AN: Edited into present tense! :D Don't forget to leave a review after you finish reading!

The Raven

Chapter One: Murder on 31st Street

{And after all the blood that you still owe, another dollar's just another blow.}

Lucy feels like she's being watched. It's an unmistakable feeling, as if her subconscious is warning her of something she can neither see nor hear.

Naturally, this might be due to the fact that she's walking alone in the middle of the night. In all honesty she should have just stayed home, because she should not be running around in the dark well past midnight with nothing but her cell phone and a can of pepper spray to protect her from who knows what might be lurking around Magnolia. Not that there should be anything lurking around Magnolia, herself not included, though she shouldn't be lurking around either. That's besides the point though.

A low growl pulls her out of the thoughts swimming through her mind. She smiles slightly at the large, white dog looking up at her with worry. She isn't really alone of course. Plue is with her, and the white German Shepherd is usually enough to scare off most people who get too close; even though Plue himself is hardly threatening. In reality he's just a huge sweetheart that's afraid of her best friend Natsu's pet cat, Happy. Something rather amusing as Plue could easily eat the cat if he really wanted to.

Lucy shakes her head slightly and pushes the odd feeling to the back of her mind, smiling brightly at Plue. "Come on, Bud. Let's get home," she murmurs under her breath, giving Plue's leash a slight tug to emphasize her words. Plue merely wags his tail in response before jumping up and down excitedly. Lucy can't help but laugh at the ridiculous nature of her dog, who is more like family to her than her own father is. She won't get into that though.

Then, before she can do anything, he barks so loudly that Lucy is sure everyone in the neighborhood can hear him.

"Plue," she hisses at the big dog. "Are you trying to get both of us in trouble?" She would be in so much trouble if her father woke up to find her not there. She winces, arms wrapping protectively around her stomach. She still has bruises from the last time she had managed to make him angry, and that was nearly a week ago. Luckily she has been able to stay out of his way since then, effectively avoiding any more blows.

A sudden gust of wind blows by, making Lucy shiver and cuddle into her jacket. She really should have worn warmer clothing than what she is now. Although, to be fair, she didn't exactly plan to take Plue for a walk at one in the morning. That of course being the reason she's only wearing shorts and an old sweatshirt of Natsu's—that she had borrowed at some point and never given back, but he doesn't need to know that, she's not giving it back—Hell, she isn't even wearing shoes. How did she forget to put on shoes?

She pulls Natsu's sweatshirt closer against her as she continues to walk. If she's right, there's nearly another half-hour of walking before she'll be home again, and she kind of wishes she hadn't gone so far. She never has liked walking around in the dark—she has never really liked the dark, period.

Lucy's hand finds its way inside her sweatshirt pocket and a moment later her phone is out. She hisses under her breath as the screen lights up brightly, momentarily blinding her. It's only about one-thirty, which means she only has three-and-a-half hours before her father wakes up at five, and six hours before she has to leave for school at seven-thirty.

Lucy sighs as she shoves her phone back into the pocket of Natsu's old sweatshirt. She really doesn't need to be worrying about school. She doesn't need to be worrying about anything. Not about what her father will do if he wakes up and she's gone again. Not about how her friends are starting to notice the strange bruises that littered her arms and legs, or the fact that she's beginning to run out of excuses. And especially not about the nagging feeling that she should run as far away as she possibly can from where she is now.

It's only paranoia, after all. There's nothing dangerous in Magnolia. Or maybe she's just a delusional idiot who needs to stop watching scary movies with her friends on weekends. Both options sound about right to her.

Not that she has any real reason to be afraid. She is sixteen—soon-to-be-seventeen in a little over a month—not six and she has just over two weeks until the end of her junior year of high school. She has a large, threatening-looking dog walking beside her, pepper spray in her pocket, and if someone shady did start to follow her around she could easily call Natsu and he would beat the shit out of them, because for some reason her nearly six-foot-tall male best friend likes to fight with people for enjoyment. Plus, Natsu's father is a cop, which is even better.

Lucy shakes her head once more as she moves to turn the corner onto the next street. She comes to an abrupt halt when Plue stops moving. She raises an eyebrow at the dog, who is currently staring straight ahead, his eyes fixed on something she can't see. She easily dismisses his behavior, thinking that he's only interested in a squirrel or a stray cat.

