Please stick with me here. Everything in the story is explained in time, including Malice's powers and junk.

I'm too weird to live, but much too rare to die

Chapter One: Unholy Confessions

I couldn't believe he was dead. An innocent bystander... jsut another casualty of a turf war...

When was this war going to end? 27 people were 6 ft. under due to this war. Malice had to stop this war. Either Black Night had to wipe out The Razors, or they needed a treaty. I didn't care. Malice lead Black Night, and I knew they had the capability to wipe out The Razors, just an ordinary gang. But something was wrong.

I heard footsteps approach, and I made myself scarce. Looking out from under a darkness spell, I saw Malice approaching Michael's grave. He held something in his hand. It was... a dagger.

"Hey man, I know you can hear me... I'm sorry you were there. You shouldn't have been killed. ...I should've realized what they were doing. And nothing can bring you back. You're gone, but I will have the heads of those who did this." He was paying respects in his own way. "I'm sorry..." He threw the dagger in the ground and turned to leave.

"Malice." I called out before I could stop myself. His head spun around, searching for me. He raised his hand and let a burst of energy go. It spread out, illuminating all the living things, me included, before I could move.

"Raven." Malice said curtly after seeing where I was. "You saw me then I take it."

"Yeah. I didn't think you had any regret, or would care what happened to any who was in the wrong place at the wrong time." A tear slid down my cheek slowly.

"Your boyfriend he was, yes, but we were close friends too. He wasn't just your boyfriend, he was my best friend." He replied.

"Then why'd you let him die? Why couldn't you save him?" More tears, and my vision blurred.

"Because we're not up against some gang. And this is no turf war."

"Then what are we up against?" I asked, with tears flowing freely.

"I don't know. But they overwhelmed me. He tried to help, and they charred him..." He replied, a tear sliding down his cheek too.

"And now..."

"I know! I know..." Malice came over to me and hugged me, us both crying without shame. "And now he's dead, and there's nothing I can do. It tears me up that I can't do anything. He was my friend... my goddamn friend..."

"But he was more to me." I began, crying on his shoulder as much as he was crying on mine. "He was my reason to get up. To live... now what reason do I have?"

Malice wiped his tears away with my cape. he had always been like that. He faced me, his red eyes burning with hatred. "Know that he wanted you to live you life. As he was dying, he told me to tell you to go on without him. That he knew you had the strength to do it, but you needed a push. He has faith in you Raven, you must have faith in yourself. You have to move on, don't be consumed by grief."

"I will then." A feeling of fullness replaced the feeling of emptyness. For now.

"Things are bound to change Raven. For the worst." He turned to leave and disappeared into the shadow. "Dark will turn to light in time." I heard him echo.