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Dead City; The Crow

Post by Draven on Mon Dec 16, 2013 1:16 am

The finishing touches had just been completed on the last track of Day’s End debut album. The song Endless was going to be their first single released. After having performed in bars and night clubs since their formed the band in high school, they were finally got their big break. They had recently signed with a major record label after having been discovered by it’s CEO; Damien Griffith, in a Las Vegas night club. To celebrate, Alexis and Zak made plans to escape for the weekend, taking a couple of days away from the band and the studio to relax. Zak had made plans for that Saturday. He took her to a romantic dinner at one of their favorite restaurants. He bought her flowers; though it was a single long stemmed black rose, he knew it was her favorite. Attached to the long green stem of the rose was the most beautiful black diamond engagement ring she had ever seen. Neither one of them expected that it would all come to a crushing end...

Las Vegas News

Alexis Crowe; lead singer and song writer, and Zak Lee; lead guitarist for Day’s End, were both found brutally murdered early this morning. Both Crowe and Lee were pronounced dead at the scene. There are no suspects or leads in the case. The police suspect that it had been a robbery turned fatal.”

Several pictures of Alexis and Zak flashed across the TV screen.





Fans will be holding a candle lit vigil at the sight of their shooting.”


One Year Later


Darkness. That was all she could see. An inky well of an endless abyss. She reached out as if to grasp something, but her hand came in contact with something solid that was merely inches above her face. Panic began to seep in, and she fought against the barrier that seemed to hold her down. Within moments, she heard wood splintering, cracking as she forced her way up from a shallow grave. She crawled her way to the surface, shaking violently. It felt as if her very veins were on fire. Was this how a junky felt waiting for their next fix? She made a move to stand but stumbled, catching herself on an intricately carved black marble gravestone.

Alexis Lyn Crowe
Real love is forever.


Was that her? Was she dead? Turning her deep emerald eyes to the left, she read the matching stone beside hers.

Zak Thomas Lee
True love never dies
.

She sank to her knees as a wordless scream passed her lips. She reached out and let her fingertips touch Zak’s gravestone. The memory that shot through her was all consuming.

He held out a single, long-stemmed black rose. Dangling carefully from it’s bright green stem was a black diamond engagement ring.  Alexis was left speechless, frozen with a half-filled glass of red wine to her lips.

I’ve waited too long already, Lex.” It was the nick name he had always called her, ever since they first met in music class in the seventh grade.

She set down her glass, still stunned into silence. She reached out with a shaky hand to take the rose, but Zak took the ring from it so she didn’t catch herself on a thorn. He took her left hand and slid the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly and in that moment she knew he had been planning this for a long time.


A rustle of movement broke her concentration from that memory. A crow as black as midnight had perched itself ontop of Zak’s gravestone.  That was when she heard muffled screams coming from the very earth beneath her.

Zak?!” Furiously, she dug at the earth, soil embedding itself beneath the engagement ring on the finger of her left hand. Before she knew it, the surface of his coffin was visible. Her fingers fumbled for the latches, managing to nearly rip the lid open in her haste to get to him. She watched as he gasped for air and immediately crawled from his own grave, shaking just as violently as she had.

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Re: Dead City; The Crow

Post by Delamere on Mon Dec 16, 2013 2:49 am

He awoke with a start, a desperate cry escaped his lips. The air was stifling hot and heavy with dust and the smell of decay. It was difficult for him to breathe. Panicked, Zak moved to sit up, immediately smacking his head against something soft but solid. He reached up, his long fingers pressing against the padded lid. It wouldn’t move. He pushed harder, a rising sense of dread numbing his legs.

“What the fuck?” he gasped, his movement was severely restricted and he couldn’t change positions. He was trapped in what appeared to be a coffin. Was this a twisted joke? His mind raced, backtracking through his most recent memories with extreme clarity.

Zak remembered the black rose, the engagement ring - flashes of Alexis’s expression when he had proposed. She had said yes, almost immediately, to his great relief. He remembered that they had decided to walk home, neither sober enough to have safely driven anywhere. It didn’t matter, though, they were only a few blocks from the studio and they had each other to keep warm. She was leaning against him, using him for support. She was laughing at his stupid jokes, squeezing his arm.