"Come on, Plue," she whispers, managing to move around him and take a single step forward before he suddenly starts to snarl. The noise sounds foreign coming out of the back of his throat and Lucy is more than surprised to see that his hackles are raised and he looks as if he's about to lunge forward at any moment.

She makes a move to speak to the agitated dog once again when a snapping sound comes from her right. She spins in the direction of the noise just in time to see a large raven land on the ground not even three feet away from her. Lucy narrows her eyes in confusion as she kneels down, staring at the large bird.

It hops forward once and in a flurry Lucy is standing upright, tripping slightly in an attempt to move away from the bird. She's getting a strange vibe from the creature and she doesn't like it. Not one bit.

Lucy isn't sure why the bird is scaring her so much; it's not like she's ever had any bad experiences with birds before. She frowns at the black bird. It's probably just because it's dark out and Plue is acting a little funny, sitting there and growling at it as if it were Gray—whom he hates with a passion, for some reason—standing there.

She glances at the dog out of the corner of her eye. Not surprised to see he's still snarling, although now the action is aimed at the black bird staring back at them. "Come on, Plue." She turns and starts walking forward once again. Plue's snarl trails off into a light whine as he steps away from the raven and looks up at her. He starts to follow her after a moment of hesitation, his claws making a soft scraping noise on the ground, reminding her of her own footwear. Or, rather, lack there of. She needs to get home. Sooner rather than later.

Lucy turns the corner onto Thirty-First Street, a deserted, quiet road that's usually a peaceful place. She starts walking down the street at the farther entrance and has to continue walking all the way down it before she can turn again. Meaning she has to walk the full length of the street. With a grimace Lucy looks at her phone once again. One-forty-seven. She has maybe a ten minute walk left. Good.

The wind picks up once again and Lucy once again wishes she had just stayed home. She's freezing and the creepy feeling is back. Only now it's worse.

A gurgled, croaking noise makes Lucy whirl around in shock, a shriek nearly bursting out of her mouth, the loud noise the bird just made scaring her half to death. It only came from about a foot away from her head, far too close for comfort. Twisting around again, Lucy watches as a black shadow lands on a fence across the street from her. She's about to write the action off as nothing when the bird's head turns, the light reflecting off of its eyes and she realizes it's watching her. No, not just that…

The bird is following her.

That's the first thing that runs through her head; it's a preposterous idea, really. It's just a bird. And, while birds are quite intelligent, they don't just follow people around unless said people have food of some sort. Which, obviously, she does not have. She is not one of those strange people who carry around food wherever they go. No need to end up attacked by a bear. Not that there are bears walking around Magnolia—well, not that she knows of anyway.

Lucy shakes off the bird's odd behavior. It's nothing. She's just paranoid. That's the only thing running through her mind when the bird flies down from its perch, swooping past her head again while crying out, and lands in the street directly in front of her.

It's trying to block her path.

She tightens her hold on Plue's leash, moving to skirt around the raven, when it shoots into the air, claws outstretched and aiming for her face. With a cry, Lucy jerks backwards in a hurry, falling to the ground as the bird's talons sliced into the right side of her neck, inches above her collarbone. Lucy instantly slaps a hand over the cut, cursing. "Damn bird," she hisses as she swats the raven away from her with one hand, the other checking her neck for blood. "What the hell do you want from me?" She has to grit her teeth in order to keep herself from screaming. The claws were sharper than she thought they would be. Damn.

The bird shoots towards her a second time, but Plue lunges forward and catches the bird in his jaws before it even gets close to her. His hold on the bird only lasts for a moment, though, as it squawks to show that it's hurting, then twists around and rakes its claws across the dog's muzzle. Plue lets out a yelp of pain and nearly drops the bird, but his jaws clamp down quickly before the bird can fly away, and he viciously shakes his head, thrashing the bird.

Lucy springs into action then, after the shock fades. "Plue, stop it!" Evidently Lucy's cry came moments too late, because when Plue drops the bird it's already dead.

"Plue, come here." The dog lowers his head, thinking he's in trouble, but as he reaches Lucy she merely crouches down and wraps her arms around him. "Thanks, Buddy," she murmurs against the side of the dog's neck. Plue replies with a small bark and jumps to his feet, tail wagging. Lucy laughed at the dog once more. "Yeah, let's get home."

