A/N: A fair warning: A mention of drugs, sexual references, and mention of rape, violence, drug references, and alcohol references. Viewers discretion is advised.

Andy watched from the alleyway. He felt like he was on the right track, but at the same time he was losing it. It was hard for him to breathe. Too much was on his mind. Silvia was alive somewhere, and Sarah was out on the streets somewhere. You should never leave your kid on the street. Andy thought as he saw Sarah just come up the stairs to the main street. She placed her skateboard down on the damp road, as he saw the oncoming taxi! His heart started to skip a beat. He quickly dashed out of the alleyway, but to only see another female going after her as well. She had long brown hair that was beautifully curled, and she was dressed in a thin winter coat. She grabbed Sarah, as he quickly tugged the female's hood back. She stumbled back a bit as Sarah was starting to yell and thrash. He quickly lifted the female by the waste and onto the sidewalk.

"Hey! Let me go, you creep!" Sarah yelled at Andy and the female, but she soon realised who this woman was. The female let go of Sarah as Andy suddenly had another flashback.

He saw Sarah and Silvia. Both laughing.

Andy quickly darted his gaze away from the two and leaned his body against the street lamp. He couldn't dare to look at the two. Every time he got a flashback, it was always so painful. It was almost as if a bolt of electricity surged and passed through his body.

"Hey! You didn't even slow down, you dickhead!" Sarah shouted at the taxi cab that was now long gone.

"He couldn't have stopped. . ." Andy managed to let out a few words, as the three stared down the street. The taxi finally left from their sight, hopefully, done for the night.

"He was a butt-face. I could have made it." Sarah defiantly commented back. Sarah was a young girl with blond hair. It was styled in an unnoticeable undercut. She didn't have much, besides her skateboard and the clothes on her back. Her red and white hoodie kept her slightly dry from the continuous rain that poured.

Sarah slowly knitted her brows when she saw Andy. She couldn't recognise him under the face paint, but she had a feeling he was familiar. . .

She slowly leaned her head to the side, trying to get a good look at him. He turned his face away even more. Sarah then took a few steps towards Andy, and leaned her body slightly to the right, trying to see his face.

"What are you supposed to be, a clown or something?" Sarah questioned, as she turned towards the woman. She was none other than Silvia. Silvia took care of Sarah when her Mother couldn't. It was truly sad how Sarah's Mother could never take care of Sarah. A Mother is supposed to be God in the eyes of children. He knew Silvia was there, but it hurt him too much for him to even look at. He couldn't tell her now, especially when he has such little time to kill those men.

"Sometimes. . ." Andy mumbled. Silvia took a slight glance at the man, but soon followed behind Sarah. He was suspiciously familiar. He reminded her of the love of her life. Her heart stung to just think of him again.

"It's more like surfing than skating. I wish the rain would stop, just once." Sarah continued across the road to grab her skateboard as Silvia soon followed behind. A small smile tugged at the corner of Andy's lips. He knew that even in the darkest of times, there was always something good to hold onto.

"It can't rain all the time."

Both Silvia and Sarah froze in place. They both knew that saying well. Both knew that it was from one of his songs.

"Andy?" Sarah's eyes went wide as she spun around, her hood nearly falling down in the process. The sudden disappointment and excitement suddenly washed over Sarah. He wasn't there. It was almost as if he was a ghost. Poof! He was gone in less than a second. Something a magician takes years to master.

But on the other hand. . .

Silvia couldn't help but pull her jacket closer to her as the red scarf hid her blush. She remembered when he would tell her that when she was sad. Still, it was painful to her. She could never let go of the horrifying memories of him getting shot, stabbed, and thrown out of a six story building. Her heart bled to see him once more. She yearned for his gentle touch, the taste of his lips, the warm embrace of a hug, to feel protected, to never feel alone.

She didn't even realise that she was starting to cry. Luckily the rain obscured her tears from sight.

"You miss him, don't you?" Sarah questioned, looking up to Silvia. The woman with brown hair couldn't help but bite her lip and nod. She tried to hold back the tears and sniffles. Today was the day it was hitting her the most. Devil's night, the most horrifying day of the year, it was really hitting her. Not only did she want to kill those men that killed her fiance, but at the same time she wanted to make them suffer. Even in death, she felt the pain. It pulled at her soul, threatening to rip it straight from her body.

