I approached Gideon's pawn shop as the rain poured down. I could hear him on the tv on the other side of the door guarded by a fence stopping trespassers from barging in and stealing what was not there's. However I am no trespasser. Simply a visitor trying to get back what was his. I knocked on the fence in front of the glass door a few times to get Mr. Gideon's attention.

"HEY! PISS OFF! WE'RE CLOSED! SLEEP IT OFF SOMEWHERE ELSE, DUSTHEAD! UNLESS YOU WANNA GET MUTILATED!" Gideon shouted on his side. This simply wouldn't do. I moved the gate out of the way with a loud creaking sound. This surely got his attention. I walked up closer to the window and gently tapped my knuckles on it a few more times while my other hand pulled out Palumbo's hand gun. Gideon came walking towards the door, going "HEY! HEY!" before I shot a bullet through the glass door, causing Gideon to tumble over in fear. I walked through the shattered glass and The Crow followed me through with an emphatic call.

CAW CAW

"Suddenly, there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door." I said before dusting the glass off my jacket.

"Wh-what are you talkin' about!?" Gideon asked.

"You heard me rapping, didn't you?"

NEVERMORE.

"You're trespassing! And you owe me a fucking new door!"

"...I'm looking for an engagement ring. Gold."

"You're looking for a coroner, shit for brains!" Gideon told me before aiming his gun at me and shooting me in the chest. I took a step back and looked at my bullet wound as it healed. "Oh shit... shit on me!" Gideon realized his mistake as I lightly chuckled. I approached him and he continued to shout "shit on me!" before I grabbed him by the shirt and threw him behind his counter. Guns started to fall from his rack and I jumped up onto his counter before grabbing onto his light fixture dangling above his head. He quickly turned around with a shotgun thinking he would catch me by surprise before I wrapped my legs around the fixture and hung down like a bat, scaring him.

"Mr. Gideon," I said grabbing the shotgun discreetly. "You're not paying attention." I said before butting him in with the end of the shotgun, causing him to fall back into his wall. I jumped back down to the counter and he threw a punch that I caught before I broke open his glass counter and grabbed a combat knife, stabbing it into his hand, joining him and the counter together. "I repeat. A gold engagement ring, pawned here a year ago by The Bushwacker. He confided it with me before he ran out of breathe."

"IN THE BACKROOM THERE! METAL BOX IN THE SECOND SHELF!" He said pointing at a door to the side. I walked through it, noticing the barrels and jerrycans on gasoline next to it. I opened the door and found my way to the box. I brought it towards me and sat down before going through each ring.

"No...No...No...No..." I inspected each of them while I heard Mr. Gideon muttering obscenities in the other room. I then picked up another ring that brought me back to that day, the Sun setting and the obstructed smile on Kirsty's face as she began to cry. The bullet going through my head bringing me back to reality. I put on the ring, quickly stood up with the metal box in my pocket and kicked the door open, knocking down the gasoline. As I walked through the liquid, Gideon managed to get himself free from the knife and started to wrap a cloth around his hand before I took the shotgun and aimed it at his head. "You have one chance to live."

"TAKE ANYTHING YOU WANT! JESUS, FUCK!"

"Thank you." I said looking around the shop. "You won't mind me taking a few of your firearms, all legally obtained of course." I grabbed two sub machine guns and ditched Palumbo's gun. I then noticed a guitar in the corner. Like a ghost haunting me I heard three notes play before a voice saying "We are The Dramatics but Why Can't I Be You?" I grabbed a jerrycan and smashed more of the glass on the counter before spilling the gasoline onto the ground.

"Now you're going to tell me where the rest of Bushwacker's friends are! I'm working on limited info for the time being so I need you to tell me where The Clown is!"

"The Pit! He hangs out by The Pit!"

"The Pit?"

"It's a club!"

"Funny, I heard The Bar With No Name is where cretins like him hide in the night."

"That's for the actual no names! The freaks like Waxman! The Clown and them hang out at The Pit! That's where Kingpin's affiliated hang out! He lives upstairs there, alright!? That's where all of Pinhead's potata heads are!"

"Really? A whole jolly club?" I smashed another part of the counter.

"SWEET JESUS CHRIST AT A TAXI-"

"Stop." I pointed the gun back at him and he shut up. I put the rings on the counter and began flicking the rings at Gideon. "Each one of these is a life. A life you helped destroy." Gideon got on his knees and began to beg.

"To kill me please... I'm begging you..."

"I'm not going to kill you. Your job is to tell the rest of them that Lady Death is coming for them and that The Crow is calling. They have until Halloween Night to say their goodbyes but some of them will have less. Tick Tock." I said before I took the last of the remaining rings and slid them into the barrel of my shotgun. I then turned to walk away with the shotgun above my shoulder and grabbed Kirsty's guitar.

"YOU WALK OUTTA HERE AND THEY'RE GONNA ERASE YOUR SORRY ASS! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT STREET GREASE, MUTHA FUCKA! STREET GREASE!" I turned my head to look at Gideon.

"...Is that gasoline I smell?" I asked as the crow flew past me.

"NO MAN NO!" Gideon pleaded as I stepped out the pawn shop. I hoped he would no how to run and I aimed the shotgun at the trail of gasoline, engulfing the shop in flames. I was caught up in the fire and breathed it in like the cleansing element it was.