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 and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes the crow could bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.
My soul will never rest until I exact revenge on those bastards who hurt us.
There once was a man named Nicholas Dondavicci, He was born Into a simple family in Boston, He experienced the tragdey and comedy of a play that is, Massachusetts. He did fairly well in grade schools, Especially excelling at Writing in art. Finally he packed his bags in high school and went off to college in New York where he studied, And eventually found his calling as a poet, musician, artist, and writer. Every day he struggled and starved to survive among the harsh crowd that is the underground arts world. He was just barely paying bills and close to becoming homeless, Desperate times called for desperate measures, He found a loan shark working for the Italian Mob, And Made a deal, They'd give him several thousand dollars in exchange for them getting a cut of whatever he was making, And a deal it was as he began starting to turn profits when his poetry book got picked up by a local publisher, And now he had a job.
And then I saw her face.
Soon he met a painter named Tara Chanelle, A Fellow starving artist hoping to make it big just like him, When they met each other they knew they were perfect for each other, And fell in love. They moved in together and soon Tara became a somewhat well known artist as well, and they enjoyed a long relationship, Eventually Nicholas, With a blinding passion came to Tara and proposed on they're year long anniversary, A The two agreed to be married in Nicholas's hometown, As they shared several nights of passion, Tara became pregnant with a child, Excited the couple quickly flied to Boston to become an honest couple.
And Now I'm a Believer.
On the week of the wedding, The Mafia that Nicholas was paying money to notice he left town, They thought he was attempting to ditch they're deal, And they realized they had to take action. On the day of the wedding family and friends of the happy couple gathered around to rejoice in celebration of the two lovers finally culminating in they're undying passion. But all was not well, The aforementioned mob arrived outside the wedding gate with a crash, Rifles in hand, and explosives previously set up as they broke through the ceremony and massacred almost all of the people, (With the exception of two) Viscously torturing and raping Tara and taunting and sadistically tormenting Nicholas in front of the bloodied and near completely dead crowd, Then afterwards they hunted each and every person left in the church, They're loved ones and did the same.
(To Be Continued in: Ain't No Grave That Can Hold My Body down.)