Suddenly, her crow landed on her shoulder. It was no ordinary crow, it was albino. The very crow that brought her back from the dead.

"I miss him too, Silvia." Sarah soon enveloped her arms around Silvia. A sudden squawk from the crow made Sarah stumble back a bit. It startled the young girl to an extent.

"Damn, that crow scares me." Sarah shrieked in surprise. Silvia couldn't help but chuckle, as she brought two fingers to pet her crow.

"She's a mystery, that's for sure." This crow had guided her the way ever since she was resurrected. Every so often it would take off, but it would always return to her.

"Would you like to join me?" Silvia suggested. Hoping Sarah would say yes, and to get out of this hideous weather.

"No," Sarah then looked up at Silvia. "I think I'll stay out here for a bit longer."

With a small nod from Silvia, she couldn't help but worry about Sarah. Especially on Devil's night.

"Just be careful, okay." Sarah nodded to her response and turned her back. She continued to skate with her board down the street. Once again, Silvia felt alone. The feeling she knew all too well. She just continued down the street, forgetting that she once felt that feeling in her chest. She was now numb.

The motel, just above the local bar. . .

Andy stood crouched down on the fire escape staring out into the city, as his crow flew silently onto a motel window. He kept his eyes closed as he saw through the crows eyes, Funboy and Darla (Sarah's Mother), sitting on a bed and flirting. Funboy was only in his stripy pants as Darla was dressed in a lacy, but slightly revealing, black nightgown. It was no longer than to the top of her knees. Funboy slowly flicked the needle he had in his hand, then grabbed Darla's right arm and injected morphine into her arm. Yes, this was Sarah's Mother. A woman who leaves her daughter to wander the streets, while she gets high all the way to cloud nine, and fucks people for money. Oh, but what she didn't know is that this client is going to check out early tonight.

"Tomorrow night we can get high. . . And watch this whole fucking city burn from that window." Funboy commented as the blond woman chuckled. He started to pepper her neck with kisses as she moaned softly. Her head was starting to spin. The crow suddenly flew inside the motel room and landed on a box TV. Darla slowly opened her eyes to see the crow on the TV. She really didn't want to mention it to Funboy, the man with short blond hair--that was a drug dealer and addict.

"There's a big fuckin' bird over there." Darla mentions, as Funboy stops his pleasurable torture to her neck, and turns his gaze towards the crow on the TV.

"It's a squab." he snickers. Both started laughing from his joke, clearly high off morphine.

"Come here, bird. Hey, birdie. Hey, birdie." Funboy continued to call out. Andy continued to watch in black and white vision, that shifted from side to side. You asked for it. Andy thought. Within seconds Andy was crouched on the windowsill. He slowly crept through the open window and into the motel room, holding his black electric guitar. The strap secured his guitar from falling, as it hung around his neck.

"Here, Funboy." Andy called from the shadows. He halted in the middle of the room, just below a hanging lightbulb.

"What the fuck?" Funboy was suddenly freaked out by Andy's presence. Andy flew his head back as he started rubbing his head on the lightbulb in a circular motion. Slight bits of his black hair were floating in the air after that.

When his head stopped, he sprinted forward holding his electric guitar, then halted in front of the bed. When he stopped, he strummed with his fingers up, making a loud sound come from the electric guitar.

"Man, don't do that! You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!" Funboy snapped, as Darla whispered something in his ear. Andy slowly turned his back and saw a nearby hook on the wall. The golden hook's paint was slightly tearing off as he hung up his guitar.

By the time he turned back around, Funboy pulled out a silver revolver.

"It's time for you to take your bird and leave, freako." he taunted.

With a small smile, Andy dragged over a nearby chair to the end of the bed. The pegs of the chair screamed as it scraped across the floor. He slowly halted then sat on it backwards. There was a sudden, click, click, sound that came from the gun.

Andy knew this man was a snake. He was going to make sure he payed for raping and killing his girl. Oh how he was going to enjoy killing him. Andy then placed his fingers of his left hand together and pressed the middle of his palm up against the cold barrel.

"Take your shot, Funboy. You got me dead bang." Andy's lips turned into a dangerous grin, as Funboy knitted his eyebrows.

