... but couldn't recall a name. Jacob rubbed the scars on his face. His scars had straightened themselves out. His face burned. What did this mean? He moved over to his closet... untouched. The police didn't do a good job... if anything. He looked around and found his target. A Long coat... in his eyes grey and black... to the rest of the world... brown with Black Leather pads on the shoulders. A new flash... policemen looking through his room. "The Chief said to grab somethin'... a trinket... some sort of necklace..." what? What necklace? Jacob turned to see his dresser and walked over and opened to find a black muscle shirt... and his dark brown extreme pants. They had black trim all over them with black on the pockets. He looked over and noted somethin out of place... His bed. It had been overturned... with a small red box on top of it. He reached for it and had another flash.

"...this it?.."

"Yeah, Chief has something planned... don't know what though."

Jacob saw the single image of a beautiful locket... a silver design with Italics engraved. It was his and Troia's... Troia! His girlfriend... the girl from his visions. He turned quickly... They took my locket! he thought. He put the long coat having gotten fully dressed. The coat gave him another flash. "Lets take it back... to the Get Together..." Jacob sneered... "Yes... let's."

2 Hours Later...

Police officer Rosa took the hit... inhaling the stolen marijuana into his lungs. He would later plant the weed on some little kid. Best part of his day, when he pulls a punk over and plants the MJ in the idiots car. He coughed as he got out of his patrol car and made his way towards the Bar called... The Get Together... his bosses place of operations. He stepped inside greeted by several thugs who knew him while others who 'knew' him, shyed away at his presence. However, in all his years as an officer... he felt this weird feeling he was being watched. "It's nothing." he said to himself. No clean police came down to Grimm Row... none would be on the take... well.. there was one... but he didn't worry about that woman. Rosa walked to the back, where they grilled all the food and noted a huge cleaver hanging from a Knife rack. He pulled one of the chefs aside. "What the fuck do you use that for?" the chef pointed to a dead body... "Oh shit." Rosa said scoffing. "Okay then... no more burgers for me." he giggled and left the cook who had a huge leer on his face. Rosa walked to a secret room in the back and walked up to a man wearing heavy desert camo. The man was small and sickly looking, he held a single shot of Whiskey in his hand. His bottle right next to him. "Chief, the pay out from the 5th Street came in a little under." The sickly man coughed. "Unacceptable! The Boss demands payments be full! Not under!" the mans voice did not match his look.

"I'm gonna take pride in Carving my name into his Belly!"

"No one touches Jakey but me! Got IT!"

Jacob watched from the shadows. His mind intrigued by this little man... He suddenly remembered flashback of this man...

They called him the 'Chief'... his former occupation was a general in the army... until they found him dosing on experimental Steroids. He was dishonorably discharged, and he soon found himself in the Employ of the 'Boss'. He was cruel, methodical, and very accurate. He was not the highest on the food chain... but he held his own private army, which all resided in this Bar. Rosa... why did he seem so familiar.

"Hahahaha... I'm so high right now... I don't give a damn who I kill"

Rosa was there? This was to good. Jacob made his way out, not being noticed. They were to busy making calls and talking shit to each other. He looked glancingly at the Whiskey bottle... picking it up and smashing its contents on Rosa's head knocking the little bastard out. "Hi chief... remember me?" The Chief stood quickly and turned firing three shots... two in Jacobs hip, and one in Jacobs forehead... Jacob leaned back at the impact... but leaned forward in a matter of seconds... blood dripping from his mouth as the wound closed up. The Chief looked in sheer terror as Jacob spit out the bullet. "What the... what the fuck are you?" The Chief turned to grab an assault rifle and turned with it to find Jacob gone. "Who are you!" The Chief looked down at the fallen Rosa. "An old friend." the shadows replied. "Stop playing around! Come out Shitstain!" The Chief proceeded to fire blindly as Jacob came up behind... Stabbing the Chief in two seperate locations, before slittling open the back of the Chief Neck. "Do you recognixe this style. The same style of knifeplay that made me and your friend famous?" Jacob spun the chief around. "My name... is Jacob Mobius!" With that, Jacob slit the Chiefs throat. Jacob revelled in his work. He heard a crash as the employees, chefs, bartenders, and actual customers all crashed in. "So, your all his soldiers?" Jacob said chuckling. The soldiers all looked at their fallen boss, and looked back at their bosses killer who was holding a gas grenade. "Let's play!" with that he threw the grenade as it imploded covering the room in a thick White Cloud. Gunshots fired and people screamed, as Jacob carved a path out of the smoke. He would come across two men, a stab one punch the other and pull his knife out of the one mans chest and stab the other man in the head. He would then come across a man with an assualt rifle andslice the mans wrist grab the rifle and turn it on three other men. He would then go as far as slice the throats of unsuspecting men.

Jacob stepped out the cloud... all was silent... until a single groan caught Jacobs attention... Rosa...

Rosa awoke... something hit him... he felt the glass shards in his head, the smell of whiskey. "What th' fuck?" he groaned as he turned to see the cloud of smoke. He pulled out his pistol and aimed into the cloud. "Chief!" he yelled but no answer. He walked around the cloud until he saw a single figure. This figure held a hunting knife. "Wheres the Chief Shitbrick!" the figure walked slowly towards Rosa as the cloud dissapated... revealing the Chief and all his soldiers lying dead... hacked and slashed to death!...

"Oh god... oh god... oh jesus..." the figure stopped. "Pick one..." it said... Rosa snickered... but fired several shots into the figure... he could see the blood spatter behind the figure... but it kept walking... "FUCKING ZOMBIE!" Rosa said taking off running. He ran through the kitchen, steel racks blocking him. The figure found him and slammed a fist in his face

" You know for a dead whore..."

Jacob saw the flash and couldn't believe it. Rosa had turned around and away from Jacob. He slowed his pace near the burger stove, which overlooked the dead body, and huge cleaver... that was missing... with a huge 'whip!', the cleaver came down and hacked off Rosa's arm at the sleeve of his shirt... "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Jacob came out of nowhere and grabbed Rosa slamming his exposed fleshed onto the Stove Frying the wound close. Jacob released the dirty cop, disappearing. Rosa screamed as he ran out of the Bar. Climbing into his car...

"BOOOM!" the bar exploded, a resting place for the infamous Chief. Rosa didn't see the figure come out... "Ha, the bastard fried himself... crazy son of a bitch." Rosa took off... not realising that Jacob was watching him... from a rafter. Jacob sneered. He turned to look in the mirror and saw that the scars had shortened... they had sealed up more.

Troia walked down the road... Her head held low. She had dropped out of College, and had returned to this god forsaken City... For what? For who? Something called her here. A touch of destiny? She had intended on marrying her longtime sweetheart Jacob... but his death had thrown her into a depression. She began having horrifying nightmares. Seeing the face of her beloved mangled... and his sister sad, covered in dirt... a slave... she sprang a tear at the thought. She was almost home... she would paint more... She would make the visions stop...

"You know we'll be together... someday... but I have to go for now... please... stay strong..."

Jacob sighed heavily... he had to find her... at least one more time. The night was ending... Morning came quick... a reprieve. The creatures of the night hid during the day. Whiskey would be impossible to find during the day. But he knew someone who would be easy to find.

Next Chapter...

The Red Rose, Psycho Killer, A Man Gone to Far...

"The Crazed Maniac delighted in my Blood, licking it from his weapon...'I want more'.." - The Warrior...