A/N: Just a fair warning: Swears, Violence, Dark Humour, and a mention of Rape. Viewers discretion is advised.

Numb. Once again, Andy felt nothing. The darkest of voids continued to swallow his soul up. He was dead, and wandering in the living. He already gave Tin - Tin a beating and killed him. He stuck so many knifes from Tin - Tin's collection into Tin - Tin's chest, making a crow symbol. Before he killed him he asked where a certain ring was. It was Silvia's. He gave it to her on the night of their wedding. They were planning to get married the next day. But unfortunate things happened. He was going to get that wedding ring back. He then aproatched a closed pawn shop called 'Gideon's. A larger man inside was making several piles of money and counting each up by twenties. The man from inside glanced up seeing Andy's figure at the door.

"Hey! Piss off, were closed!" Mr. Gideon shouted. Gideon smirked and went back to counting his money. "Go sleep somewhere else, dust head. . ." Gideon mumbled.

Yeah, yeah, I know it's fucking closed. My ass is still getting in there. Andy gently rattled the metal gate over the store door. Andy then took out a pair of pliers and cut the lock on the side of the gate. He slid the gate to the side and aproatched the door. The larger man mumbled something to himself as he pulled out a revolver from under the counter. He then went around the counter and started to approach the door. 

"Goddamn creatures of the night. . . They will learn. . ." Gideon mumbled. 

"Hey! Hey!" Gideon hollered. Andy refused to use the door handle and get shot all of a sudden. He peered through the glass and then kicked the glass door. Smashing the whole door to pieces. 

Gideon stumbled and crash landed into the floor, dropping his gun. Andy loomed over Gideon as he spread his arms out a bit. The crow flew past Andy and swooped over Gideon's head. He ducked and shouted. The crow landed near by and closely watched Gideon. The man with the ball cap didn't bother to move.

"Suddenly I heard a tapping, as if someone gently rapping. . . Rapping at my chamber door." Andy then takes one step forward, and continued. 

"What are you talking about?" Gideon knitted his eyebrows and glared at Andy. 

"You heard me rapping, right?" Andy questioned, and raised both of his eyebrows, as Gideon finally got the message. His poetic words didn't seem to get to Gideon. 

"You're trespassing, and you owe me a fuckin' new door!" Gideon shouted and pointed towards the door. Andy looked back at the door, he rolled his eyes and smirked. Slowly turning his head back to Gideon. That was not what he was here for. He knew Tin - Tin sold a wedding ring here not too long ago. 

Without Andy seeing, Gideon grabbed the gun that was dropped from earlier. 

"I'm looking for something in an engagement ring. Gold." Andy continued to taunt the man on the floor. 

"You're looking for a coroner, shit-for-brains!" Gideon, in a flash, extended out his arm and pulled the trigger. The blast echoed through the room, as a hole was pierced through Andy's chest. Andy stumbled back a bit before glancing down to his chest. The blood that drizzled down his chest now retracted and the hole healed up like there was nothing there. Andy finally let out a breath, he felt like a pin cushion for some reason. . .

Andy stared at his chest as he watched it heal on his own. He slowly looked up and had predator eyes, saliva slightly drizzled past his bottom lip. Oh he was so dead.

"Oh, shit. Oh, shit on me! Shit on me. Shit on me!" Gideon started swearing so God could hear him and all of the living dead. Andy then chucked Gideon's fat ass across the room. Gideon smacked right into the cage wall. He slid down and knocked some old, antique, gas station clocks down. Gideon grasped onto the cage wall and poked his fingers through, linking his hands and the wall together. He tried to hoist himself up as Andy jumped on the counter. Gideon knocked over a white canister and snatched a black, wooden bat. Andy swiftly jumped up onto the ceiling light that hung just over the counter and wrapped his legs around it. Gideon took his chance and swung the bat with all of his might. He was stunned to see he had missed. He then looked up a bit to see Andy hanging there. 

"Mr. Gideon. You're not paying attention." Andy snatched the bat away from Gideon and smacked it on his head. It was so close to baseball, but just with a bigger ball. The man's back hit the cage and he stumbled forward, having his head and hands slam on the display case of the counter.