"You are seriously fucked up. Did you look in the mirror? You need professional help." Funboy mumbled the last thing he said, as he pulled the trigger. Andy jumped, and stumbled back with an agonising yelp.

"Bingo! He shoots! He scores!" Funboy suddenly stood up on the bed and started doing a happy dance. He sounded like a kid on Christmas. Andy held his hand in pain, as he made fake yelps. He saw how his hand had a hole in it, and how it smoked.

Andy suddenly turned his gaze back to Funboy, and a wicked laugh escaped his lips. Andy set his gaze through the hole in his hand and Funboy's face suddenly turned grim, as he saw Andy turn his hand. It was healing in front of his eyes.

"Jesus Christ!" Funboy suddenly widened his eyes, as Darla started to shift her sitting position. Andy suddenly felt a joke cracking up.

"Jesus Christ? Stop me if you heard this one." Andy started to recite his joke, as he inched closer and closer to Funboy.

"Jesus Christ walks into a hotel.-" *BAM!* Funboy pulled the trigger as a bullet went right into Andy's shoulder. He could feel the hot bullet getting dragged out of his shoulder as his skin started to sew back together.

"He hands the innkeeper three nails, and he asks-" *BAM!* Funboy pulls the trigger again. The bullet rammed right into Andy's gut. Darla suddenly got up in fright - this was going way too far. Andy slumped over in pain, now this was crossing the line. He suddenly gritted his teeth in anger, and looked up at Funboy.

"-can you put me up for the night?" Before Funboy could fire another bullet at Andy, he smacked the gun downwards as it fired a bullet into Funboy's thigh. He shouted in agonising pain, as the blood started to pool out of his leg. Funboy's hands clamped on his leg, as he started rolling around in pain. Andy pounced on the bed and grabbed the gun.

"Does that hurt?" Andy questioned, with a hint of sarcasm. Darla felt fear envelope her as she ran to the washroom and slammed the door. She wasn't going to take anymore of this demonic act. Many thoughts were going through her head, but yet again, she was starting to blame it on the morphine.

"Fuck, yes, it fuckin' hurts!" Funboy couldn't help but look down at his leg. The blood drizzled off of the fabric of his pants and into the white sheets of the bed. Andy really didn't mind torturing or killing these men. He was starting to grow accustomed to it.

"Oh, God. Look what you've done to my sheets." Fun boy wheezed as he fainted from the blood loss. Andy couldn't help but roll his eyes. The sheets were the least of the problem.

Andy's ears perked up when he heard loud sobbing coming from the washroom. Not only does he still have to take care of the sack-of-shit - that is on the bed, but he still needs to talk to Darla. He grabbed Funboy by the ankles and started dragging him out of the bed. His boots creaked against the old floor boards as he approached the washroom door. Talk about a bad place to stay for the night. The paint was already tearing off the door.

He knew not to use the handle. She probably locked it, he thought.

Andy wasted no time kicking down the door with his boot. As he entered the bathroom, he saw Darla on the floor sobbing. She was next to the toilet and the wall. Andy could see the fear in her eyes, a feeling he knew way too well.

His gaze looked elsewhere, as he dragged Funboy into the bathroom and chucked him into the tub. At this point, Darla was horrified at what would come next.

Andy's head darted to the side as he felt that electrifying feeling surge through his body. He could see what Funboy did to Silvia. His hands gripped on the tub, nearly threatening to crack it in his grip. Darla took this as an opportunity to grab the barber razor off of the sink. Her breath shuttered as she continued to weep.

Andy turned the cold dial to the shower. He knew this would for sure wake Funboy up. After everything that has happened, he deserved everything that was coming to him. Andy was bringing death to him, and he is going to wish he never crossed him.

His gaze turned to Darla, as he slowly approached her. Her body started to shake in uncontrollable fear. She started swinging the blade in every direction that was possible. Andy continued to watch where the blade was swinging, then he took his chance. He grabbed the blade out of her hand and tossed it on the bathroom tiled floor.

He wasted no time picking her up off of the floor. His hands clamped down hard on her arms as he dragged her to her feet. With uncontrollable screams, Darla continued to thrash and fight out of his grip. Andy swore that she nailed him good in the jaw. Even though she continued to fight, he still wouldn't let her out of his grip. He dragged her in front of the bathroom mirror, and placed his hand on her forehead, forcing her to look up at the mirror.