Lucy casts one last glance at the raven lying in the street. Its dead eyes still looking at her blankly. She has to fight back the urge to run away as fast as she can. "Damn bird," Lucy spits once again as she tears her gaze away from the bird. She quickly grabs Plue so that they can finish the short walk home.

The rest of the walk is silent, and it takes her a moment to realize that ten minutes have past since she started walking again. It's one-fifty-eight and Lucy is standing outside of her front door trying to be as quiet as possible. It would really suck if she had gone through all off that trouble only to wake up her father as soon as she got home.

With a frown, Lucy remembers that nothing ever goes as planned. Maybe it won't be this night, but that means it will probably just be the next.

Lucy shuts the door behind her quietly, not making a sound. Releasing the breath she's holding, Lucy relaxes when the door shuts with a barely audible click, and turns around just as a light snaps on overhead, illuminating the tall figure of her father standing at the bottom of the stairs.

And he is not happy. Not happy at all. In fact, he looks livid.

His eyes flash dangerously and he all but snarls at her as she freezes in place, breath caught in her throat. "And where exactly have you been?" He says it calmer than she had expected, and that means trouble. She is absolutely terrified of the question; if it was anyone else she would be fine, but not him—not this.

Lucy watches him carefully for any sign that he's going to hit her, because, although his tone was polite enough, she still noticed the hiss hidden in his voice that he only uses when in a murderous rage, or drunk. And she's positive that he isn't drunk.

"Out." Her answer is clipped and she inwardly winces at the cold tone she used. It isn't going to do her any favors. In fact it'll most likely just make things worse. He hates when she talks back. It only makes him hit harder.

His eyes narrow and before she realizes it he's standing in front of her, his hand whipping across her face. She doesn't make a sound, knowing it will only make things worse. Something she doesn't want to happen. The next thing she knows an immense pain is spreading across her back and skull. He slammed her against the door before she could even blink. At her right, Plue growls lowly, but she shoots him a look and he disappears up the stairs with a low whine. She is not going to let anything happen to her dog.

"Where were you?" he spits, his fingers digging into her arms. The door knob is jamming into her ribs harshly, and she's afraid to breath. She knows she needs to respond, but the words won't come out of her mouth. "Out with the Dragneel boy?" he probes further.

Her head snaps up at that, eyes locking with his for a split second before they dart to the floor again. He thinks she was out with Natsu? Why? Her silence must have been taken as guilt in his mind because his grip tightens so much that she's barely able to hold back a whimper. To be fair though, how her reaction to his question and the fact that she's wearing something of Natsu's probably makes it seem that way to him. He only sees what he wants to see. In a different situation she would smile bitterly; it doesn't really matter if it wasn't true because he would react just as violently even if he knew the truth. That's how he is.

Another blow is sent to her jaw, this one paired with the word "slut." Is that really all she is to him? She doesn't doubt it. The third one is a closed fist instead of an open palm. And she isn't sure which is worse. The pulsing ache that stays after the compact blow or the sharp, stinging sensation of a slap. Is it sad that she's so used to this that she's debating which one hurts the most?

She'll definitely have a bruise tomorrow and that usually means that Natsu will be asking questions. Inwardly grimacing, Lucy realizes that she won't be able to avoid his questions forever. He'll find out eventually and then there'll be problems. It doesn't matter though, she only has roughly a year left until she can move out. She can last that long.

Probably.

Lucy isn't sure how long she just stood there, taking every hit he threw her way. An hour might have past, maybe only a few minutes. All she knows is that it hurts. Everything hurts. Especially her stomach and chest, as usual. The pain will stay for days and she knows she'll feel it every time she tries to breathe. That's what he does most of the time. Fast strikes that do maximum damage; not that she can't deal with them.

Lucy lips twitch into a bittersweet smile. This is nothing compared to the things other people have to go through. She can handle this. She can handle anything he throws at her. There is nothing he can do that she can't take.

Several more blows rain down over her and then he's gone. Just like a ghost that was never really there. And maybe he never was. Lucy pushes herself to her feet, the dull aching that spreads through her body proof enough that he was, in fact, there. She coughs experimentally into her hand, checking to see if any blood came out. That would be just perfect. Luckily there's no red spatter staining her hand. That would be a challenge to explain to everyone else.