Without a sound, Andy dropped down on the counter in a crouched position. Eventually, Gideon recovered and swung his fist at Andy. Andy caught Gideon's hand and smashed it down and through the glass display case and grasped onto the knife. 

"No! My hand!" Gideon well knew what was about to happen next. Andy slammed the knife down into Gideon's hand, pinning his hand to the wooden frame of the counter. He then let out an agonising yell, that then turned into a muffle as Andy clamped his hand across his mouth.

"I repeat. A gold engagement ring, yes?" Andy questioned. Gideon then nodded his head up and down as he continued to say something that no one could ever hear. He then re-drawed his hand and walked across the counter.

"It was pawned here a year ago by a customer of yours named Tin - Tin." Andy dropped off the counter and walked around another caged off area. He then slammed himself against the cage wall and linked his fingers through. The man at the counter continue to whimper and yell. 

"He confided in me before he ran out of breath."

At the crime scene

Cops surrounded the crime scene. Tin - Tin was rolled out of the alley by a stretcher. Over twelve knives were pierce through his chest. The man with slicked back, golden brown hair, and small little scars all over his face glared at the man getting rolled out. 

"Who's this sack of shit?" The detective scowled and took out a pen and pad of paper.

"That's Tin Tin, one of T-Bird's little helpers. I think you can rule out accidental death." The darker skinned man, took a puff of his cigarette. The darker skinned man went by the name of Sergeant Albrecht. 

The detective chuckled and wrote down the name of the criminal.

"Don't any of your street demons have real grown-up names?" The detective continued to mock Sergeant Albrecht.

"This could be a turf hit, but it doesn't look like your usual gang crap." Albrecht shook his head and looked to the side. 

"Come on, Albrecht, spare me. You're a beat cop now, so be a beat cop." The detective squinted his eyes and looked at Albrecht. 

"I'm supposed to thank you for that, right?" Albrecht pulled the lit cigarette up to his lips and took another puff. The detective stopped in his tracks for a moment, trying to process what Albrecht just said to him. 

"Word to the wise. Watch your fuckin' mouth." Albrecht stopped and stared at the detective.

"What the hell do you call that?" The detective looked at the metal wall of the alleyway. A symbol of a crow was painted on. He couldn't tell if it was a bad spray paint job or if it was blood. 

"I call it blood, detective." Sergeant Albrecht looked away and took another puff of his cigarette, meanwhile a flash of a camera went off. 

"I suppose you'll write it up as graffiti." He extended the word 'graffiti' longer than it was and mocked the detective, moving his cigarette side to side.

"You can leave my crime scene now, okay?" The detective snapped. The Sergeant lifted his shoulders and quickly put them down, making it seem like he didn't care. He started walking away as the detective continued to write down notes.

Back at Gideon's

Andy chucked a metal box full of priceless things across the room. Not caring what was inside. 

"Warmer?" He questioned. 

"What are you doing?!" Gideon shouted from the counter. Andy was getting tired of Gideon not playing the same game he was. The hot and cold game.

"Don't you know this game?" Andy looked back at Gideon and continued to chuck things and break them. 

"What game are you talkin' about?" Gideon shouted as he tried pulling the knife out of his hand.

"Okay, I'll tell you about the rings! They're in that metal box! It's under the shelf there!" The larger man pointed towards the other counter that was across the room. As he pointed his hand moved repeatedly to say it was over there. Andy moved behind the counter and looked to where there was a light under the counter. He crouched down and pulled out a metal box.

"Take 'em! Take your fucking rings! And you can choke on them, you son of a bitch!" Gideon mumbled gibberish that Andy couldn't give to fucks about. Andy opened it and took out a ring. He then tossed it to the side, and closed his eyes. Ring by ring, he tossed, each of them making a *ping* sound on the metal floor. 

"No. No. No." It was telling him that it wasn't gold. He then grabbed another ring and held it. A flashback suddenly came.

It was right before Halloween, two years ago. Andy brought Silvia over to his place, saying that he had a surprise for her. He lead her by the hand into his apartment and up the latter to the attic. 

"Look, it goes up to the attic. Okay." He reassured her. With a sweet smile she climbed up the latter.

He inched closely behind her as she climbed the latter, and pushed up the floor door. She saw how the room was dim and red candles were lit everywhere. He handed her a midnight blue, velvet box. He could have sworn he felt butterflies in his gut. She opened the box and saw the beautiful gold ring, with a diamond in the middle. She gasped and placed a hand over her mouth. 

