Dark Crow
Dark Avenger
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The Zombie’s Curse
The horrible curse of the zombie of the great master of robbery.
A long time ago, in a faraway town in France there lived a master of thievery called Antonio de Marco. His father, Italian, a great robber who left his skill as an inheritance to his son before being captured.
When the son grew up he became a master of disguise and the most famous robber in France. He robbed ladies, duchesses, baronesses always during a big ball. But one day he decided that he should pull off his biggest heist ever: he would rob the Queen.
Everything went according to plan, he snuck in, at a big ball, danced a lot avoiding attention and to much conversation until it was starting to end, knowing that the queen always left at twelve o’clock he made sure that he would be in her room at five minutes to twelve. Unfortunately the king knew that Antonio wouldn’t resist coming he set a trap. Five of his best guards were hided in the queen’s room before the ball started to grab him when he entered. And so Antonio came at five minutes to twelve and was surprised by the guards. He managed to escape from the trap but the castle was surrounded by guards as a second plan in case the first failed. With two guns he grabbed from the guards in the queen’s room he shot seven guards before receiving thirteen bullets in the chest, one of them shot by the king. After falling they all approached him and Antonio called for the king, when he came close Antonio cursed him saying : ,, One day I shall rise from the grave, the night the day the one who shall wear your name shall wear your title and I will kill him the night of the ceremony as to keep him from enjoying it, five minutes before twelve o’clock’’ with these last words Antonio de Marco died.
Three hundred years after this event, the present prince was a day from his coronation. He was young, naive but well trained to be a king. As night drew near, the royal councilor ordered five of the royal guards to be constantly with the prince, five guards placed at the grave of Antonio de Marco and a few underneath his window.
The young prince knew of the events that happened three hundred years ago but considered his councilor, as the guards, to be to superstitious and ordered his guards to stay outside his room. That night, because of the storm the guards in the cemetery took shelter under a tree. Then, at half past eleven, the ground above Antonio’s grave started shaking and, from under the ground, a horrible figure crawled out and walked out of the cemetery because the guards fell asleep. At ten minutes to twelve one of guards woke up at the sound of a lightning and, seeing the grave, ran back to the castle. During this time the zombie of Antonio already got to the castle, under the prince’s window, and stared to climb up the wall leaving the guards placed at the window lying dead in the mud. When it got the window at the same time when the lightning struck. Meanwhile the guards from the cemetery reached the castle and warned the councilor of what had happened: ,, What have you done?’’, screamed the councilor, ,,Guards! Quickly, to the prince’s room! ’’. But when they got there the prince was dead and a horrible figure was crawling towards the window. ,, Kill him! ‘’. The guards shot him over and over again but it kept going until it jumped out. Before he got too, far the guards had him surrounded but he killed seven of them before being torn apart. After the guards were finished with him the councilor approached and the pieces of the body started glowing and the ghost of the Antonio de Marco three hundred years ago took form ,, My revenge has been taken as I said, let this be a warning, I shall return and retake my vengeances on any one of his heirs ‘’ and with these words it vanished and the councilor and the guards left through the storm.
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I am deeper than fear, I am worse than a nightmare, I am more than an obssesion, I am darker than night, behold me and tremble, for I am Dark Crow!
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