“Oh Corvus,” the
twisted shadow figure says as Raven steps forward, “You didn't
think it would be that easy, did you?”
“Easy?” Raven
gasps, suddenly aware how out of breath he is, “I wouldn't describe
any of this as having been easy.”
Beside him, Curly comes
to a dead halt. An expression close to fear passes across his face
before his mouth begins to whistle, through no sound emerges.
“Of course,” the
crooked man says, “Being here....well...you're a fish out of water,
aren't you?”
Raven stands silent and
still, slowly allowing himself to catch his breath.
“Nothing to say,”
the bent fellow asks, a bright smile lighting up his shadows,
“Perhaps a bird without sky is closer to the mark?”
The smile broadens:
cold, clinical, threatening and dangerous.
