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Posted by Moon Knight
on 1/30/2009, 5:07 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.
Grant Mansion, Long Island
Moon Knight leapt away from his friends’ claws as they raked through where his head had just been moments before. From what little he could tell his size had nearly doubled since he had last seen him and he didn’t want to take a chance on just how much stronger he was. “Jack I know you can fight this!”
Or at least he hoped he could.
Jack Russell hadn’t succumbed to the madness behind his lycanthropy in quite sometime. In fact he had embraced it when last they spoke and had taken great strides in his resistance to it. He had even managed to gain control of numerous senses and strengths when in human form not just his wolf form. But now he was just several hundred pounds of anger and fury.
Moon Knight ducked as the werewolf’s maw snapped above his head. He pulled his modified truncheon from the small of his back, flicking it out as the grapple started to protrude from the tip and drove it straight up into the bottom of Jack’s mouth. Drool and blood flowed freely from the wound and down over Marc’s hands as he tried to drive it deeper.
Moon Knight was forced to dodge a clawed fist as it reached into toward him. He rolled over the arm and behind Jack pressing the small button releasing the cord for his grapple as he attempted to restrain his old friend. When that didn’t seem to have much effect he wrapped it around his friends throat and hoped he could at least ride his fury out until he passed out.
The werewolf’s roar shattered his hearing almost as much as the repeated blows from Jack ramming Moon Knight into the wall nearly did his ribs. The wound on his back already partially torn open from his work out now allowed blood to freely flow soaking his silvery white costume.
*****
“What is this place?” Sam Winchester asked aloud as he and his brother made their way in through the door that had been torn from its hinges.
“Come on Sammy even Shaggy and Scooby picked up on things quicker than you.” Dean shined his flashlight toward his brother as he turned around to look at him. “Creepy old abandoned mansion, werewolf on the loose? You can put those two together can’t you? This is its home, its nest, its…”
“The word you’re looking for is den, Dean. Wolves sleep in dens not a nest not a home and not a whatever it was you were trying to come up with.” Sam stepped past his brother and cleared the room with his pistol as Dean moved up to do the next the same. Both glanced at the floor making sure they were still following the blood trail from their earlier encounters with the werewolf. “Shaggy and Scooby? I suppose you’re Fred then?”
“Who else would I be. I’m strong blonde and I have the kick ass car.” Dean smiled as he stopped to look around the large room they had just entered. “You have to admit even for a seventies porno van the Mystery Machine was rockin’.”
Sam motioned to a partially hidden staircase that had been torn open. “Porno van? Do I even want to know?”
“Jinkies a clue.” Dean pulled the bookshelf away from the staircase and shown his light down the steps, the blood that pooled along the steps was still fresh. “Come on you can’t tell me you never wondered Fred did with Daphne when they were alone all the time.”
“No Dean I didn’t. Just exactly how many twisted thoughts do you have in that head of yours anyway?” Their conversation had turned to whispers as they began to hear the sounds of could have been a struggle deep below.
“Then you don’t even want to know what I would do to Velma if I’d have ever gotten my hands on her. I could have taught that minx and thing or two let me tell you.” Dean winked as he rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs leading with his pistol.
On the ground in front of them lay a naked man. His wounds already healing from the wounds they had inflicted upon him before. He was bound by a thin silver cord. His eyes were glazed over and his mouth was moving as he repeated the same thing over and over.
“What the hell happened here?” Sam knelt beside the man and looked him up and down. “What’s he saying Dean?”
“Don’t know, don’t care. We found our wolfie. It don’t matter to me who tied him up for us. Kinda sounds like Jerry Lewis is scum though.” Dean stepped up beside his brother and lowered his pistol loaded with silver bullets at the man’s heart. “And I can’t be letting someone diss the most loved comedian of the French people in history now can I? Well its either that or the whole rat pack thing.”
“He was in the rat pack wasn’t he?” Dean paused and cocked his head to the side. He glanced down at his brother and saw his eyes growing wide. Dean spun just in time to line his jaw up perfectly with Moon Knight’s fist.
Moon Knight followed through with another blow to Dean’s midsection that doubled him over and allowed Marc to grasp a hold of Dean’s wrist. A severe twist upward and a step beneath brought the arm above Moon Knight’s knee which he brought up into Dean’s elbow forcing him to release the weapon in his hand.
Sam stood as Moon Knight spun around releasing three crescent darts from his left hand as he kept control of Dean with his right hand.
Two of the crescent darts pinned Sam’s jacket to the wall behind him the third pinned his arm to his belt. “Keep reaching for your gun and the next one will take off your fingers.”
“We’re not here for trouble.” Sam froze raising his left hand to show he was not going to take any further moves. He glanced at his brother and saw that look in his eyes as he began to push past the pain in his wrist to focus on Moon Knight. He wanted to yell out don’t do it Dean but he knew he was already too late as Dean slid the blade from the sheath on his waist.
-TBC-
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