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Posted by Mr.Mind
on 12/19/2008, 9:26 pm
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OUTSIDE OF NEW YORK CITY:
The Cold December wind whips through the streets of New York City. It would be nuisance if it weren't for the time of year. People race through the sidewalks carrying packages, talking on cell phones and making their way to public transportation.
Store windows twinkle with lights and silver and gold decorations. It's Christmas in New York City, the most wonderful time of the year...
For some.
The familiar ringing of a single bell fills the outside lobby area of Richmond Enterprises. Richmond Enterprises, not quite on the level of Stark or Wayne but nonetheless a high technology, a high profile company.
The black limo pulls up in front of the building's entrance. The bell continues to ring in its monotone rhythm. Every now and then a passerby will throw some coins in the small pail that is overseen by a husky man in a Santa suit. He tells the generous a simple 'Merry Christmas' and nods his head to them.
The limo driver exits the vehicle and opens the back door. A young man, nicely clothed in a business suit exits. He passes by the Santa helper and turns to him..
'Good afternoon Mr.Clay. Is New York in a giving mood today?'
The man pulls a $100 out of his money clip and places it in the pail.
'Bless you Mr.Richmond. Remember when I'm in the suit it Santa or Mr.Claus, right'
Mr.Clay winks at Kyle Richmond.
'Right. Your secret is safe with me. Keep up the good work and the spirit.'
Kyle Richmond enters the building as the Santa Claus continues the rhythm of the bell.
The Santa speaks to himself..
'I'll keep up the good work, rich boy. You'll give us the Enterprise.'
NIGHTFALL:
'At this point, I don't see a reason for this company to join forces with OScorp for a military project. It's not our specialty. Does anyone disagree?'
Kyle Richmond looks over his boardroom. No one objects to the course of action..
'Excellent, let's call it a weekendshall we? Meeting ajourned?'
The men get up and make their way toward their homes. Kyle hits the downstairs gym.
'A quick workout and then home. With the sun setting I should be able to do some heavy lifting and running.'
Kyle begins his workout with a 750lb bench press. A minute task considering the power that flows through his body when the sun has extinquished for the night.. for the night belongs to....NIGHTHAWK!!!
As Kyle moves to start a higher press one of the new powers he has kicks in...premonitions of an evil deed.
He grabs the sides of the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes. The premonition is as real as it can get. The Santa, Mr.Clay, somehow breached the building's alarms, he is in the Richmond Enterprises Geological Studies lab. He has ripped opened a safe.. his arms elongating like tentacles. He's after the meteor...
Kyle Richmond's eyes open in shock. His thoughts go back years ago to a similar situation with a criminal called the Looter. On that day he chose to ignore the Looter because he had no superhuman powers. A mistake that got many a person injured. A mistake that he would not make tonight..
Kyle quickly turned into his Nighthawk guise and made his way to the Geological Studies lab.
He stopped to take notice that not a single alarm had been tripped. He stopped at a video hub and patched in.
'Maybe this new power has short circuited. Nothing is tripped, no sign of an intruder at all.'
The video plays back but Kyle sees nothing out of the ordinary.
He makes his way to the lab. Strange dirt appears on the code panel to gain access. Nightwing's claws fling forward. He presses the access code. The door slides open.
A man in a Santa suit is kneeling over a large safe.
Nighthawk can't believe his eyes...
'Would you be Santa or the Grinch? That meteor stays here St.Nick or should I call you Mr.Clay?'
The Santa seems to melt before Nighthawk's eyes and reemerge as something/ someone different. An 8' hulking behemoth, its body glistens with dampness as waves of mud ripple through its body. It stands before the safe with the meteor in its hand and laughs...
'Mr.Clay..hahaha...They call Mr.Clayface!!! Merry Christmas Pigeon!!!
Clayface shapeshifts his fist into an anvil and thrusts it toward Nighthawk....
TBC...
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