The female crow-warrior

I decided to rewrite this story even though I only had one chapter before I felt the reason I didn’t continue was because I didn’t like the way it was written

My life was perfect, I had a Loving boyfriend and an array of friends and a perfect family, not many people can say that I’m sure.
My boyfriend Mark had proposed to me on my birthday and I had accepted at once and allowed him to sweep me into his arms and kiss me deeply, I was overwhelmed with happiness…but sadly it was not to last.

My mother and father had arranged an engagement party for us at the local pub and all off are family and friends arrived to celebrate are happiness.

Everyone laughed and drank their fill of wine, beer and party food until the early hours of the morning.
When everyone stumbled home, me and my fiancé, tidied up after everyone, it was the least we could do for the pub owner after the great party, we was just finishing up while playfully throwing plastic cups at each other when the doors to the pub started to shake violently as someone, or an army of people by the sounds of it, started banging against it.

“Go sleep it off some were else!” shouted Mark, shielding me behind him as he spoke.
The doors just rattled more determinedly and I could now hear the shouts of many people besides the loud banging.

“I mean it I’ll call the police” Mark called, and with a final bang the doors flung wide and in poured a group of strong looking men all intoxicated to the brink with alcohol and probably drugs.

“Look at what we have here boys!” shouted the toughest looking man that I took to be the leader, his shoulders were broad and his face long and mean looking his muscles rippled down his neck and bulged out his arms, he was truly frightening to look at.

Mark pushed me more firmly behind him and I wasn’t about to complain as I was frozen in fear with the sudden intrusion.

“Leave now and I won’t call the cops” said Mark apprehensively his voice shaking with fear as the men surrounded us there faces leering out of the darkness.

“I don’t think we will, will we boys” said the leader his eyes moving to me a hungry primitive look shone there and I shivered with fear.

“Don’t make me hurt you” said Mark stepping into the leaders view of me and clenching his fist in warning, the leader, who I would learn in time was named Kato, moved closer to Mark and stared him square in the eye and without warning punched Mark clean in the face, his cronies started to laugh and sneer, pushing every closer behind me.

Mark fell to the floor clutching his bleeding mouth; Kato kicked Mark over and over until not only was his mouth was bleeding but his nose and ears too.

“Stop you’re going to kill him” I screamed throwing myself over Mark beaten body ignoring the fact that he was trying to protect me by push me out of the way.

Kato looked at me the hungry glint back in his eyes and before I knew it I was grabbed from behind. My hands were held tightly behind my back, I kicked and screamed loudly and I wondered vaguely where the bar owner was and why he had not heard my screams of fear.

“Now watch this” whispered Kato as he grabbed Marks hair and talked into his ear.

The man who was holding me kneed me hard in the lower back and pain shot up my spine, my legs buckled and I fell to my knees, I felt my head snap back as my captor pulled my hair.
“You are a pretty little one” he purred stroking his finger down my face where my tears were falling freely.

My clothes were ripped of piece by piece as Mark watched helplessly from the floor; every time I tried to escape or screamed, I was beaten round the face until I went limp, my captor positioned himself between my legs and…well…I’ll come back to that later.

After each of the men had, had their turn with me including Kato who had given Mark to someone else, I was left choking on my own blood upon the floor barley conscious.

“Take this” Kato’s snarled passing Mark to one of his friends, and then walked over to my naked beaten body, he dragged me to my feet by my long red hair where I swayed on the spot. Blood seeped down my face from my nose, mouth and even from one of my eyes and dripped off my chin onto my bare breasts.

“This will teach you…not to fuck around with my money and may it be a reminder to all the stupid young bastards out there” snarled Kato drawing a butcher knife from his jacket and placing it to my throat, I looked to Mark who was stark white with fear and even though I faced death, I found myself wondering what these men meant, what had Mark done to deserve this?.
The pain was minute I felt the blade slide across my neck, I gagged once, my eyes bulged I looked upon my love for the last time and knew no more.
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But now I’m back, I don’t know why, I don’t know how but I’m back and looking down at my own grave from which I just climbed out off.

Here lies Cassandra Williams beloved daughter and granddaughter
Died 13th march 2000 aged 21
In our hearts you will always be.

I don’t know why, but I’m not afraid even as I sit here in the dirt reading my own grave, I feel empowered with the urge to know the truth about what happened that night and what happened to my beloved Mark.

The sky soon opens up and rain falls to the earth in huge drops like bullets, I am wearing the clothes I was obviously buried in and soon there dripping wet as well as my hair which seems to be brighter than it used to, kind of like a river off blood.

I raised to my feet and wobble slightly, pushing my hair out of my face I raise it to the sky and scream, I scream out my pain, I scream out my anger, I scream out my lungs until my heart was content…I will find out the truth, somehow I just know I will.