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Posted by Moon Knight
on 4/8/2009, 5:32 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
“He cut out his tongue Dean…” Sam Winchester whispered to his brother. “He didn’t get him medical attention or even take him in!. He’s supposed to be a hero. What kind of hero is that?”
Dean frowned at his brother who’s voice was getting loud for his comfort. “My kinda of hero.” Dean Winchester wandered through the lower levels of the mansion as his brother stood nearby. “I’ve got to tell you I’m digging the whole abandoned Mansion vibe you’ve got going on here. I could definitely get used to this kinda life.”
Sam looked at his brother, his brows furrowed as he was noticeably uncomfortable. His voice was barely a whisper. “Dean…”
Dean moved over toward where Marc sat at a work bench. “So M K what’s next on the agenda?”
Marc did not answer he only lowered his welding goggles and fired up the torch.
“Oooookay?” Dean shrugged his shoulders and turned toward Jack Russell. “What’s his malfunction?”
“Don’t take it personally Dean.” Jack offered a smile. “He is not known for his people skills, but he is a devoted friend and I can guarantee that you are one of his now.”
“I don’t know if I want on that ride or not.” Dean spoke a little louder to make sure Marc heard what he said next. “I’m starting to think Mooney is the correct rhyme for looney.”
“You would be surprised how close you are to the truth young man.” They turned to see a new comer to the stage. An older man with long stringy hair and circular sunglasses stood at the door. His suit was worn and dirty as if he had been living on the streets but was just trying to put on an air of importance.
“Crawley!” Jack stepped across the floor and extended his hand. “It’s been awhile old man.”
Crawley did not take Jack’s offered hand. “Yes it has…”
Jack squinted at the old man before nodding and turning to the Winchester brothers. “Come on kids lets get you two out of here.”
“Kids?” Dean watched Sam follow Jack up the long winding stair case. “I don’t know about Sammy here but I’ve slept with a woman and everything. Killed a vampire. Hell even a werewolf or two…”
Crawley watched them leave he waited until the sarcastic ones voice trailed off into silence. He turned to Marc who was still busy at work on his welding. “You know by now I won’t give up on you like the rest. Ignore me if you want but I’ll still be here.”
Marc flicked off the torch, raised his goggles and turned toward his new guest. “What have you got for me Crawley?”
An Old Warehouse Facility, Long Island
Toro’s arms pulled himself along the platform. His sight was long gone from his eyes and now his voice gone from his lips. His hand latched a hold of his coco macaque and when he felt the jagged end a tear formed in his white eyes. Not from sadness but from utter rage as he thought about what Moon Knight had done to him.
A popping noise he was very familiar with from his time in his makeshift home alerted him that he was not alone. “Who’s there?” was what he intended to say but it came out as a gargle of blood and saliva.
When no answer came he used his broken staff to move himself into a sitting position. He began shouting even though he could form no words.
Toro felt the presence even though he could not see it. His other senses highly attuned from his lack of vision. He crawled forward not realizing he had come so close to the edge of the platform. His hand slipped and as he reached out with the other he found his freshly cut tongue. A raspy chuckle escaped his blood soaked lips he fell to the floor several feet below.
He heard a soft landing beside him followed by several foot steps as his mysterious guest approached. “Oo urr orse.” He spat a mixture of fluids from his mouth at the sounds of the foot steps.
His guest stood above him staring down at the broken man known as Toro. He had been hunting him for some time. It was not pleasurable to have his target so weakened before he had his way with him. But far be it from him to look a gift horse in the mouth. He removed a pistol from one of numerous holsters beneath his trench coat and pointed it at Toro.
Several seconds of pure torture passed for Toro until he heard the mystery man speak. “Blam.” Toro tilted his head back and almost had time to laugh at what he thought was a joke before the man squeezed the trigger.
A flicker of light reflected off an item to the man’s right and he stepped away from the dead body of Toro. He dropped into a crouch and lifted something silver from the dirt floor. His black glove wiped the grime away from it and he turned it over in his palm.
A smile came to his face beneath the mask as he recognized the shape of a crescent dart.
-TBC-
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