A Murder of Crows

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A psychopathic little sister. A young couple in love. And a crow that watches as lives become demolished in this thrilling murder story.

Submitted: April 07, 2014

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Perched silently on a familiar tree branch, the crow searched around the wooded area for food. Being in its familiar surroundings, the majestic animal knew soon enough that some wild fowl will go off to scavenge for her own food - leaving the eggs behind. It blinked once before staring off into the deep forest, listening for any possible woodland creatures that would satisfy the need. The wait continued for a few hours, but the crow sat patiently for the eggs it had been craving; of course, it never occured to it that the wait might not last long.

"Heather, please come back. Heather!" "FUCK OFF, YOU ASSHOLE!" 

A skinny teenage girl stomped past the crow, her frustrated groans startling much of the wildlife the crow seemed to misplace - that plump shrew would have been a great catch. Her golden hair matched that of barley, and like the grain she seemed bland underneath all of those tears: a beautiful girl with an ironic sense of monotony. The crow momentarily analyzed her behavior and had decided, for some unknown reason, to follow her. The bird took off for flight, soaring almost as majestically as a bald eagle, and finally perched itself on the branch of a nearby oak tree. It was conveniently in plain view of the drama below, even though it was the furthest thing from the crow's mind. It cawed as a familiar figure made his way through the forest and towards the teenaged girl, who sat on an old tree stump. She huffed angrily as he walked closer towards her. The crow cawed, getting annoyed at the lack of prey. 

"Baby, I can explain."

"Explain what you were doing with that slut Stacy Lattimore? I HAVE EYES, BENSON."

"I just think that we are going different directions in this relationship. I'm sorry about what I did to you, but - "

"BUT NOTHING! I AM SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR BULLSHIT, BENSON!"

Flustered by the continuous yelling, the crow ruffled up its feathers and questioned whether it should migrate to a different part of the woods. The bird heard rustling in some wild berry bushes nearby and automatically craned its neck towards it, awaiting a tasty rodent. However, nothing came out; whatever had been there must have scampered away. It cawed loudly in dissapointment, visibly frightening the teenaged couple. The boy continued to plead with the girl, trying so very hard to lead her out of this creepy part of the forest. "I said NO, you fucking asshole," the girl sobbed. "I can't believe I let you destroy my life like this." For the most part, the adolescent male looked troubled, but nevertheless so did the evil being lurking behind him. Its eyes pierced through the brush, making the crow's heartbeat elevate at the sheer thought of the creature's readiness to pounce. And kill. "What the hell are you talking about," he asked. "What do you mean by that?"

"I'M PREGNANT, BENSON!"

"The fuck are you talking about?! It was only one time! Maybe you're just overreacting or - "

"MISSING MY PERIOD, TAKING A PEE TEST, GOING TO THE DOCTOR'S: IT'S NOT A FUCKING OVERREACTION!"

For a few minutes all was silent. Everyone was overcome with emotion, and nothing make a sound - not even the crow. "That's what I was going to tell you," the girl mumbled, tears flowing down her face. "Going to break the news to you gently. When I saw you with her." The teenaged boy sighed, lost without a thought. "I can't believe it," he breathed. "I'm going to go take a walk." He left her sitting there on the stump, the crunches of his feet hitting leaves resonating throughout the forest. A group of squirrels frantically ran past the stump; the girl simply refused to care as she muddled in her troubles.

Time had passed slowly in the woods, enough time for the crow to give up on its desire for eggs and feast on a nearby caterpillar. Even though it wouldn't sustain the bird for long, it would suffice. But alas, the anxious fowl continued to grow weary of the dangerous eyes it had seen earlier and kept a close eye on the thick brush surrounding it and the girl. Even though she had stopped crying, the pregnant teen continued to sit in a melancholy state on the stump. She couldn't sit there too much longer; night was almost upon them, and the creatures - bears, wolves, and who knew what else? -that the crow feared would soon come out for their hunt. And it would not be a pretty sight to see if the girl was one of their targets. Unbeknownst to the both of them was a power even more sinister than some hungry grey wolf.

"Sister?"

"...Megan?"

A tiny child appeared out of the brush and into sight, with black pigtails and an overly benevolent face. Other than her eyes, she looked like an innocent little girl - those eyes. As the sky began to turn from blue to bright orange and hints of fuchsia, the black bird became uneasy. "Mommy and Daddy tried calling your cell phone," the little girl said. "They're getting a little worried." She walked closer to her sister on the stump, and the crow instantly grew more alarmed: it didn't trust the item she was hiding behind her back. "I am just having a bad day," the older girl explained, "and I didn't want you to see me like this." Her younger sister sighed, close enough to the stump to see a little red centipede resting in the wooden crevices. "Is it true," the little girl asked, "what you said? Are you pregnant?" The teenager's face turned into a light shade of red, instinctively rubbing her stomach. "I'm sorry you had to hear all of that, Megan," she replied. "But yes. One day, you are going to be a little auntie." The younger sister processed the information slowly, playing out in her head what it might mean for her future. And as she did, she furrowed her thin, black eyebrows and stared at the coniferous floor. When she finally looked up at her older sister, her brown eyes had turned to a demonic pitch black and a disturbing smirk formed onto her face. The crow cawed over and over again, trying to warn the eldest one to get out: the predator had gotten angry.

"I don't like babies. They make too much mess and they're so annoying."

"Megan. W-Why do you look like that?"

"Everyone's attention gets turned to that thing. That monsterous, little nuisance. And no one pays attention to the other kids anymore. It's all about that filthy brat."

"M-Megan? What's that b-behind your back?"

"I can't let that happen."

The object behind the little girl's back was revealed to be a hunting knife, the same knife that stabbed the helpless teenager repeatedly in the stomach. Blood began to splatter all over the place without direction, and had eventually mixed in with the child's sweat and tears. The teenager's screams grew weaker and weaker as her blood seeped through open wounds; her little sister also began to shriek, taunting her as she continued to stab. Powerless and shaky, the adolescent girl's screams soon faltered as the sun went the rest of the way down. Even though the little girl had stopped jabbing into her sister's stomach, she continued her blood-thirsty shrieks of terror; the crow itself had never heard something so inhumane in all its life.

The victim was barely conscious, gasping for air as her little sister sat on her chest. The pressure was too much for her and resulted in her spitting up a revolting mixture of blood and bile. The warm plasma splashed onto the little girl's shoes and shirt, but that didn't phase her much at all. "I'm sorry it had to turn out this way, Heather," she said. To the girl's utter shock, her older sister smiled. "Grandma," she whispered, "is that you?" Her younger sister chuckled to herself; she had always adored Heather's loving grin. She had made a mistake but it was too late to reverse the effects, and seeing their dead grandmother made that fact even more self-evident. "That's right," the child said, tightly grasping the hilt of the knife. "Grandma's here." 

She was dead with one swift motion to her neck, blood spilling out from the cut. By this time, the sun had been replaced with a crescent moon and sirens could faintly be heard in the distance. The crow, however startled by the flashlights nearby, picked at its left wing as police officers came upon the murder scene. The captain of the force himself grew nauseous as he guided the blood-soaked child away from the massacre. As that section of the forest was closed off with yellow tape, the bird saw its chance. It swooped down like a hawk, plucking out the corpse's right eye without anyone noticing. Flying up to a different branch, the crow gulped down the eye like a decadent treat. Even after it received its full, the bird continued to stare at the law enforcement as they scavenged the crime scene for evidence. It soon got bored and flew back to its nest as a lone star twinkled in the night sky.


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