Mister Crow

Night time.

A clear, cool night to be exact.

Exceptional for the party taking place in the cornfields.

The bonfire roars brightly, protecting every single teen from cold.

The smells of burning wood, alcohol and marijuana fill the air as they

dance on the dirt ground.

The life of the party dances in the center of theses crowds carefree and

relaxed, with yet without partners to join her.

Her guardian watches in secret, focusing intently on IT’s charge as she has

her fun.

The music ends and she moves away to regain her breath.

They follow her, hidden behind their laughter and jokes a vile plan is

formed and agreed upon in secret.

She’s clueless of their wicked intentions, but her guardian suspects the

worst by their wayward stares and prepares.

They offer her many drinks, knowing she’s too naïve to refuse.

She downs each drink unwisely, much to her guardian exasperation, till

her world tilts unsteadily.

They notice her dizziness and share a triumphant grin.

Faking concern, they ask if she would like to move away from the party to find her bearings.

She agrees.

Big mistake.

Her guardian follows behind the corn but cannot enter into the clearing.

IT knows that something is going to happen to IT’s charge and IT hopes that

they wouldn’t do what obviously going to happen.

They still do it, against her guardian private wishes.

Right at the entrance of the fields, farthest from the party where her

guardian can’t reach them.

She screams, cries and begs them to stop, to let her go.

They slap her across the face to shut up.

She silently prays for her guardian to save her but realizes, much to her

despair, it can’t.

IT futility watches as they merciless violate her in front of it.

Rage flushes through IT’s crafted body and the desire for their blood to spill

holds high.

But that doesn’t happen and soon they are finished with her.

Spitting on her abused body, they go back to join the party and boast about

what happened.

She is left crawling into the field to her guardian.

IT cradles her in its arm as she weakly sobs in it’s chest, banishing all rage

IT held for those who harmed her for the moment, to comfort her as best as

the guardian could.

Using one of IT’s oldest tricks, IT hurries off to get her home to her

caretaker, an witchery old women that has taken care of her guardian’s