Lucy knocks on the closed door once again, wishing it's not seven in the morning. Why does school have to start so early in the morning? Well, technically, school doesn't start until eight, but, much to Lucy's dismay, ever since Middle School she's had to wake up earlier than normal because her idiot of a best friend would end up missing school if she didn't wake him up. why does Natsu have to be completely hopeless?

She knocks again, shuffling on her feet, hoping someone will open the door this time. Thankfully someone does.

Lucy lets out a smile as a small blue-haired girl throws her arms around Lucy's middle. Despite the pain it causes her ribs, Lucy chuckles slightly, hugging the girl back gently. "Good morning, Wendy," she says, still laughing.

"Morning, Lucy!" The smaller girl gives Lucy one more squeeze before she backs away, smiling brightly at the blonde. Wendy grabs Lucy's hand before dragging her into the house. "Are you here to help me wake up Natsu?" Wendy asks teasingly, Lucy groans. It would take an army to wake up Natsu. Well, either an army or Lucy when she puts her mind to it.

Lucy tries unsuccessfully to fight down a smile. "He isn't awake yet?" At the shake of Wendy's head, Lucy continues. "I suppose I could help you wake up the beast." Wendy giggles and pulls Lucy toward the stairs.

As they passed the kitchen, Lucy turns to greet Igneel as she does every morning, and is surprised to find him missing. "No Igneel this morning?" Lucy asks Wendy, raising a brow at the younger girl. She's so used to seeing the red-haired man sitting in the kitchen so it's a bit of a shock that he isn't there.

Wendy shakes her head. "He left really early this morning. Work call." Lucy nods in understanding. Igneel is one of Magnolia's top detectives. It's normal for him to disappear at random times of the day, due to him being almost always on call. Normally the only types of crime Magnolia has are the everyday bar fights downtown and the occasional drug bust though, so it's never anything major. "He left around two this morning," Wendy adds as an after thought.

Lucy glances at Wendy and finds the girl already looking at her. "Bar fight?" Lucy questions the girl, a small smile tugging at her lips. Her immediate thoughts are on Fairy Tail, the bar and grill—mostly bar—that she works at after school and on weekends. The bar is famous for its many fights. No one ever really gets hurt though, and frankly, most of the fights happen when the occupants are sober rather than drunk, as funny as that seems.

Wendy nods in reply, smiling brightly. "Bar fight," she agrees.

Lucy laughs again and pushes the door to Natsu's room open. "Come on. Let's go wake up your animal of a brother," she jokes, nudging Wendy with her elbow. Natsu has always slept like the dead; trying to wake him up is a horrible experience that she wouldn't wish upon anyone. Sometimes he even tries to fight her about it, but she always manages to put him back in his place. She will get him out of that bed even if it kills her.

Wendy nods in agreement and walks in beside Lucy. Both girls simply stare at the blob on the bed in front of them. After about a minute Lucy sighs and shakes her head. "Wendy, go finish getting ready, okay? I'll deal with… this," Lucy finishes after a brief pause, gesturing with her hands to the lump on the bed. "Then I'll make breakfast. God knows Natsu can't cook to save his life—or yours, for that matter."

The shorter girl giggles cutely as she disappears from the room, leaving Lucy to deal with the monster in front of her. Wendy can be so adorable sometimes, unlike her older brother. Okay, Natsu can be pretty cute sometimes too, and really sweet when he wants to be, but she brushes that aside. She will not allow that thought to linger.

Lucy hums as contemplates how she should wake up Natsu. She really doesn't want to cause herself anymore pain than she's already in, but it would be best to wake him up as fast as possible. She bites the inside of her cheek before deciding to just forget her pain; bothering Natsu is too much fun and she knows that he secretly likes it too.

With that thought in mind Lucy runs toward the bed and, with little hesitation, jumps on Natsu. Pain shoots through her chest at the contact but she just shakes her head and stares down at the teen.

He doesn't even move. How anticlimactic.

"Come on, Natsu," Lucy hisses and shoves the boy roughly. Not a thing. Lucy shuffles so that her knees are on either side of his hips and she's kneeling over him. She pushes him again, but starts to shake him instead when he doesn't react. "Natsu, wake up, we have school." Alright, that was a stupid thing to say; he couldn't care less about going to school.

This time he cracks an eye open at her. Well, at least he did something. "So?" he grumbles, voice still husky from sleep. It sends a shiver down her spine that only intensified when one of his fingers starts ghosting over her knee. He yawns. "You go to school. I'll stay here."

