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Posted by Moon Knight
on 12/31/2008, 7:25 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.
“Why are you doing this?” Marlene sat on the floor her legs stretched out beside in what most men would have taken as an attempt at seduction. Grendel merely thought it looked uncomfortable.
Grendel stood staring at her as if he was lost in thought at prospect of the fight he knew was coming. His lips barely moved beneath his mask. “It is nothing personal. It is merely business.”
Marlene shouted her arms still tied behind her back and she began struggling against her restraints. “You call this not personal!?!”
“Not everyone is a doctor or lawyer or family man Ms. Alraune. The world needs ditch diggers too.” Grendel crouched in front of her and cocked his head to the side. He reached around her snatching the restrains on her arm and pulling them tighter while moving her closer to him in the process. “And my business is killing.”
“You make it sound so simple.” Marlene spat and watched it hit his mask. He didn’t flinch at all. “You’re nothing but a monster!”
“My dear Marlene it is simple. There are over a hundred of ways to kill a human being with out even leaving a mark. There are sooo many more if you want to do it with a little flare.” Grendel rocked back on his heels, his left hand twisting his forked blade from behind him to hold it in front of her face. The light reflected off the blades and she saw the fear in her own eyes. “Your boyfriend knows how easy it is to kill. I can sense it in him. Not only is he good at it…he likes it.”
“*&%$ you!”
“I rarely partake in that sort of frolicking. You’d be amazed what celibacy can do for the soul.” Grendel stood. His body covered by the black and white costume moving with ease in the unfamiliar surroundings.
“You don’t have a soul to--“
Grendel spun around. His left arm extending to its full reach as his forked blades sliced through the air and Marlene’s cheek and mouth. Blood trailed behind the blades as she screamed. Grendel stepped forward and grabbed her head instantly silencing her cries. “My soul is my business and you’d best learn to keep quiet or next time I cut out your tongue.”
Marlene could barely manage to nod his grip was too strong. Then as if he realized he had lost control Grendel released her, pushing her away from him. He paused staring at her through the white of his mask. She could hear his breathing beneath the material and she wondered if Marc sounded the same when he nearly lost control of himself.
“You’re gonna die you know that right?” Frenchie’s spectre leaned against the control panel that he had so often sat behind when he was alive.
Moon Knight ignored him as he brought the Mooncopter into hover above the apartment building.
“Oh so you’ve decided to give me the silent treatment? Well guess what? I could care less Marc. Maybe when you get yourself killed I’ll be able to go to where ever it is dead people go and I won’t have to be stuck here talking to you.”
Moon Knight stood and made his way toward the hatch on the side of the Mooncopter. He felt the pitch of the slow roll begin even as Frenchie started to laugh.
“Hey you trying to die before you even get down there?” Frenchie pointed toward the controls. “It may be called autopilot but you still have to press the button.”
Moon Knight dove back for the controls as the Mooncopter pitched even further nearly rotating down into a spin. He reached the controls and jerked them back into submission before they had lost too much altitude. He shot a look at the disfigured spectre of his old friend as he engaged the autopilot.
“This isn’t a Patrick Swayze movie so don’t expect me to press any buttons.” Frenchie crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m not here remember? You’re just crazy.”
Moon Knight pressed the released for the hatch and stared at the apartment building below. He had helped finance Marlene’s apartment and gotten her the rooftop “penthouse” for easy access if he ever needed to make a quick entrance. The rope ladder extended below and behind the Mooncopter and Moon Knight judged the distance as his foot reigned in the ladder below him. Then with a quick glance back at the spectre that haunted him he leapt from the vehicle.
“Correction…”Frenchie’s disfigured face poked out of the hatch and watched him as he fell toward the skylight. “…make that bats**t crazy.”
Moon Knight’s descent was nothing more than controlled chaos as at the last possible minute he flicked his modified truncheon out behind him as he fell and the grapple shot out with an inaudible noise amidst the rush of air.
The line and grapple connected with the hatch of the Mooncopter and secured itself. As the line tightened with Moon Knight’s sudden extra weight it pitched hard to follow momentarily before the autopilot could correct the added pull. Moon Knight smiled beneath is cowl as he heard Frenchie’s specter cry out and begin his own free fall.
As Moon Knight neared the skylight he could see his target standing there in Marlene’s living room so sure of himself. So arrogantly expecting nothing as he toiled with Marlene who lay on the floor behind him.
Moon Knight rolled when he hit the floor coming up beside his advisary quickly landing a blow to Grendel’s thigh as he rolled past that knocked him from his perch upon the table.
His hands moved nearly too fast to be seen as Moon Knight slashed down with a crescent dart cutting through Marlene’s bonds. “Run! Now!” He spun hoping she would do as he said but was quickly slammed backward into the wall as Grendel leapt through the air his foot connecting solidly with his chest.
Grendel surged forward his forked blade leading. “I and my sword will earn our chronicle.“
Moon Knight slapped the blades away but Grendel pulled instead of pushed and they rolled over Marc’s arm drawing dual lines of blood through the white of his costume.
“Great! You couldn’t have just landed on his ass and taken care of things from the start?” Frenchie’s specter stood behind Grendel brushing shards of glass from his melted face. “I told you he was better than you, didn’t I?”
-TBC-
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