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Posted by Moon Knight
on 9/20/2008, 2:45 am
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Now Marc Specter endlessly scours the night, searching for evil. His body and very identity shattered from his service to Khonshu, who controls his life...and just may bring about his death.
“Will you be needing anything else today Mr. Rose?”
I smile politely as I shake my head no. Radcliff has been a faithful servant since my arrival as what most people would call a celebrity. My career as a novelist began only a few years ago. My first novel was Creon marked my arrival on the best sellers list. My second and third kept me there and made my well being secured for the foreseeable future.
I step from the Bentley supporting my weight with my can just enough to continue the charade and somehow keep myself from scowling at the new arraignment of flowers that have been placed across from the gate. How many years has it been and people still flock to the building to pay their respects to a man they never knew?
“Good afternoon Mr. Rose. Welcome home.”
I nod my thanks to the doorman as he stepped aside holding the door open for my entrance. I still marvel at the site of the Dakota. It was a lovely building and quite well known for dubious distinction of being the former home of John Lennon and the flowers outside marked the very place he was gunned down by the hands of Mark David Chapman. I make a mental note that on my next late night venture to leave a copy of The Catcher in the Rye among the floral memorial.
It does serve its own purpose though. One it places me a bit of an eccentric. Who else would have managed to purchase an apartment in the former home of the late Beatle who compared himself and his friends to Jesus Christ. And it provides me with even more defense for my other activities. There was almost always someone outside always someone to see a masked man sneak away or enter. The sting of it all though was that they never did.
I pride myself on my ability to move unseen through the night. You do not know I am there until I want you to. I am not a simple thug. I am death itself to most I encounter even if they never realize it.
“Hunter!” My eyes widen and show a rare glee as a young girl of eight runs from the doorway meeting me as I exit the elevator. “I’m so glad you’re home. Are you going to take me to the zoo like you promised?”
“Of course Stacey. Have I ever not followed through with a promise I’ve made to you?” My hand runs through her hair and I think back to the night that I killed her uncle Barry Palumbo, who had taken guardianship over her after her mother met an untimely death as well. Perhaps that is the source of the glee when I see her? I truly can not say which is more of a potent feeling seeing Stacey or remembering the killing. Some would say that makes me a monster. I say it just makes me honest.
We make out way down the hall and into the apartment and my eyes shift to my assistant who waits patiently near the door to my private office. “Now run along Tink, I’ve got just a few things I need to take care of before we leave.”
Stacey smiled giving a slight curtsey as she always did when I referred to her as the nick name I gave her which was short for Tinkerbell, before turning to gather her things for the trip to the zoo. I heard her talking to herself about the different animals she wanted to see all the way to her room.
Larry waited for her to be out of sight before he removed a manila envelope from behind his back. “I have the information you requested ready for your review.”
I take the packet from him. It was surprisingly thick for what little I knew of the matter at hand. It weight was reassuring that every last detail had been included. “You have my thanks. I assume you were as thorough as usual, Larry.”
A smile crawled across my lips as last nights escapades danced through my mind once more. It did not settle though as my thoughts paused at the new inconvenience that had thrust his nose into my system. Moon Knight.
I stalked the man for hours. His actions amuse me as I watch him dare to flaunt his prowess and his bravado. One thing that I am sure of is that my men, my employees were true to me but I expected no less with each knowing that I would find out. I would arrive in the night to end what little of their miserable life they cherished enough to tell their tales of my whereabouts.
His actions were swift and deliberate. They told me how powerful he was. But they also told me of how reckless he was. He managed to cripple one man with a well placed blow to his knee with his cestus glove. It appeared to be weapon he favored when the stakes rose.
Each man met a similar fate. All were left bloody and broken some more so than others. Moon Knight did not falter nor did he waiver with his pursuit of me. Even when injured to the point of a normal man would have called the night at its end, he merely stepped away long enough to close the wound by breaking an ampulet of Traumaseal and then returned to the fight with a renewed vigor.
It took every ounce of my being not to end his miserable life each time I watched him from afar. This man who never once paid his surroundings any heed when in the heat of battle.
But I wait.
I wait for the perfect opptunity to strike.
The time and place will be of my choosing.
And it will be soon.
TBC
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