Fan Fiction

Bubblegum Retribution

Written by Hawkeye

Disclaimer
Bubblegum Crisis 2032 is copyrighted and owned By Artmic Inc. and Youmex ltd. and used without their permission, I do not make any money out of this and just did it for the fun of it.
The Crow is originally created by James O'Barr in its Comic book form and as the writer for the movies and the Creative Consultant to the TV Show 'Stairway to Heaven'.

This work was influenced by SSG Michael B Jackson works Reprisals, when I had finished reading this story. I felt there were so many possibilities for a cross over between the worlds of Bubblegum crisis and that of the Crow.
This story is based after the end of the BGC OVA, Also to note this is more based on the Crow TV show 'Stairway to Heaven' rather then the movie.

Now onto the story...

"People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead, but something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, the crow can bring the soul back and put the wrong things right"

The pain the screaming pain was her last thought. Before the death had brought peace to her. But now she remembered the pain as her concision had awoken from its deep sleep. The pain of her death came back flashing to her, her eye's flashing open to the pitch blackness around her that she could see. She tired to reach out with her hand hoping to find something. Inches form her face she found the cold feel of metal, with out a sound she began to pound the metal in front of her knowing it was the only way out.
She began attacking the metal with such force, which surprised her. Within minutes with her bare hands, she had broken through the metal casing surrounding her. The soil start to pour into the box, knowing the only way out she begins to tunnel upwards. She digs with such desperation, she carries on towards the surface, and then suddenly she breaks through to the surface. The sudden fresh air rushes into her lungs, gasping for breathe she looks down to her hands with their deep cuts and torn muscles. The pain is beyond comparison, then suddenly with out notice the injuries began to disappeared, the skin rejoined showing no sign of the injuries that she had just received.
The young woman just stares at her hands not believing what she was seeing. Then something spooked her, the sound of wings flapping in the wind, turning she sees the silhouette of bird flying towards her. As the bird came into land, she stumbled backwards scared of the animal. As she stumbled backwards she came into contact with something, the bird starts to squawk, pointing with its beak it point to behind her to what she is leaning against. She turns, but nothing in her life prepared to what she saw in front of her. On the front of a simple marble tombstone lay the words.
'Sylvie, a gentle soul, a friend who will surly is missed. R.I.P. 12th September 2032'
Upon seeing these words on the marble face, she turned skywards and let's free a blood cudgelling scream.