The Crow

People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead, but sometimes something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it & the soul can't rest, then sometimes, just sometimes the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right. This case, however was even more rare then any before.

In Brandon's particular case he was burned beyond recognition. His soul would not be able to inhabit his old body, yet his soul craved vengeance against his death & the death of his loved one. The crow rapidly searched the grave yard cawing in search of another soul seeking retribution & it found it. A body that could exact Brandon's revenge for himself & that of it's original occupant. As the crow stood over the grave of the recent victim, clashing of thunder & lightning shook the holy ground. The soft earth began to slowly erupt. A hand broke out to the surface, follwed by the screams & cries of someone in pain. The memories of a man burning flashed & the screams of a woman's protest, went unheard. The memories flashed simultaneously, makimg it made it hard to focus. As the mud was wiped off the face, sight was now possible. The name's of Brandon & Anna were flowing through the mind. Something didn't feel right to Brandon, however. He looked over his body & it felt wrong, but the memories were stronger. He focused on them & knew what needed to be done. Quickly in his new body, Brandon or Brianna as he dubbed her new self ran in serch of clothes. She ran back to the closes clothing store, which was a costume shop & knew it be dangerous if she were recognized. Briana smeared white make-up paint & matte black eyeliner across her soft round face that hid the masculine face he once saw in the mirrors. As she admired her nrw look in the reflection, a pawn shop caught her attention & with no time to waste she shattered the window & took what was needed. The rain began to let up. "It can't rain all the time." She said to herself. With a blade in her delicate hand. It wasn't lomg before she found the victim of Anna. He heard him bitching about hiw his hand getting bit by most likely his latest victim. Brianna pounced on to her first killer & with no mercy & a twisted smile, stabs him in the heart. "Victims. Aren't we all?" Brianna's soul could now rest. It was time for Brandon to get his. She went off into the night, laughing for when they would all know the truth.