Zak took a steadying breath, closing his eyes against the frightening darkness. He was suddenly back on the street, Alexis walking alongside him. Her heels clicked noisily against the concrete. He looked down at her, she was so happy. A flurry of movement ahead caught his attention. Zak looked up, the shadows were moving, pulling away from the brick facade. He had instinctively stepped in front of her as the silhouette formed into a faceless man, a gun materialized in his hand. He never heard the first shot, but he had felt it. The massive blow to his chest had spun him around, and he had collapsed to the sidewalk, his cheek scraping against the unforgiving concrete. He heard Alexis scream quickly followed by the unmistakable crack of a gunshot. There was a soft thud as something fell next to him - a wet gurgling sound. Alexis? He couldn’t see, everything had gone black.

Oh God, someone must have found them, mistaking him for dead. Burying him. Zak’s eyes shot open. He let out a strangled scream and kicked wildly, “I’m still alive!” He cried, “Get me out of here!” As best he could, he pounded his fists against the lid, dust kicking up around him - choking him.

The coffin groaned loudly as the lid was thrown back. Zak desperately gulped in the fresh air as he scrambled upwards. His nails digging into the compact earth, pulling himself out of the shallow grave. He collapsed against the dried grass, wheezing.

“Thank you,” he gasped. After a few moments his eyes finally adjusted to the dim light, and he rolled over onto his back, “Thank you.” His breathing slowly returned to normal and he forced himself up into a seated position. “Lex?” He hadn’t expected to see her there, her face illuminated by the moon light.

He crawled to her and pulled her into a strong embrace. Her hair smell of fresh dirt, and her skin was cool to the touch, “You’re alive.” He buried his face in the crook of her neck, letting the tears freely fall. “You’re alive.”

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Re: Dead City; The Crow

Post by Draven on Mon Dec 16, 2013 5:32 pm

What the hell happened to us, Z?” Alexis held onto him so tightly, she almost felt as if she’d break his bones. Her jet-black hair was stringy, caked with dirt and clung in thick clumps down her back. Her eyes were a striking and vivid emerald green with flecks of a lighter green closer to the center. He still looked the same. Jet-black hair falling in various layers to his shoulders. Both his arms were nearly covered in tattoos. Thick black brows arched with an almost sinister appeal over his rich brown eyes. A well taken care of goatee framed his sinful mouth which had almost always had a cigarette between his lips. Both his nipples were pierced and it seems he had been buried with them, along with his other various jewelry he had a perpetual habit of wearing. Zak had been buried in his infamous tight leather pants that showed off his narrow hips and the fact that he never wore anything beneath them. The black long sleeved shirt he had been placed in had been sliced up the back so it had been easier to dress his dead weight.

She had been dressed in similar attire. Her black leather pants had slits down the side of each leg, fastened with criss-crossing leather ties. The boots she wore were laced up the back and came up to her knees, sporting a good three inch metal heel. Like Zak’s, her long sleeved black shirt was also cut up along the spine and she found herself growing increasingly frustrated with it as it kept slipping over her shoulders. Alexis wasn’t quite sure if they were alive, dead, dreaming, or some kind of zombies. From what her memories kept telling her, they both should be dead, not laying in each others arms sitting onto of their grave sites.


Caw.

The crow still sat on top of Zak's gravestone, it's beady eyes staring directly at them. It was un-nerving considering that most times, crows were more afraid of people and flew away from them rather than be within touching distance. Slowly, Alexis reached out her hand and the bird hopped up onto her arm and made it's way to perch securely on her shoulder.

Caw.

Another suddenly perched itself on top of Zak's shoulder and pecked lightly at his ear almost as if it were trying to tell him something.

Get up.

It seemed to say without even uttering a single word or noise.

Others are coming.

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Re: Dead City; The Crow

Post by Delamere on Thu Dec 19, 2013 5:03 pm

Zak struggled through the unkempt grass, Alexis leaning against him. His legs felt heavy, almost disconnected, and he was finding it difficult to move. His arms dangled awkwardly at his sides, completely numb at first, but as the two made their way toward the cemetery’s gates, Zak felt his strength returning quickly.

