The Raven's Queen

Blake River

Blake lifted the smoking cigarette to his lips and sucked in a long drag, feeling the smoke burn the way down his throat down to his lungs. He watched as the news reported on his latest crime.

"The Raven strikes again," He blew the smoke out, it was about time the recognized his name. The raven is a cruel animal, but wise. Creatures should be known and loved for their wisdom, not loved because of the kindness and he was far from kind. The new anchor, even though he was old and tired, was good at his job. He was the one that came up with Blake's nickname. "The man was found dead with he's throat cut ear-to-ear outside the family home. He is survived by a five-year-old son and a wife. A single black feather was found by the body. Police are on the search for The Raven, also known as Blake River." A picture of Blake popped up on the screen. They had his mug shot from when he was 16, but that was three years out of date. They also had a picture that showed half of his face, only reliving his chaotic black shaggy hair, his white eyes, his mask with a beak on it covered his nose and mouth, and the long black trench coat. There must have been a camera on the door.

"Good thing I needed a haircut anyway," he muttered to himself.

"What was that babe?" Roxy, the burlesque dancer, asked stepping out of the bathroom. He looked her up and down and sighed. Her hair was black and cut way too short of his liking. She had boring brown eyes and a nose that had been broken one too many times. She sang like an angel and was good in bed but that was all he really liked about her. He preferred brunettes, and returned his attention to the TV.

"Nothing Roxy, I was just watching the story about my latest kill," Roxy climbed in the bed and forced his arm around her shoulder.

"Why did you kill this one?" She wined. She always needed to hear the stories. Blake took another drag of his cigarette and then gave the butt to Roxy. He untangled his arm from her back and tossed his legs out onto the ground.

"He was beating his wife. The justice system hardly ever deals with scum like those guys. They get good lawyers and then are back to their beating women ways." He grumbled. His mother's bloody face flashed into his mind before fading away and he pulled up his pants.

"Braking news has just came in, Scarlett M. Jewell is going to live," Blake glanced to the TV. He had heard that name before on the news before, but paid no attention. The girl's senior picture was on the screen in the top right hand corner. His interest increased, "Scarlett is said to make a full recovery with a broken arm and multiple bruises. With a car crash this bad, she is luck to be able to wake away." The anchor continued. Blake stared at her picture. She had beautiful long wavy brown hair, and golden eyes that had blake rims around them. He had never seen eyes colored like that before that, but then again no one had seen eyes that go from black to white because of rage.

The TV screen then showed a brunette man speaking, "It was horrible, I don't know why she drove into the car. She twisted the wheel at the last moment toward the car and looked crazy. I luckily dove out of the car just in time," Liar, Blake thought, "She needs help, she claimed to be pregnant and said that she didn't want it anymore. She is going to need my supervision from now on."

"What a psycho." Roxy laughed.

"Get out," Blake said in a monotone voice, a voice Roxy knew not to ignore. She grabbed all her clothing and stormed out to the door.

Roxy opened door, allowing the blaring music from the burlesque club in, "You need to stop feeling sorry for these psycho women, they might actually be crazy and end up killing you instead of you killing the husband just because you don't believe them" She slammed the door.

"But you cannot tell when someone is lying like I can," Blake announced, his voice echoing in the empty room. He needed to go visit Scarlett, and hear her say what happened. Blake threw on his white shirt and grasped his trench coat, and started toward the door. He took one final glance at the TV, Scarlett's picture was on the screen again. Blake then walked into the club and let the door slam behind him.

*****Sorry this is short, I wanted to get something out from Blake. I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you think!   

  -Disaster'sQueen****