Crow Revealed Part Two
Tinnese fell out of his seat and began convulsing on the floor. Nosos and the Old Man jumped up to see what they could do for him. “Stand back, let it work through his system,” Narrator said.
“What did you do to him?” Demanded Nosos.
“I didn’t do anything to him that was not already foretold,” Narrator replied, looking at Tinnese with disgust as the convulsing slowed and came to a stop. “Help him to his chair,” he said to them.
Nosos and the Old Man grabbed hold of Tinnese’s upper arm and moved him to his seat. He sat there, slumping in his chair. “Now, take your seats,” Narrator said.
“Then what,” the Old Man asked.
“We wait.”
“For what?” Nosos asked.
“For the real Crow to reveal himself, which should be any minute now,” Narrator replied.
Tinnese began to stir; or at least what appeared to be Tinnese. It used his voice when responding to the Narrator’s question as if he was responsive. “If you don’t stop snapping your fingers under my nose, I’ll bite them off.” But there was something definitively off about him. His voice was hollow; empty of personality.
“Is your name the Crow?” Narrator asked.
“Yes, I am the Crow; and all shall grovel before me,” said the voice from within Tinnese’s body.
“We’ll bow before no man,” Nosos fired back. “Isn’t that right Old Man?”
The Old Man, however, was shaking like a leaf. “That’s no man,” he stammered.
Crow laughed, “How correct you are, Old Man. You know me from all those years ago. Don’t think for a moment that I’ve forgotten how you defied me. I have a special punishment set aside for you. If I’m not mistaken, you’ve recently fallen for a very unique woman. Granny Jill, if I’m not mistaken.”
“You leave her out of this,” the Old Man weakly replied; his face ashen white. “She has nothing to do with this.”
“Yes, I believe that I’ll start with her. Then I’ll move onto to that whore of a daughter of yours. She may be the undead, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t bend her to my will.”
“You can’t touch her,” Nosos said. “She’s protected by the One Who Saves.”
“Which brings us full circle,” said the Crow. “As I had previously stated, I challenge the One Who Saves to show his face.”
“And as I’ve already stated,” Narrator fired back, “What makes you think that the One Who Saves will obey your commands? Do you think him a submissive dog?”
“Yes I do. However, I know him to be stubborn; unwilling to change with the times.” Crow said calmly, folding his pale, white hands on his lap. “Which is why I’ll give him an ultimatum, either he shows himself and answers for the crimes he has committed, or I’ll start killing the rest of you- starting with the Old Man.” Having said this, Crow pulled a glistening dagger from inside the cuff of his shirt and threw it at the Old Man, who ducked, as the dagger flew past his head, turned around and struck him from behind.
Falling to the floor, the Old Man began to flicker. After a few moments of this, he picked himself up, and sat back down in his chai
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