"Look." Andy said, as she started looking in the mirror.

""Mother" is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children. Do you understand? Morphine is bad for you." Andy told her, as this was truly coming from the heart. He and Silvia always took care of Sarah. She was the child that they never had. To see a child grow up on the streets with no Mother, nor Father - while Sarah's Mother continued to do drugs. This really got to Andy.

Suddenly, the needle hole in her arm started leaking out the morphine. It was almost as if he was giving her a chance. A chance to change.

Andy gently let go of her as she looked down at her arm. It was truly magical. Darla looked up at Andy with cheeks that were stained with hot tears. He placed his pale hands on the sides of her face and looked deep into her eyes. Darla was suddenly frozen in place.

"Your daughter is out there on the streets waiting for you." He slowly withdrew his hands back. She continued to stare at him, walking ever so slowly out of the washroom. Darla continued to weep quietly as she sprinted to gather up the rest of her remaining clothing. She took off out the door faster than the road runner himself.

Andy walked out of the bathroom to see a needle and a bottle of morphine on a nearby table. Lightbulb. He just got a 'great' idea.

Meanwhile. . . Downstairs. . .

Gideon sat down at the counter of the bar, drinking his anger away. Drink after drink, he slammed his glass down on the splintered bar counter. Not many people were here tonight. Mainly the staff and two to three customers. This bar was more run down than the fancy kinds. Gideon was already annoyed at the sappy music playing in the background, it was enough to make you depressed even further than on alcohol.

The bartender placed ice in his glass as he poured him another drink. Gideon took it and gulped it back. This must have been his 4th drink?

"If I wanted ice, I would have asked for ice! Now fill it up!" Gideon chucked the ice out of the glass. Patter. Patter. The ice fell on the floor as Gideon slammed his glass against the bar counter. The bartender was quite fed up with his attitude tonight. He was dressed head to toe in black, black shirt, black trench coat, black jeans, and black shoes. The bartender was an older man in his 50's, small wrinkles could be seen in his high cheekbones. This man's hair was a black while his hair was styled into a slicked back.

The bartender picked up the expensive liquor bottle and placed it on the counter.

"Fill it up yourself, macho man." The bartender growled, then walked away to serve another customer.

A dark skinned man picked up the bottle of whisky and unscrewed the cap. He was one of Top Dollar's men. He was dressed in a professional black suit that complemented his looks. He was a lot taller than anyone in that black, standing at least 6 ft tall.

This man went by the name of; Grange. He suddenly poured Gideon a drink, for the purposes of gaining information.

"You burn yourself playing with matches?" Grange asked Gideon, as a woman walked through the doors of the bar. Silvia was just informed that Top Dollar wanted to see Gideon. Her heels clicked through the bar as she approached both men.

"Fuck off." Gideon mumbled.

"The boss wanted me to inform you that you have an appointment." Silvia stood tall and proud, as she informed Gideon.

"Well, shit on me." Gideon cursed, as Grange pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

"Drink up." Silvia leaned against the bar.

"This is the first. Do I bow or do I curtsy?" Gideon mocked. Silvia's lips turned into a slight smirk when she heard that. Not only was her boss an asshole, he was also a bit of an ass-kisser.

"Get my friends here a glass of blood." Gideon called out to the bartender - who was at the other end of the bar, serving another black man.

A loud crash suddenly filled Silvia's ears, as a tray and some shot glasses fell on the floor. She spun around and saw Darla had crashed into one of the staff who was serving drinks.

"Good night, Darla." The bartender called out in a laughing tone. That wasn't very professional for the bartender to do. But on the other hand, he was a bit of a dick.

Both Grange and Silvia looked at each other, knowing that something was up. Grange discarded his cigarette in Gideon's hat and placed it on Gideon's head. His hand pressed down hard as Gideon made a face of pain. His eyes were widened as his upper lip was slightly raised, while his mouth hung open.

"You stay put, right there." And with that, they went to investigate.