“I can’t believe they thought we were dead,” Zak mumbled, still in disbelief, “Didn’t anyone check before they buried us?” He was feeling stronger, and he quickly hooked an arm around her shoulders supporting her small frame. “It’s going to be all right, Lex.” He looked down, her lovely face upturned – their eyes briefly met.

The roar of a powerful engine interrupted the moment, and Zak froze in place; a pair of bright headlights were quickly approaching the closed wrought iron gate. He ducked behind the gnarled trunk of a nearby dead tree, dragging Alexis with him. His movements were swift and agile.

“Shh,” he held a finger to his lips, and nudged Lex behind him, blocking her with his body.

Someone exited the passenger’s side and approached the gates. Zak could only make out the dark outline of a man; the headlights prevented him from seeing any detail. The man reached up and rattled the gates, they groaned loudly on rusted hinges, but did not open. The man let out a frustrated growl, and stumbled back to the car, leaning in the opened window.

Zak shifted, pressing against the rough bark of the tree, desperate to remain hidden. He could feel Alexis behind him, her hand on the small of his back.

The man returned, unsteady on his feet, he was carrying something now. Zak squinted into the blinding light. Was it a baseball bat? No, there was something attached to the end.

“He has an ax,” Zak breathed, and nudged Alexis further back into the relative safety of the shadows.

The man raised the weapon over his head and brought it crashing down against the gate. The iron entryway shuddered violently, but remained closed. The man stumbled backwards, obviously drunk, but managed to regain his footing. He swung again. And again.

Zak winced, “Shit. We gotta get out of here, Lex.”

On the fourth swing, though, the iron lock gave way, and the gate fluttered open. Zak could hear the drunk man holler to his companion still inside of the car. “They’re coming in,” he slipped back behind the tree, keeping the gnarled trunk between them and the intruders. The car’s headlights flicked off and the powerful engine rumbled softly as the black car crept along the narrow winding path.

“Wait,” Zak straightened and moved away from the tree, “That’s my car!”

The vehicle stopped close to their graves, both occupants exited and stumbled toward the empty plots.

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Re: Dead City; The Crow

Post by Draven on Sun Dec 22, 2013 5:25 pm


The sleek, black 2013 Chevy Camaro gleamed beneath the light of the street lamps that were sporadically placed throughout the cemetery. It’s darkly tinted windows were rolled half way down and Alexis caught a brief glimpse of the man behind the wheel. His dark brown hair was slicked back from a handsome face, but there was something in the look of it that was pure evil. A darkness that gleamed in his dark brown eyes that could freeze even the most hardened criminal in place. The driver stumbled from the vehicle along with his buddy. If Alexis and Zak were supposed to be dead and buried, what were these two thugs doing here? Her emerald gaze flickered down to the Nevada license plate. D E A Z. Day’s End Alexis and Zak. The idiots didn’t even change the plates. Why hadn’t the cops noticed?

Silently, Alexis pushed herself away from the tree in which her and Zak hid behind. “Well, then, we’re just going to have to take it back now aren’t we?” She whispered in his ear softly before she stepped out from behind it. Alexis made sure she was crouched low enough that most of the tombstones covered her from view as she carefully made her way towards the car. She was surprised at how easily she ninjaed her way across the cemetery. It was almost as if rising from that grave had given her some kind of an edge, a near predatorial set of abilities that she never would have thought possible. The two crows that had been following them since they resurfaced, stood silently on a large gravestone marking the Delgatto family plot. Their beady black eyes reflected every movement the two thugs made.

Quietly, she reached the Camaro and silently opened the driver’s door. The door opened like a well oiled machine and made no sound as Alexis slipped inside and positioned herself behind the wheel. The custom leather seats enveloped her nearly like a second skin. She shifted enough in the seat to poke her head out the window as she gestured for Zak to follow suit. She knew that the moment those two men found the empty graves, there would be no more time for them to make their escape.

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