The rain swept the streets as if the angels themselves were crying tears intended to wash the very concrete free of the blood Eric had been spilling. The darkness loomed and shadows lurked over the soaked streets and buildings. The rain didn't deter the people of the city, however. It was Halloween, the lost anniversary of the wedding that never happened. A whole year had passed since that fateful evening over a year ago. The night that they had died. He could still hear her screams, see her as they surrounded her, as they brutalized her. The good woman that Eric had fallen for, the teacher that had the kindest heart and the woman that had been about to marry him. Now she was gone. She was as dark as the streets and as gone as the minutes that ticked past. He couldn't shake her. Every time be closed his eyes he saw her face. Through the course of the evening Eric saw her, felt her, as if she was urging him to avenge her death. Their death. Their dark union.
Ever since Eric had crawled from the Earth to reclaim the innocence that was stolen from him, he only had blood on his hands and death on his mind. Somewhere a crow cawed, and children laughed as they rushed across the wet sidewalks with only treats and candy on their minds. There were super heros, pumpkins, cats, and other different types of outfits. Eric watched them from the shadows of a building, standing beneath an awning and away from the rain. He didn't mind the rain, but he'd been in it enough for the moment. He watched the children scamper about the streets, and he smiled. His own face was painted, white with black streaks down the eyes. His mask. The mask of revenge. The children made him wish he would've had some of his own, and he wondered what they would've looked like. Shelly would've been an amazing mother. She was great at everything she did, and how she had fallen so hard for Eric he still wasn't sure. She was a goddess, and now she was an angel.
He shifted, leather trenchcoat flapping slightly as a gentle breeze picked up, though Eric didn't seem to notice. He was fixated on the children. When they'd run out of his sight, Eric sighed and his face became blank once more. He was but a figment of the man he used to be, and this world held no place for him anymore. He still had killing to do before he could rest. He pitied anyone that would dare to stand in his way.
Suddenly, the rain stopped as if someone had simply turned off the switch, and it was that moment that Eric stepped out from beneath the awning and headed down the street. He had names on his list he needed to cross off before he could rest, and he was determined to see it through. The Crow took to the dark sky and flew, guiding Eric silently through the streets.
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