Chapter 1: Lazarus
Authors Note: This is going to be based on the popular Netflix show's Daredevil, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage and Iron Fist. This will be the first chapter featuring what I want for future characters. I hope you all enjoy and I will leave a description down below.
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel's shows.
Another day, another nickel.
You would think with all the trouble going on in the world that regular Joes like Jerry Jacobs would be able to make a decent dollar, but no, even with billionaire playboys with their robot suits and super soldier world war two vets fighting the corruption in the world there was still someone keeping their boot on their throats.
Right now he was taking the bus to Hell's Kitchen to work his night time job as a bouncer at the newest strip club, The Devil's kiss. Then tomorrow he would work his security job at Rand Enterprises.
It wasn't the ideal life, but it was all he knew and all he could work. After a half-hour on the bus he finally made it to the gaudy nightclub. The building was like a small mansion and it was lit up with red neon signs with a silly image of a slender devil woman in a two piece and puckered lips. The inside was even tackier with everything glowing red. The least pretty dancers were in golden cages hanging above the floor while the second best dancers worked the floor. The choice women were in the center stage and they were the ones who drove the crowd mad. They were the goddesses of the place, but the real goddess who owned the building was a woman by the name of, Iris Vixen.
Jerry didn't know much about her and he didn't want to know anything about her as long as she pays him to keep the forbidden fruit safe she can call herself Satan for all he cares.
He made his way to the men's locker room where he could change into his work uniform, his black shirt and pants and his stupid devil horns. After he got changed he closed his locker and noticed that one of the other bouncer's was talking to some Asian looking man in a nice suit he has never seen before. It was funny because only employees were only allowed back in the locker room. He also heard them mention the name Sarah and Kelly. He didn't know Sarah very well, but Kelly was a nice enough girl to say 'hi' to you when you walked by.
The bouncer then stopped talking to the suit when he noticed Jerry looking at them.
"Something on your mind, Jacobs?" He asked.
"No, David, nothing at all." Jerry said. He stood up and left the locker room to patrol the floor and protect the girls. Every now and again he would look up at the second floor and notice the boss lady looking down on them from her office window.
She was a beautiful woman, but Jerry never really liked the way she would look at people. It was almost like she could see their deepest secrets you wouldn't even tell your priest during confession. She always closely examined her girls like she was eyeing up a prized dog and she would have Jerry and some of the other bouncers stand with her outside the club while she dealt with some shady characters. Rumor was that she was working with Wilson Fisk, before he went to prison.
Jerry thought she was a beautiful woman though.
She usually wore black dresses that showed off just the right amount of curves and cleavage. She wore too much eyeliner for his taste though, but what did he care, it would be a cold day in hell before he got himself an honest woman.
After eight hours of watching beautiful women dancing for the pigs, Jerry got on a bus and went back to his shitty little apartment. It was a modest little building in between the slums and finer parts of town.
He fumbled with the locks on his door and stepped inside before locking them again. He hated this part of the day, sitting around in a quiet apartment with nothing to do. T.V was no option either since all he ever saw was the same old shit about Iron Man and Captain America and if it wasn't them it was Daredevil or Luke Cage making headlines across New York.
Every day it was something new or someone new for someone out there, but every day it was the same for Jerry. Protecting some stripper from some bum or chasing away some bum from Rand Enterprises. It didn't matter to him though. He had no education or ambition. He just lived an average life like most people.
Almost like most people.
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The next night at Devils Kiss he noticed that a few of the backup dancers were not in their cages like last time. He just assumed they were sick or late, but what were the odds that all four of them called in at the same time. Something was wrong.
Without wasting another second he stormed up to the boss's office and he was immediately stopped by her two body guards. Both of them were dressed in suits one whit and one black and both of them were bald headed twins.
He just called white suit Heckle and black suit Jeckle.
"What is your business with Lady Blackwell?" Heckle asked.
"She did not summon you, so you have no reason to be here." Jeckle stated.
"Good to know, but I want to know why most of the girls are gone." Jerry snapped. "Two of those girls I know, Sarah and Kelly. They don't have anywhere to go and they are never late for their shift."
"That is none of your business." Heckle said in a warning tone.
"The hell it isn't." Jerry snapped.
"Gentlemen," A calm and soothing voice spoke over the intercom. "Let our employee in."
The door buzzed and Jeckle allowed Jerry to go in, he even opened the door for him. Jerry pushed past him and stepped into her office, which was the size of a penthouse. The floors were black tiled and her walls were a shade of deep red that almost looked like they were on fire.
"Sorry for those two, they are quite protective of me." She said while pouring a bottle of brandy into two glasses. "You're Jerry Jacobs, right?"