"It's beautiful!" 

Oh how Andy missed her so much. It was just too painful for him to keep seeing her in memories. His heart bled in pain how much he missed her. He opened his eyes and saw it was Silvia's ring. God, I wish I just wish I told her I loved her when I got the fucking chance. His stomach started to twist and his insides burned. 

"Silvia. . ." He continued to stare at the ring as it brought him back to that same memory.

Silvia was so happy, she gave Andy a warm embrace. It warmed his heart to hear three simple words.

"I love you." 

His face twisted up in sadness. He felt ignorant for not saying those three words back to her. He grabbed a thin peice of black rope, and stood up. Knocking over many containers of gasoline. He started walking towards Gideon. On the way to Gideon, Andy grabbed a half-sawed-shotgun off the wall and cocked the gun. Gideon finally pulled the knife out of his hand, as Andy pointed the gun towards him. 

"You have one chance to live." Andy daunted. Gideon put up both of his hands in defence. Not wanting to get his brains blown out. 

"Take anything you want." That was music to Andy's ears. 

"Thank you." In an ever so satisfying feeling, Gideon continued to talk.

"Take anything!" He shouted. Andy glanced down at the floor and reached to grab the small, metal, gasoline can. He then started sprinkling the gas all over the counter and the floor. There was enough gas and explosives in the room to make The Fourth Of July look like they weren't even trying. Gideon found a bandage and continued to wrap his wounded hand up.

"Now you're gonna tell me where to find the rest of Tin Tin's little party pals." Andy chucked the gasoline can, and continued to toss a red ball up, as it landed in his hand. 

"The pit. They all hang out at the pit. All of T-Bird's little potato-heads hang out there. Funboy- he lives there upstairs, all right?" Gideon talked quickly as Andy tried to remember who was T-Bird. Like if he was seeing through the eyes of Silvia. 

"Funboy. . ." Andy mumbled.

"Oh, baby." He saw Funboy, the blond, on top of his girl.

Andy gritted his teeth at remembering who the fucker was. He kicked the glass casing to the counter, breaking it even further.

"A whole jolly club-" Andy continued to take his rage out on the counter. He continued with each word he kicked in the class display case, then used the butt of the shotgun on the top of the counter. More glass continued to smash. Hot, flaming pain, Andy felt caressing in his chest.

"With jolly pirate nicknames!" He continued to kick each display case.

"Stop! Please! Jesus Christ in a taxicab!" Gideon shouted and held up both of his hands. 

"Hold still!" Gideon froze in place as the shotgun was once again pointed at him. 

"Each one of these is a life-" Andy started tossing one ring at a time from the metal box at Gideon's bald head. "-a life you helped destroy." He tossed three rings by now. Gideon got on his knees and begged.

"I'm begging you. Don't kill me." He couldn't even place his hands together.

"Oh, I'm not gonna kill you." Andy chuckled, and pointed the shotgun towards the ceiling.

"Your job will be to tell the rest of them that death is coming for them- tonight." Gideon continued to shake, as Andy grabbed the metal box off the counter and poured the rest of the gold and silver rings into the barrel of the shotgun.

"Tell them Andy Draven Black sends his regards." With a sly grin Andy placed the shotgun on his shoulder and grabbed a black, electric guitar. 

"You walk outta here, they're gonna erase your sorry ass. You're nothing but street grease! You hear that?" Gideon hollered as he pulled himself off the floor. 

"Street grease, you motherfucker!" Gideon continued to escalate the problem. Andy stopped in his tracks as he stood in front of the door frame. He slowly turned his head back to look at Gideon.

"Is that gasoline I smell?" He smirked. Gideon widened his eyes and had a frightened look on his face.

"No. No! No!" Andy continued to walk away, as the crow quickly flew out of the store. Andy spun around and shot the rings out of the gun. The store suddenly exploded with an *boom!* sound. Gideon's ass went flying out the back door and he smashed right into an alleyway wall. The store lit up like an orange Christmas tree full of flames. 

This definitely made The Fourth Of July look like they weren't trying. 

Andy smirked as he knew he was slowly crawling his way up to getting his revenge. 

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