First of all, yes, this is inspired by The Crow, or more precise, on the simple line "Sometimes... just sometimes...a crow can bring the soul back to set the wrong things right" from the movie. So it's not directly inspired by The Crow, only by the concept. Either way, here's the intro. Hope you like it. It might be a bit violent, but right now I want to write something different and more "me" than I've done lately. And again, while inspired by the Crow, it's mainly the "zombie on revenge" part that's the same. There's no crow, raven, falcon, dove or any other bird or animal anywhere to be seen.
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Sarah felt the bullet hit her in the neck, but it strangely didn't hurt as much as she expected it to. The next one hit her in the chest, and the third one in her left shoulder. Her knees started shaking, and she wondered how she could still say up. A fourth bullet hit her somewhere in the stomach area, or was it the fifth? Sixth? It was hard to say. Her eyes blurred, and the world started spinning. The asphalt was quite cold due to the rain, and hurt her head. Why didn't it hurt? She tried to see who had shot her, but all she could make out was a few shades that might have been one person, and might be several.
"Good bye, bitch," a voice said. Strong hands rolled her over on her back, and she saw a playing card of all things being laid on her forhead. Queen of Diamonds. Funny, like in the song. She certainly beat Sarah.
Something hit her in the head, and Sarah felt her body jump a bit. Her body went limp, and she felt the world fade away.
Cold. Sarah felt she froze and tried to pull a blanket over herself. Nothing. What was going on? This wasn't her bed, this was.. oh God. Oh, my God...
It was a very small room, made from wood, dark as it gets and the air smelled like it had been stuck in there for ages.
"You've gotta be kidding me..." Sarah said and felt she started to panic. Unless this was a sick joke... Had she been....
"Buried alive," she said to herself and tried to remember what had happened. The last thing she remembered was.. was... nothing much. There was something about being in court and barely avoiding the chair. Had she... did she... No, she couldn't believe it. Had
she been sent to the chair? No, no chair. Bullets. Someone had shot her. Somehow she had survived, yet someone had buried her. Did they think she was dead? She was alive! She tried screaming, but no one came. Naturally, this was six feet under solid earth at least. More, if the killer was sadistic enough. But why her? Why now? She had been on trail for something, that much she remembered. But why? And what had that to do with being shot and buried alive?
That could wait. First of all, she had to get out of here - fast. The air was running out, and according to her knowledge, she was six feet under solid earth.
(note: I'm working on how exactly she breaks out of her coffin, so let's skip ahead a bit)
Sarah's clothes were torn, yet she wasn't wounded. A small scar here and there after having been shot, but that's about it. It was to be expected, really.
"What's this?" She thought and looked at her left arm. A tattoo of a snake coiling around a sword was tattooed on her shoulder, yet she didn't remember it. That could wait. First things first. Clothes.
Sarah tried to remember where she lived, but came up empty. Beverly Hills was an idea, but not likely. LA? Maybe, but she didn't feel too drawn to that place.
"Sarah..," a voice said behind her, and she turned. A guy was standing with a gun in one hand and a sword in the other. He was about her height, her body size and wore a black dress with a black leather coat. This should could enjoy.
"Richard," she said with a smile and walked towards him.
"Sarah... you..." Richard said, and although heavily armed, Sarah could see he most of all wanted to run away if his feet had paid attenion to his brain.
"Richard," Sarah said again, and her smile turned to a grin. "Just the man I wanted to see."
"You... are dead! I saw your body!"
"So it seems," Sarah said. "And now, I'm attending yours."
She quickly dodged forward and grabbed the gun from his hand. One quick twist later, and she pointed he gun at his face.
"Give me a name," She said and slowly pulled the trigger. Richard finally got to his sense and raised his sword in a combat stance.
"You are dead," he said. "You should have stayed that way."
"Name," Sarah quickly lowered the gun towards his groing and pulled the trigger. "Who is the Queen of Diamonds?"
"AAahhhh..." Richard said and dropped to the ground holding his hands in front of the groin.
"Queen of Diamonds," Sarah said and shot Richard in a knee. "Tell me a name, and I will kill you quickly."
"I... don't..." Richard started, but the third bullet finally loosened his voice. "Warehouse at 12th street. That's all I know. Please... Sarah, don't..."
Sarah aimed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger, but the gun jammed. Richard managed a smile of relief, but Sarah picked up the sword instead.
"Coat. Now." Richard looked puzzled at her, but decided it was best to do what she asked. Once dressed, Sarah slashed the sword at Richard and caused a serious wound. Richard passed out from the pain, but Sarah simply stabbed him twice more to make sure he was dead.
"Now this I like," she said and studied the sword. She wiped it clean on Richard's clothes before she strapped the sheat onto herself and put the sword away on her back.
"If I could only remember who I am..."
