Crow: Town of Adults

Fanfiction of the gothic/vigilantism franchise of Crow-spirit restored vigilance for Earth's city-mountain (fiction).

A fanfiction of the vigilante-consciousness gothic franchise (comics/cinema) The Crow. Thanks so much for reading, 

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Mr. Amlan Satan had become a pronounced Boston-town (New England) lawyer-advocate of a special workers' case tied with some treasure-marketing sector when the Ion-co. minions sent henchmen to his office late-night while he was blogging after-hours (Friday's Eve) to bloody-murder the poor wretch, sending him to the afterlife in our Selfie-consumerism commentary culture readings of everyday sanity...or leviathan!

BARON ION: Satan's a crow (now).

ASSOCIATE: Bad-baron of Boston, we're book-binding this New England (ha).

BARON ION: Stay quiet, minion; this town's marked for field goals (for me!).

ASSOCIATE: Word's Amlan Satan's resurrected from the cemetery, Ion (ok).

BARON ION: You keep riding with your riders; thanx for the hit(s), minion.

ASSOCIATE: Good...Selfie-like!

Was Ion's minion speaking an easy-truth for us in Boston-town (Earth)? Was the lawyer (Amlan Satan) who was pronounced as a suicide (wrist-cut) resurrected (miracle?) by the spirit of a Crow who transformed him into a masked vigilante who'd perform bank-robberies of the Ion-co. storages of bad-insurance treasures while precisely taking-out the bad Baron's 'street-riders' in-time for a Halloween treat of Selfie-culture readings heavens? What do you think?

CROW: Am I alive?
CROW (spirit-bird): Caw! Caw!! Caw!!!

CROW: I used to be Amlan Satan.

CROW (spirit-bird): Caw! Caw!! Caw!!!

CROW: Destroy Ion's Boston-town cleats...for you (and Esmerelda).

CROW (spirit-bird): Caw! Caw!! Caw!!!

The maiden of this horrid tale is Esmerelda, Amlan's left-behind fiancee, who found some language-arts 'adverb' for endurance of evils in Boston-town. When our protagonist resurrected masked 'Crow' vigilante (Amlan Satan) found her, alone in his apartment, napping on her couch while the TV played Notre Dame football one Saturday's Even, he slipped a note through her window reading, "You'll always be the subject of fiction's helmet, for Mr. Amlan Satan."

ESMERELDA: Do you read of this "Crow' character (masked)?

GIRLFRIEND: How'd you feel after Satan's departure from Boston-town?

ESMERELDA: Oh, friend; I've been visiting his tombstone (is he the Crow?).

GIRLFRIEND: Let yourself believe...and all will be forgotten (Selfie-like).

ESMERELDA: We can hope (good).

BARON ION: That's $10M I've lost because of the Crow (damn).

ASSOCIATE: We've sent out riders continuously (post-12), Ion.

BARON ION: And you continuously lose your stock of lambs, no?

ASSOCIATE: Perchance this is Jesus Christ himself (ha).

BARON ION: Don't make light...I need not Selfie-adverbs of fatso-sarcasm.

ASSOCIATE: Have you heard of this South Beach Diet (Facebook-like)?

BARON ION: Shut up (Selfie-like!).

When the Crow vanished, restored to the afterlife by his spirit-bird of Resurrection, the Boston-town detectives discovered Baron Ion's body, sitting (nude!) in a tub in his glorious abode in New England; wrists-cut, with a left-behind note reading, "All's 'fare' in love/destroyers...for a Western escape from leviathan's end zones; for this bad-baron of Boston-Town."

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)