Both Grange, and Silvia pulled out their guns and made their way to the stairs. Silvia was disgusted how dirty the stairs were. There was enough dust, dirt, condoms, beer bottles, that could make anyone throw up. There were no bright lights besides a red one that lit their way up the stairs. Silvia slowly trailed behind Grange as he crept up the stairs.

Grange was her partner in crime. He was the only decent guy out of the group of men - that worked with Top Dollar. Ever since she was forced to join Top Dollar's group, Grange was the only one there for her. He offered her protection and prosperity - making sure she was a good asset to Top Dollar's gang.

Meanwhile. . . A couple minutes before.

Andy scowled, as he saw Funboy was starting to wake up. He didn't bother to give him a warning. Andy clamped his hands around Funboy's wrists and yanked him out of the tub. He didn't care if Funboy hit his head on the tiled floors.

Ever so slowly, Andy dragged him back into the bedroom, and laid him on the floor. Next, he saw multiple needles on the nearby table, with a bottle of morphine. He took the chance and grabbed all of the needles and the bottle. A small, but noticeable smirk curved at the corners of Andy's lips as he got an idea. A lesson should always be learned. Andy couldn't help but chuckle to himself, as he slowly crept towards Funboy.

He crouched down, and placed his knee on Funboy's gut. With a full syringe of morphine in hand - Andy noticed that Funboy was almost fully awake, but not functional.

"Get away, steam-head." Funboy leaned his bare torso up, and extended both of his arms towards Andy. He was clearly still stoned on morphine, as he tried strangling Andy.

Andy simply placed his forearm on Funboy's collar bone, pushing him back down, and holding him in place. In his right hand, was the needle. Without a thought, Andy plunged the needle into Funboy's heart. A yelp was suddenly heard, as Andy placed his hand over his mouth, muffling the shout. He left the needle sticking up at a ninety-degree-angle, and he continued the same process with the other needles. This was enough to make Funboy overdose five times more than a dead human being. Andy's eyes suddenly caught something that was under the bed.

A pocket knife.

He took it and with a click sound, the blade went flying out. Andy then ran the blade across Funboy's wrist, and drew blood. He placed his gloved, index finger into the blood and then started drawing a crow symbol on Funboy's chest. Happy with his work, Andy decided to get up.

He left five needles in his heart, as he started to hear the floorboards shift - from outside the door. Andy went over to the windowsill and perched himself on it. His head slightly tilted to the side as one of his legs were on the windowsill, and the other on the fire escape.

Both Grange and Silvia were now at the door. Grange's slender fingers curled around the door, and he gave a slight push to the door. Once the door was open, both of them saw Funboy on the floor with multiple needles in his heart. Funboy's chest slowly heaved up and down, but soon stopped. Silvia soon looked over towards the windowsill, and saw him. Her mouth was slightly agape, as this was the same man they've been after all night.

Andy placed his index finger on his lips and gave a soft shushing sound. Within a second he vanished faster than she could say anything. Grange noticed Andy by the window and ran over to it. He placed both of his hands on the windowsill and stuck his head out of the window. Grange was astounded and creeped out that he was nowhere to be found, not even in the alleyway.

Silvia inched closer to Funboy's body, and saw a bloody, crow symbol on his chest. She still couldn't shake the familiar feeling in her chest. It was almost as if she knew this man. He was so similar to Andy, that it was hard to peel her eyes away. But he vanished so quickly - that it was memorable. It stuck in her head like glue. But it was impossible, merely impossible for him to be back from the dead.

But yet again. . . it was possible. After all, she rose from the dead as well. Silvia had the slightest feeling that it was the crow who brought her back from the dead.

She quickly shook her head of the thoughts of the dead, and made her decision. She was going to pursue this man of mystery.

Thank you all ever so much for reading this far! I do hope you've enjoyed this as much as I did writing this. I apologise if it's been a while since I've updated this, but- THIS IS THE LONGEST CHAPTER I HAVE WROTE SO FAR IN THIS BOOK!!! This chapter is a little bit over 4.4k words! And I felt like this needed to be a long chapter to cover a lot of the story line! I will be entering this year's AMBY Awards, and I do hope this book gets a place. I've seriously poured my heart and soul into this book so far, and my chest does get really tingly when reading this whole book over lol Anyways, thank you ever so much for reading! More updates are on the way!

-Breanne