Chapter 1 The Dark Knight
Texas. The biggest state in the U.S.A. Host to some of the many radical events that would only be 2nd to the likes of New York. But tonight would bring that opinion to a halt, if only it was known to the public. It was a dark night in the city of Huston Texas, the air was crisp from its regular drought season, and the clouds had looked as if a paint brush was swayed across the sky.
11:00 PM
As the night began to grow longer, darkness finally showed its disgusting form. Out in an alley a grown man disguised with the night was occupying a woman with what the man considered was his prize, but no men goes to take a woman's possession without collateral. The woman was consumed with fear as she eyed the 9 milimeter in her distracted eye sight. " Is that all you have little lady? If not, you had better spill your tongue before I disemble it for you with no extra cost." The man could only glare at this pathetic excuse for what he considered " rich bitch ". He had no regrets nor shame of this act he was pulling. Afterall there would be no audience to boo him. The woman looked into the harsh un-readible eyes of the gunman, and could only tear up with the utmost humility. In her mind she hoped that the lord could find her a good home if she was to walk the road tonight. " Please... I have nothing left to give you. So p-p-please let me be." Clouded judgement made the man mock her plea. " You really think I'm an idiot don't you? A fuckin idiot? See here I don't play cops and robbers..." He sneered and exaulted a fluid of disrespect to her feminime face which couldv blended with her own flowing fountain. "I simply do my job." Extendinding his arm to the posistion of the lord's work, he cocked his weapon into assurance of his deed to be done. But simoutaneously, white streaks of lightning boomed across the sky with a flash that could blind the malevolent Medussa. And in that flash the woman vanished out into the road. " Aw hell no you little-" A flash once again induced itself into the man's eye sight, and rain began to pour from the dark heavens. The woman had disappeared from his view. As he scouted to see where she traversed her direction, the ground began to create a mist which then morphed to a clogged fog. "What in the? Hey it's not supposed to get foggy that quick!... Hell it's wasnt even supposed to rain!" But his cries of confusion were ingnored and the unatural phenomenon continued through the night. But soon that phenomenon showed a shadow of no doubts, no mercy, and no regrets. Then his state of confusion had come a sudden halt. He heard footsteps that echoed with the night. " Oh are you kiddin me? There was a witness?!" Drawing up his rage with his 9 milimeter he pulled the trigger, the sound of footsteps was silenced. "Yeah motherfucker! Thats what happens when you mess with a man who's packin heat!" He began to approach what he thought was his victim, but then the footsteps resumed it's echoing march. The man's eyes widened with disbelief. "Wha... What in the Hell!?" As the footsteps grew more evidently closer, so was the silouette of the man that resumed with the night unatural happenings. He was frozen with fear, but yet with awe and anticipation. The silouette began to take form in front of his eyes. It resembled a tall being, wearing a westen hat and long black hair that flowed down its forshadowed back and torso. The form came to a halt and just stood there with the pelting rain and fog embellishing the atmosphere. Before the man questioned the identity of the unknown being standing before him, a flash once again boomed but illumenated the being's eyes. Which resented a pure empty glaring white, as if from the undead. But the man took this road in the wrong direction. "Ha! Really? Your gonna try to freak me out with your eyes? Well news flash weirdo, I aint buying!" Once again the man drew his pistol and released a spiraling bullet to the unknown. Which then keeled over into seemingly death. "Oh my god you really were a deadman ha ha ha!" He made is way to his new victim. And what he saw pleased him. It was a man. A man that had a pale tan to his skin with long flowing black hair. His eyes were unmistakingly accompaning black eyeliner. His body structure towered to seemingly height of 7 ft with a frame of good shape but showing a crippling covered his arms with hands that were constricted in MMA fighting gloves. He wore a trenchcoat that draped with a curtain of a black chrome with a black muscle shirt which was conjoined with straps and tights with weird symbols of caskets and a T with an X crossing through, while also sporting a pair of laced black boots. To the gunman and probably any other living being, he needed help. What pleased him the most was the damage that was done. A hole was incinerated through the chest with blood spilling from his flesh wound. As the man turned to walk away from his comitted sin, the body suddenly sat up with eyes flaring with anger. Picking himself up, turned to see the criminal walk away, unsespecting of his sudden "rebirth". Still glaring, he raised his arms aruptly into the air. And with flash of resounding lightning, a fountain of fire emitted in front of the horrified gunman who accidentaly threw his gun into the flames which exploded in the engulfing flames. Sweat poured down his now timid face as he turned around to see the deadman staring at him in a silent faze. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!?" He stared down his scared prey and gave a clear and solid answer that could be heard from a million miles. "Your judgement of fate." With that he grasped the man's throat, clenching the oxygen from his airwaves. "Ack...no no no ..ugh, stop please! sh-sh-show m-m-mercy!" The deadman nodded his head rejectedly while gritting his teeth in anger and pleasure, lifting him off th ground as if he was to be hanged from an invisible rope. Then suddenly thrusting his arm down to the ground, crashing the gunman's anatomy with the crushed concrete. He cried out in pain as internal bleeding swept though the canal of the punished man's mouth. Eyes bloodshot with pain, he breathed no more. And as the deadman walked away he disappeared along with the un-natural weather, as if the events never happened. It's only evidence was the broken gunman centered into the broken concrete.