She rolls her eyes, but smiles before smacking him lightly on the side of his head. He whines quietly, but she knows he's only joking around. With a huff she crawls off of him and makes her way to the door. "Hurry up and get ready. I'm making breakfast," she tells him.

He lets out a groan as she stands in the doorway, most likely not wanting to move. The mention of breakfast is a very tempting thing to the teenage boy, she knows, and that means that she's obviously won. Lucy smiles triumphantly as she sees him heave himself out of bed.

Less than ten minutes later Lucy finds herself in the Dragneels' kitchen making eggs and toast. Something easy to make that both Wendy and Natsu like. She hums along to a My Chemical Romance song—"I Don't Love You"—playing on the radio next to her. Why the Dragneels' have a radio in their kitchen, she will never know. They all really like music though, so that might be why.

Lucy continues humming for a moment, not really paying attention to what's going on as she grabs some plates for them to use. Suddenly two strong arms are on either side of her smaller body, caging her against the counter top, Natsu's hands propping himself up so he can look down at what she's doing over her shoulder.

He sighs and presses himself against her back. After she finishes what she's doing she twists around to face the taller boy with a large smirk plastered onto her face. It's a little bit sad how she has to tilt her head to look up at him, what with her only being five-foot-four compared to his five-foot-eleven frame. "You're drooling," she quips and taps his right cheek with her finger, expecting him to make some sort of retort as he normally does.

Natsu, however, is busy staring at her neck, his eyes narrowed in confusion and—is that anger? Lucy internally panics. Is there a bruise she missed? She doesn't remember her father grabbing her neck at all. But then again, she doesn't remember half of what happened when she was being thrown around like a rag-doll.

Natsu surprises her when he reaches out and brushes his fingertips across the right side of her neck gently, the warmth of his hand his just ghosting over her skin. Instantly she remembers what's there.

Natsu brushes her hair away from her neck, his fingers not leaving the three scratches there. "What the hell happened, Lucy?" His eyes don't waver from the spot and his brow pinches together, like it always does when he notices something like this.

Lucy thanks whatever Gods are up there that it's the scratches that caught his attention and not a bruise. This way she doesn't have to lie to him, something she hates to do. It doesn't help that he always seems to see right through her lies.

"I took Plue for a walk late last night… well, this morning, really." Natsu gives her a quizzical look, probably confused as to why she was walking her dog that late—early—whatever. Not that he has any reason to question her. He has a blue cat that he calls Happy, that's not normal. "A raven started to follow us around and, well, I guess we got too close or something."

Natsu's thumb travels across one of the scratches before he finally pulls away "Damn," he murmurs, half to himself. "It got you good." His eyes snap up to meet hers. "When did you say you took Plue out for a walk?" he asks her sharply.

Lucy turns around again. "I didn't." She pushes the eggs onto two plates, one for Wendy and the other for Natsu. Maybe if she stalls him with food he won't ask anymore questions, or forget all together. Either works for her. She really doesn't need another lecture about going out after dark. Plus, she doesn't want him to worry about her.

Natsu, being smarter than most people assume he is, catches what she's doing. "Lucy." She skirts around him quickly, placing the plates onto the table a few feet away. She's about to leave the room when Natsu blocks her path, arms crossed over his chest as he stares down at her. "Lucy, when did you leave last night?" Natsu's using his "no bullshit" tone with her. Actually, she's probably the only one who gets that tone from him. It's annoying because he's the one who normally needs to be kept in line, not her.

After a moment she caves. "Around one. We got back sometime after two. Went up Thirty-First Street." Natsu sucks in a breath sharply. "But, as you can see, nothing bad happened," she reassures him quickly. Natsu doesn't seem like the uneasy type, but he's actually easily worried when it comes to the safety of his friends. He's a very protective person.

She turns around and catches the dangerous look in Natsu's eyes. It isn't directed at her, of course, and even if it was she doesn't have any reason to be afraid. Natsu is the person least likely to hurt her. She knows that. He takes a step forward. "But something could have happened," he deadpans. He swallows thickly. "You could've gotten hurt." His eyes skate across her face, searching for something.

"But nothing did. Plus I had Plue with me." He snorts in response, shaking his head.

"Plue is afraid of Happy," he shoots back at her, trying to prove a point.

