This is Weekly “Fiction in a Flash Challenge” Week #19. Each week Suzanne Burke will be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing. Maximum word count: 750 words.
Here is the week #19 Image Prompt.
“Who are you?” Eric moaned.
“I’m your shadow.”
“Was I dead? Why am I talking to you?”
“Get up! You have a job to do and I’m here to help you.”
“What do you remember of your last sight?” The shadow swayed side to side.
“After my concert, my fiancée and I were going to a nightclub to celebrate.”
“Did you have fun at the nightclub?”
“No, our car was hit, and the driver got away. We were stranded on the street at 2:00 a.m. and there were hardly any cars coming by to help us.”
“Go on. What else do you remember?”
“Finally, a car stopped behind ours. Three guys dressed up in black baggy clothes came out and approached us.”
“Were they there to help you?”
“No, they were rough buys with bandanas on their heads and heavy chains on their necks.”
“What did you think they were?”
“I wasn’t sure. They crouched their shoulders and jerked the steps toward us. One of them grabbed Shelly, and two of them grabbed my shoulders, one on each side.”
“Go on, then what?”
“The thug forced on her. She screamed. The guy on my left nodded and the one on the right choked me on my neck. The first guy darted over, seized her hair, and cupped over her mouth. She jolted violently, but the thug lifted her legs and pressed them toward her face. I turned my face away from her and tried to yank free from the guy, but he put a knife under my chin.” Eric’s voice trembled.
“I wished someone drove by to rescue you.”
“The next thing was that the thug yelled from being bitten by Shelly and he fired a shot. The guy who choked me startled, and I shook free and ran toward her.”
“Was she okay?”
“The blood was gushing out of her chest and she was motionless. I snatched the thug and pounded his chest. He fired a shot at my face, and…”
“You were dead.” The shadow softened the voice.
“But why am I talking to you?”
“I’m the Crow, your dark angel. I’m here to take you to avenge the rape and murder of your fiancée, and your own death. He is in the nightclub where you were going for your celebration. Here’s the gun for you.”
“You might not have an unobstructed view of his face the night he committed the crime against you and Shelly. He is at the bar sitting next to the woman in red. Try to get him to move to the hallway behind the bar. We need not claim innocent lives.” The Crow added.
“Okay, stay with me and tell me what to do.”
“Point the gun at his side.”
“Move! Don’t look back.” Eric gunned against Funboy and pressed him toward the hallway away from the crowd.
“Hey, easy. Who are you?” Funboy cooperated and moved the feet with hesitation.
“I’m here to offer you a deal. One life to trade for two.”
“I’m not greedy. I always indulge one at a time, except… It’s impossible. I only had the luxury to take two when…”
“You’re correct. You murdered my fiancée and me. Too bad you only have one life to repay me.”
Funboy made a sudden turn and ran down the hallway. Eric fired a shot at his head and missed. Funboy drew the gun and shot back. Eric fell backward.
“Cut.” The director called timeout.
“Brandon and Michael, let me have a word with you,” Alex Proyas said to the actors.
“Alex, Brandon is bleeding. Call the ambulance.”
~ ~ ~
In “The Crow,” the lead actor, Brandon Lee was accidentally wounded on set during filming by defective blank ammunition and later died in the hospital during surgery on March 31, 1993 at age 28. With only eight days left of production, unfinished scenes used a rewritten script, a stunt double, and digital special effects.
On July 20, 1973, Brandon’s father, Bruce Lee died in Hong Kong at age 32 from a brain edema possibly caused by a reaction to a prescription painkiller.
They were buried next to each other in Lake View Cemetery, Seattle, Washington.