"Yes," He said. "Now where are those girls, they didn't call in, so don't bullshit me. I know that David mentioned their names and now a day later they are gone. That is no coincidence."
"Hmm, curiosity is no sin, but one should take caution." She handed him a glass of brandy and he took it, letting his craving for booze get the better of him. He slammed the whole glass before setting it on her desk. She smiled and she set her glass down next to his. "Yes, I had David take the girls out back and sedate them. My men outside are about to prep the van right now where they will be taken and sold to the Cartel."
"Why?" He asked.
"They're not really enthusiastic about what they do and like you they may have seen and heard some things they shouldn't have and like you they have no place in my establishment. Just like you." She snickered.
"So, you plan on killing me as well?" He smiled back. "Not fucking likely."
Jerry grabbed the glass on the desk and smashed it into shards and he held one of the broken shards up against her neck. That was when he started to feel dizzy. Blackwell smacked the shard out of his hand and in another second she flipped him over her shoulder and onto the hard floor.
"Couldn't hold your liquor love?" She snickered.
"Bitch…" Jerry groaned before everything went black.
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Everything was rocking when Jerry started to come too. He was still dizzy from the brandy, but he could tell that from the rumbling and street noise he was in that van Blackwell mentioned. He looked up, but was blinded by a passing streetlight. His head was pounding from what that woman drugged him with. He tried to rub the blurriness from his eyes, but he found out that his hands were taped behind his back and his legs were taped as well. That's when he started to hear the faint sounds of sobbing and whimpering.
"What happened?" He grumbled to no one in particular.
"They threw you in here after they were done with us. We heard them say they were going to sell you to someone named the doctor." One of the dancers sobbed.
"Doctor?" He groaned. "Shit, that can't be good."
"No shit!" A different woman snapped.
"Quiet back there!"
"Oh so sorry," Jerry snapped. "I'm just not use to being drugged and stuffed into the back of a van with four weeping innocent girls, asshole!"
"You should never have come up to Lady Blackwell's office." Heckle told Jerry from the passenger seat. "But look on the bright side. Next to the two hundred thousand dollars we are getting for the girls we are getting an extra fifty grand for you. Once the doctor gets a hold of you, he is going to carve you up like a Thanksgiving turkey and he is going to sell your organs for the highest bidder."
"Ah, hence the name, doctor." Jerry stated sarcastically. He shuffled around on his back while the girls sat around him with their legs crunched up to their chest. They had their legs tapped together as well as their wrist, but their hands were free. He looked around when he noticed Kelly was facing his back.
He shifted around in order to get a feel around his lower back. He smiled when he felt the metal bulge of his switchblade still clipped on his belt. Jerry looked over his shoulder at Kelly and nodded down at his lower back.
She looked at him through her tear stained eyes confused, so he had to enlighten her to his idea. He wiggled his arms up and down rapidly against his lower back mouthing the word, 'Knife', over and over again.
She finally understood and reached down slowly and carefully lifted up the edge of his red hoodie and grabbed the small metal object from his belt. She tried to keep her hands steady as she unfolded the blade. Once it was ready, Kelly slipped the knife through his restraints and she started cutting until the tape started to tear through and he was able to break free. He took the knife from her and worked on his ankles and soon after he started to work on the girls as well.
It wasn't long before the van pulled over and the two stepped out.
"Okay, I'll keep them busy." He explained. "You guys get out of this van and get the hell out of here and try to flag someone down."
"I hope you all are ready to meet your knew masters, because you have sponged off Lady Blackwell for too long."
The doors only opened an inch before Jerry burst through, knocking both men down on the ground. He noticed Heckle was unarmed, but Jeckle had a submachine gun. Jerry lunged at him and grabbed it by the barrel and turned it towards Heckle.
The gun went off, but Heckle hid behind the van for cover avoiding the bullets. The girls screamed and they all started to run away only to be held up at gunpoint by Heckle. He led them back into the van while Jerry and Jeckle fought for the gun, until Jeckle knocked the gun away and kicked it away.
Jerry quickly swung his knife at Jeckle, but he blocked his attack and twisted his wrist causing Jerry to yell in pain and drop the knife. Jerry let out a snarl and tackled Jeckle in his stomach and slammed him against the side of the van. Jerry started slamming his knee into Jeckle's stomach, but he managed to push away from Jerry and sent a right hook across his face breaking his nose.
Jerry covered his nose and ran around the van to get a quick breather only to come face to face with Heckle's magnum. He started to back away, but stopped when he felt another magnum pressed against his right temple.
"Better luck next time, sport." Heckle chuckled before firing a round into Jerry's skull, Jeckle did the same and Jerry's body was now lying on the pavement in the outskirts of New York with a mangled face.
