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Posted by Moon Knight
on 12/19/2008, 3:24 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.
Moon Knight tore through the lower levels of the high rise. The smoke was already drifting through the stairwells as he made his way up. Several floors up he leapt over the banister and once in mid air raised is modified truncheon aiming it upward to release the grapple from with in. The line shot up and soon grew tauntas the grapple sunk into its target. With a jerk from the line Moon Knight soared straight up through the black smoke that was eerily lit by the emergency lights.
As he neared the end of his line he quickly pulled his second truncheon from behind his cloak. Then with one motion it rose, aimed and fired its grapple. The first line came to its end at the perfect moment when the second took hold and he continued his ascent.
The heat was growing as he neared the upper floors and he wondered why the security measures hadn’t kicked in yet. Then as if on cue he heard the hiss of the fire retardant being deployed and nearly immediately felt the soothing coolness as it cascaded down around him.
His line came to an end and moon Knight let his momentum carry him over the railing as he landed in a crouch, his cloak billowing up behind him before settling.
The fires were all but out by the time he charged through the destroyed door. The carnage that lay before him barely phased him until his foot thumped into the scarred and burnt metal that was instantly recognizable. They were Frenchie’s admantium legs.
Moon Knight knelt beside them and reached out his hand but quickly drew it back from the sight of the ashes that surrounded them. Whoever had done this had placed enough accelerant near Frenchie to burn him to nothing. It was obvious it was meant to be personal.
That was their first mistake.
Moon Knight stood staring at the floor. He had always been able to keep his distance from things before this but now…now all he wanted to do was find the person responsible for this and to kill them.
The sound of her doorbell ringing brought her out of her slumber upon the couch where she had fallen waiting on Marc. He had promised her that he would come over tonight after his work. The problem was his work was always getting in the way.
She’d be the first to admit that his being Moon Knight and the violence it entailed was a bit of a turn on but being left alone more often than not and hardly even a call to apologize was starting to wear upon her. She had even tried telling herself the sex wasn’t worth it but that was a flat out lie and she knew it.
She brushed her hair behind her right ear and put on her most stern face as she made her way to the door. She felt the blood rush to her face and other places as well as she grasped the doorknob, pulling it open in a rush.
Her eyes grew wide and she fell back a step as Grendel merely stood in the doorway. His forked blades ever so nonchalantly held at his side, the tips pointed at the floor. He stepped inside as she backed away. Grendel cocked his head to the side as she scrambled toward her phone. A snap of his wrist brought his forked blades to bear but something else caught his attention and he paused. “Ah Music—the moody food of us that trade in love.”
“What do you--” Marlene started to shout but he was upon her in an instant. His gloved hand over her mouth stopping her before she could get the rest of the scream out.
“I trust you are not that foolish my dear?” Grendel clasped tightly as she began to struggle against him. When she did not stop he brought his boot down into her knee collapsing her to the ground.
“There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.” Grendel knelt beside Marlene and gently brushed the hair from her face before he handed her the phone.
Marc slumped in the shower of the lower subbasement. Hours had passed and he hadn’t come any closer to finding the man responsible. He had his suspicions but little good the did him when his hands were empty.
“Don’t say you don’t deserve this.”
Marc didn’t raise his head he just kept it low letting the shower jets pound into it.
“Come on. I’m not going away any time soon Marc.”
Marc slumped even further as the water cascaded down around him.
“Oui. I know what you are thinking…that they were right about you all this time. They were you know.”
“Shut up. Just shut up. Please.”
“Non. You did this to me. You and your God awful crusade. Get used to it Marc. I’m going to be here a long time. I’ve got no where else to go.”
Marc looked up and his eyes fell upon the blackened and burnt face of Frenchie. “Goddamn you Jean Paul.”
“No Marc. You’ve already damned me yourself. You and your hypocritical God.”
Marc moved his gaze from him. “There was nothing I could do…”
“Everyone you touch bleeds Marc. One way or another. You’re good at that. Hell look at what you did to my legs? Don’t you think that was a little morose?”
Marc glanced at his work bench were the legs lay.
“Never could let a tool go unused no matter how sick it was to do so, could you?”
Marc turned the water off knowing it would not stop him from seeing and hearing Frenchie any more than everything else he had tried.
“Who’s gonna be next in the long line of your victims Marc?”
Marc spun around and threw a punch but Frenchie disappeared and his fist slammed into the wall where he had been standing. He clutched his hand to his chest and opened his mouth to yell something when his personal cell began to ring.
Frenchie stood over it and a grisly smile appeared on his lipless face. “Speak of the devil…”
Marc picked up the phone, flipping it open after glancing at the display. “Marlene?”
“Marc…” A gasp and slight yell told him more than he needed to know. She was not alone and he knew exactly who was with her.
An eternity of silence passed before the devil himself spoke.
“Eternity was in our lips and eyes. Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor but was a race to heaven and hell.” Grendel’s voice echoed eerily through the speaker. “Who shall get there first? The innocent or the wretched?”
“You son of a--”
“Our separation so abides and flies. That this, residing here, goes yet with me, And I, hence fleeting, here remain.” Grendel’s voice was calm and smooth. “I shall be waiting. Do not make me wait to long or your dear Marlene will not have the most enjoyable of evenings.”
Marc started to shout a retort but the connection was ended. Not a second slipped by before he had begun making his way toward his equipment.
“This will end tonight...” Marc stopped before the last costume and a large display of weapons. “one way or the other.”
“There is no way you can take him Marc, I know I’ve fought him and lost.”
Marc paid little heed to Frenchie’s spectre.
“Now is not you time Marc. Trust me I know. I’ve got an inside track on that betting. Call someone for help. Do something besides charging in there like you always do. If not for you then for Marlene.”
Marc pulled his cowl over his head. He stared at Frenchie’s disfigured ghost. “Go to hell.”
“Already there old friend. Already there.”
TBC
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