She isn't able to fight back the urge to tease him. "You're afraid of Gray."

Natsu's eyes snap back over to her, a look of betrayal of his face. "You take that back," he all but shouts at her before he lunges forward and catches her around the waist, throwing her over his shoulder. She inhales sharply as his shoulder digs into a bruise, but she can't help but laugh at his ridiculous way of fighting back. With Gray he would just throw a punch and be done with it, but obviously he can't just do that with her so he has to resort to alternative methods. This being one of them, apparently.

"Natsu," she manages to say through her laughter, "put me down!" She's currently wearing a skirt and she does not need the rest of the town to see her underwear. A third voice laughs from the doorway of the kitchen. "Wendy, help me," she calls to the younger girl, who only giggles in response. Well, so much for help. Natsu cackles as he spins her around, being careful not to slip on the wood flooring and send them both tumbling to the ground.

"Not until you take back what you said!" Natsu cries, moving to leave the kitchen. The last thing Lucy sees of Wendy is her blue hair moving back and forth as she shakes her head at her older brother. Said older brother turns around so that he's walking backwards. "Hey, Wendy, you know it's not true. No way in hell am I afraid of the Stripper." Lucy lets out a squeak as Natsu almost backs into a wall.

"Natsu, watch where you're walking, dammit," Lucy hisses at him before smacking his shoulder, not that it causes him any pain whatsoever.

"No, now take it back," he stubbornly responds, pulling her closer against his shoulder.

She gives the back of his head an incredulous look, not believing that he's this immovable. "What are you, five?" she asks.

Detective Igneel Dragneel pushes open the front door to his house with a confused look on his face. There are shouts coming from inside the house and underneath that—laughter? Why would anyone be laughing? It's still early in the morning; there's nothing funny about that.

He steps into the house only to be greeted by the sight of his three favorite kids. There are his own two children, Wendy and Natsu, and then Lucy, Natsu's best friend whom is also Wendy's babysitter. One might question why you would need a babysitter when you have the older sibling. Igneel's answer is Natsu. He needs a babysitter more than eleven-year-old Wendy does.

That statement is further proven by the current situation. Natsu's walking around with Lucy thrown over his shoulder shouting something about "the Stripper", translation "Gray", while Wendy's laughing about her brother's behavior. Well, alright. His children need help. A lot of help.

"Oh thank God, Officer Dragneel, maybe you can save me from this awful creature." Igneel merely laughs at the face Natsu pulls at Lucy's statement.

"Jesus, Lucy. You act like I'm trying to kill you or something." Natsu shakes his head while making a "tsk" sound, his salmon colored hair falling over his eyes slightly, then grins as he sets Lucy down onto the ground. Although, Igneel thinks with an inward smirk, he doesn't retract his hands from around her waist. Nor does it look like he wants to. Which doesn't surprise him much. Natsu has always been a physical person.

"So, Igneel," Lucy starts, swatting at Natsu playfully, "I heard you got called in this morning. Fight at Fairy Tail again?" That's the obvious answer: Fairy Tail, but of course, things are never that simple. Not in this life or the next.

Igneel narrows his eyes. He really shouldn't be talking about his new case, but these kids are his family and the case itself hits rather close to home, in more ways than one. He sighs, shaking his head. "No, it was actually a lot worse." Worse isn't saying much. It's so much more than worse.

He can feel their curious eyes on him and finally looks up. None of them have moved, they're all frozen in place, eyes locked on him, waiting. Wendy is still in the doorway of the kitchen, her head cocked to the right as she waits for him to continue. Natsu and Lucy are the same, Natsu's arms still coiled around her hips, and Lucy's hands resting on the upper part of his arms, just above the elbow. Both look confused, although, Igneel muses, the look isn't new on Natsu.

Igneel looks away from the three kids while thinking of the scene. There had been so much blood, and the body had been ripped to pieces. It was hard to tell anything about said body. It had been a sickening sight.

Igneel shakes his head before looking at them again. "At two this morning, a twenty-one-year-old female college graduate was murdered."

He sees Lucy swallow thickly from the corner of his eye. "Where?" she questions, voice trembling slightly.

Igneel looks her in the eyes. "Thirty-First Street."

Who else thought it was the raven that was murdered? Huh? No one? Okay…

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Feeling sick,

~Rivendell