Both body guards did a twirl with their magnums and holstered them in their coat pockets as they made their way to the back of the van. The girls were all horrified at this point and they didn't want to do anything else to anger the two men. They opened the door and smiled at their scared cargo.
"Now, maybe you all will think twice before disobeying Lady Blackwell." Heckled chuckled before looking down at his watch. "They're late, go grab the body and I'll give them a call. I need to tell the Doctor that his carcass will need to be put on ice."
Jeckle rolled his eyes and went around the van to retrieve the body, but when he got to the spot the body was gone. There was nothing there but a large puddle of blood and some bits of brain. He also noticed that his machine gun from earlier was nowhere to be found.
"Yang!" He shouted.
"What is it, Yin!" His brother shouted back.
"He's gone!"
"What do you mean he-" He couldn't finish his sentence when he witnessed what his brother was talking about. The two stood side by side and they started to look around for their corpse only to find nothing.
They both jumped when they heard a thump on top of the van. They both pulled out their magnums and looked up only to be peppered in gunfire from Jerry and his machine gun. They were both filled with led and fell dead on the ground. Jerry quickly hopped off the van and the girls started crowding around him. Kelly approached him.
"I thought you were dead." Kelly whimpered.
"No such luck, but look." Jerry pointed at a couple of black vans heading their way. "I guess those are the cartel these two were talking about."
"What do we do?" She asked.
"Hide," Jerry noticed his clip was empty, but also tapped to another one for speed loading. He quickly reloaded and told the girls to take cover behind some scrapped cars as he went up to the driver seat of the van. He found a similar machine gun sitting on the passenger side seat and retrieved it. Now all he needed to do was wait.
The two black vans pulled up and five men stepped out two of them had brief cases and the other two had shot guns. The last man had a surgical kit. They were surprised to find their benefactors laying on the ground and full of holes and worst of all no cargo to show for it.
"What the hell happened here?" The doctor shouted.
"Someone must have gotten the jump on them." One of the guards snapped as he approached the van. "Maybe it was the Punisher."
Their conversation was cut short by a barrage of gunfire. Jerry was firing both machine guns at the cartel members, killing all of them. His guns ran dry and he looked over all of the girls.
"You guys okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, thanks to you." Kelly smiled.
"Yeah, you're a real hero." Sarah said in a shaky voice.
"I just killed a group of Cartel members and human traffickers." He explained. He approached the bodies and Kelly didn't like how he was rooting around the dead body's clothes and pulled out their wallets, watches and rings. "I'm a greedy little punk who just didn't like seeing women getting hurt."
"You mean you only helped us because we were women?" She asked.
"Yeah, hell if that crazy bitch didn't put you in those stupid cages I probably wouldn't have noticed at all." Jerry commented offhandedly while looking through the briefcases. "He wasn't wrong. Two hundred G's in these cases total."
He picked up one of the cases and handed it to the girls.
"Take this and one of the vans and get out of town. It won't be long before someone comes looking for these guys. I took fifty grand out the rest is yours."
"Why did you give us so much?" Sarah asked.
"You need it more than I do. Now go." Jerry grunted.
He stormed off to one of the vans and hopped into the driver's seat. He waited for all the girls to get into the van and once they were in he watched them all drive off into the night and away from New York.
Jerry started the engine and he was ready to haul ass back into New York, but he jumped when the passenger side door opened and Kelly sat down next to him. What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"What are you doing?" She snapped.
"I'm going home and thinking about what to do about that bitch that nearly killed us!" He snapped at her.
"Good, I want in then!" She snapped back.
"Kelly, I can't focus on her and you at the same time."
"Too bad, I just told the girls to go and unless you are going leave me here half naked and penniless I suggest you turn this van around and take us back home.
Jerry stared at her for the longest time before turning the key and starting up the van. "Buckle up and let's go."
She did as she was told and they both drove off into the sparkling lights of New York.
(A/N)
Okay so that was the start of what's to come. I hope you all enjoyed it. Here are the requirements I am looking for.
Name: Both real and alias if you want.
Age
Sex
Race
Personal traits: Eye color, hair color, hair style, scars, straight or gay, (I am no one to judge) and any special type of ability. Just nothing too crazy like the avengers just a simple ability that makes them above the average human. Something like Luke Cage or mystic like Iron Fist.
Personality: If you want to give them a conscious go ahead, but I'm looking for people who are in it for money as well.
Clothes or outfit if they have an alter ego.
Skills
Gear: range from guns and knives or something they had custom made. Example: Daredevils clubs or Nobu's blade and chain.
Backstory
