Rebirth
James Alexander Mulhuland sat on the side of his bed and watched the snow fall through the window. It used to amaze him how pure the snow seemed. A year ago the former detective responded to a call he would never forget. His ex-wife and 17 year old daughter were murdered at the local cemetary, the snow turned red from their blood. No the snow wasn't pure anymore, now it was just a reminder. The empty wiskey bottle in his hand fell to the floor as tears started to streak down his face. He cuped his face in his hands and wept.
Later while sitting at the table in his apartment he thought about how his wife left him because she couldn't stand him doing his job. She didn't want to get a phone call saying that her husband had died, that they were sorry, but "shit happens" So she left to save herself and rebecca their daughter. She couldn't face that nightmare. The irony of it all was that it was they who died not him. Mulhulland would give anything to just spend one more moment with them. But in the end said miracles are impossible.
Just then a tapping noise aroused him from his thoughts. He listend for a moment and heard it again. A small tap on the glass of the window behind him. He turned to find a big black crow outside his window tapping on the glass. It started showing up a couple a days ago. At first he tryed to shoo it away but, the bird kept coming back. Plus he found that he didn't mind the birds company. He couldn't place it but something about the bird reminded him of his daughter. besides the bird never stayed long anyway it usually flew away just as he got to the window. But today was different. James opend the window and the bird took two steps inside and looked around the room cawing.
Jim pulled a peice of bread from the counter and broke it in peices to feed to the crow. The big black bird ate a few peices cawed once then turned and flew back out the window toward the cemetary. Thats right jim thought. They died a year ago today. How could I forget. He closed the window, and pulled another bottle of wiskey from the cabinet.
Meanwhile the crow flew toward the cemetary and perched on a flower cup on a niche. It cawed once then started tapping on the name plate of Rebecca alexandria Mulhuland. The bird flew away to a near by branch as the niche's plate broke away into tiny peices and a hand emerged from the dark vault. The crow watched as the hand was soon joined by an arm then another hand. The crow watched as Rebecca's body crawled naked out of the niche into the cold snow. She let out a scream as pain and cold filled her body.
The crow flew over infront of Rebecca and cawed. Rebecca looked up at the bird, confused. But something, she felt it more then anything else, but the bird wanted her to follow. The bird flew off to a branch and turned to look at her again. It cawed and once more she felt that it wanted her to follow her. Maybe the crow would lead her some place warm. Doubtful she thought. But she knew somewhere deep down the she was suppose to follow the crow. So she rose wrapping her arms around her for warmth and to cover herself. She walked to the branch on unsteady legs then the crow took off into the night, Rebecca following close behind.
She couldn't explain it. She wasn't entirly sure she knew where she was or what happened. But she felt strong, fast. She felt invincible. The crow had perched on a street lamp and waited for her. It cawed as he approached, and just like before she felt the crow was telling her to go inside the building. The window was busted out so it wouldn't have been to warm but she could see a door in the back of the shop. she guessed that might take her to the upper levels of the building perhaps she would find help there. hopefully some clothes anyway. She walked into the old music store, the crow flew in behind her. Rebecca looked around the room as the crow started pecking at the door. So she was meant to go through that door. She quickly headed to the back to open the door. When she grabbed the doorknob, something happend. Images, voices flashed through her mind. Pain surged through her body. She saw herself running in to the store telling the woman behind the counter that they had to leave, when the window shattered and the door kicked in. Both of them screamed. Rebecca fell backward the pain was rushing up to her head. She watched as her freinds broke in and started beating her, and her mother. Then the vision stopped with her freinds dragging them to their car.
The pain faded along with the vision. She remembered everything. She was out with her freinds, when a bum stumbled across them. He begged their pardon and went to continue on his way when one of her freinds pulled out a gun and shot him. Just shot him. For no good reason, other then it seemed like a good idea. The others laughed and praised his aim. Rebecca just felt cold. She wanted to tell the police. She wanted to tell her dad. Thats why they killed her. And her mother. She had to watch as her freinds raped her mother and disembowled her. Now Rebecca understood. The crow cawed once and Rebecca stood and opened the door.
The stairway was dark and cold. The wooden steps creaked as she walked up toward her and her mothers apartment. The apartmant was trashed, her freinds probly came back after the murder to see what they could steal. Her mother's piano stood in the middle of the room by the wall dividing the kitchen/dining area and the living room. The piano looked to be the only thing they hadn't touched. Thats figures. The piano stool is were her mother would hide all her money. Her mother never trusted banks. Her hands glided across the ivory keys as more vision and pain surged through her mind. This time it was her and her mother playing the piano. Her mother had been teaching her Andante Craxioso Sanata k,333 by Mozart. Her mother, Carol, loved Mozart. Rebecca on the other hand prefured Beethoven, but to each is own.
The crow cawed again as the vision faded and Rebecca walked to the room the crow stood infront of. Her bedroom. It hadn't been touched. so there were at least clothes. She walked to the dresser and put on some underwear then she pulled on some thigh high white stockings, and a pair of knee high black leather boots. She dressed in a miniskirt and white t-shirt with a black tank top over it. She put a belt on more for show then anything else, followed by a pair of long black fingerless gloves. As she was getting dressed she knocked over a picture sitting on her dresser. The picture was of last halloween. Her mother dressed as a mummy and herself as a clown. She looked at the photo for a minute then smiled. She put the picture frame back and pulled a box from the top self in her closet. As she touched it more visions surged through her mind and pain filled body once more. This time she saw her and her mother getting ready for the party. She saw her mother painting her face. But as the visions faded she again made to grab the small box. In it contained the makeup from her clown costume. She took the white face paint and her black lipstick and went to the bathroom. There in the mirror she painted her face. She knew what she had to do. She knew that the last thing they would see when they died was her face, and a big black bird. She emergered from the the music store the crow flew down and perched on her shoulder. She looked up at it and watched it fly off into the night. She waited for only a moment, then ran after the bird, and like a predator in the night, began to stalk her prey.
thanks for reading for anyone who'd like to see what she marked her face as heres a quick paintshop photoleft eye, mouth
hope you enjoyed please comment and ill see yall in the next chapter.
