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Posted by Moon Knight
on 11/14/2008, 6:06 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.
The shadows kept him hidden from his prey below. He had stalked them for nearly twenty blocks to their lair. He watched as the three men unlocked the ramshackle front door of the apparent flop house. That would have been his first indication that there was something beyond the ordinary inside. No one takes that much care to protect nothing.
Leaping from his perch, in mid free fall he snapped his hand out and truncheon extended a grappling hook attached to the end of a lariat that shot out and took hold of a passing fire escape. He gripped hard for the abrupt snap of his entire body as the line tightened and his direction changed. He led with his feet bursting through the door, rolling to his feet afterward.
The three men reminded him of cockroaches when the lights come on. They froze for just a second then began to scatter.
Moon Knight released the grapple from his truncheon with a flip of his wrist and threw at the closest of the three. His feet immediately became intertwined with the line that was still reeling itself in and fell to the floor. The farthest man reached the doorway just as a series of crescent darts impacted on the door keeping his hand from the knob. The unlucky man in the middle stopped and spun having seen both of his associates stopped or detoured he slid a long curved blade from a sheath at his side.
“You would have been better off trying to run.” Moon Knight stepped toward the man with the blade, snapping his foot out and into his abdomen. The blow doubled him over but did not stop the blade from still falling in direct target to Moon Knight’s head. There wasn’t enough time to avoid the blow all he could do was block.
The blade sunk into flesh slicing through the kelvar of his costume. He let out no shout of agony nor showed no sign of pain. He twisted his arm letting the blade sink to the bone until it was caught and pulled away bringing the blade with his arm.
The man’s eyes grew wide with fear as Moon Knight pulled the blade free and let it fall to the floor. Moon Knight met the man’s gaze and smiled beneath his mask. “You get a special kind of pain now.”
“Marc!?”
Moon Knight ignored the voice in his earpiece as he took the man off his feet with three crescent darts each striking a different nerve cluster than left him temporarily paralyzed on the floor. The pain was incredible but he couldn’t do anything more than stare as Moon Knight reached his companions.
“We’ve done nothing wrong! We are just--”
“I know what you are! No more lies tonight!” Moon Knight brought his fist down breaking the man’s jaw in one swift strike. The man fell blood bubbling from his nostrils and flowing freely across his lips.
“Marc! We have a--”
Moon Knight turned off the earpiece and knelt beside the last man who had come no where near untangling himself from the cord of his truncheon and grapple. He knelt beside the man grasping him by his hair and turning his face toward him. “Where are they? Where are the rest of the Crimson Path?”
The man’s eyes told him he wouldn’t talk. At least not with out some unique pressure.
“Just so you know the things I did to your friends…” Moon Knight’s eyes glowed in the eerie light of the room. “it was nothing compared to what I have in store for--”
A blow from behind knocked him to his hands and knees. Snapping his head around he saw the large crimson figure standing over him. “Focus Knight of the Moon, for you have yet to experience real combat.”
Transmission Ended…Direct Feed Terminated By User
“Damn you Marc.” Jean Paul “Frenchie” DuChamp swore at the monitor as he banked the Mooncopter back away from the area of Second Avenue. Marc had been becoming more and more reckless and he wondered to himself why he continued to put up with it.
Frenchie turned his attention toward the second bank of monitors to his left and saw the live feed from Shadowkeep, where a single alarm had been activated and the surveillance feed fed directly to the Mooncopter. The room was dark with the exception of the emergency lighting that cast an creepy glow about the room.
Either someone had managed to bypass the other security measures or there was a backlash through the system that corrupted the primary security route. Either way with Marc otherwise occupied Frenchie knew he would have to handle it. And if that means leaving you to hang out to dry, Marc, then so be it. Maybe it will teach you a lesson.
Frenchie went back to the controls, his eyes missing the solitary figure emerging from the ghostly light as it drew closer, staring directly into the camera.
TBC
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