DAREDEVIL: EARTH 368
Disclaimer:
All familiar characters belong to Marvel Characters, Inc.
Note:
This occurs in the same universe as my Moon Knight 368, though it isn't particularly necessary to read MK368 first, if you have a decent idea about the 616 character, though there are noticeable differences- this Moon Knight uses any and all weaponry, for example…
PROLOGUE
Jack "Devil" Murdock was the toughest thug in the employ of New York City's Kingpin of Crime, Wilson Fisk. He was a large, muscular man, who wore a long black leather jacket and a woollen hat, pulled low over his brow. Murdock clenched a cigarette between his teeth and lit it with the stubby remains of his last smoke, tossing the now useless cig aside and taking a long, contented drag. He gazed across at his underlings, a group of street punks and the likes, all working under "The Devil", who in turn served New York City's lone crime lord, Wilson Fisk, sometimes known as The Kingpin of Crime!
He cocked his handgun confidently:
"Ready, boys. The shipment's comin'."
The men stared across the docks to a large cargo ship that had stopped around one hundred yards away. Murdock led his men towards the ship as his pager bleeped several times. Three messages. Larks, Slade and Pondexter were in position. Jack returned the signal and led the men towards the ship, guns at the ready.
"Let's do this, kiddies."
Samuel Silke, captain of the White Crown, the greatest illegal transport ship in Chicago, belonging to Leland Owlsley, the only man capable of rivalling Wilson Fisk's criminal empire. Silke sighed as he led his men from the ship into the Clinton Docks… and then he gasped in horror.
"Dammit! Guns out and ready! Fisk found us!"
Twenty odd men, armed and dangerous, were running at the ship. Silke recognised their leader, "Devil" Murdock, the Kingpin's most trusted enforcer. He swore, whipping out a revolver too late. A bullet tore into his arm and he fell back into the ship, groaning.
"Hold 'em off, you fuckwits!" He hollered, "I'm getting' us outta…"
Silke stared up. Another enforcer, the sinister Mr. Larks, stood over him, backed by ten, or twelve, men.
"Hello, Mr. Silke," Smiled Larks.
"How did you get…?"
Larks shot Silke, smiling, and Owlsley's men scattered, fearfully. Bullets ripped through the air, and the last few victims were staggering through the last escape; five terrified, sweating men, on their last legs.
Suddenly, two of them fell, throwing knives buried in their chests. The last of Wilson Fisk's "Unholy Three" of enforcers stood ten yards away… Benjamin "Bullseye" Pondexter, and ten men with machine guns.
"Enjoy your trip to Hell," He sneered and the shaking men were shot apart in a hailstorm of bullets, "That was… easy. Too easy."
Suddenly, Pondexter turned, eyes wide.
"Am I too easy for you, punk!?" The white robed figure of the Moon Knight towered over him, clutching a minigun.
"Oh, shit…"
Moon Knight opened fire with his minigun, but Pondexter was already moving, diving behind a parked lorry. Bullets tore through the other thugs and Moon Knight glided after his opponent, to the lorry, but Pondexter was… gone.
He groaned as a knife rammed into his back and the hero jerked forwards, blood flowing freely. Pondexter laughed from several metres away and ran to join his allies. He didn't notice the Moon Knight rise, unsteadily, moments later, breathing hard, and he tore the knife from his back.
"Thank you, my Lord Khonshu."
He sped towards the cargo ship and dropped down to the main battle scene as Murdock and Larks climbed into a black car with tinted windows and drove away. The vigilante charged after them, leaping and sprinting across rooftops.
Soon, he saw the two enforcers climb out and head into an old warehouse. Moon Knight slipped in through a vent and saw Wilson Fisk himself enter. Now was the time for action!
The white clad Fist of Khonshu swooped down upon his prey, firing his gun rapidly. Larks went down first, a hole blown in his chest. Fisk ran, shoving Murdock aside as a cheap shield. "The Devil" charged and went down boldly, facing the torrent of bullets, staggering into their path even as he died, his body shredded and ruined, blood everywhere.
"Dammit! Help!" Fisk was scared. Good. Moon Knight decided he would enjoy this. He blasted the minigun with perfect control, obliterating both of the bald man's kneecaps. Fisk fell on his face, and the bridge of his nose shattered.
"I'm gonna enjoy this, you fat piece of shit," He smiled, producing a long, think knife, "We can go on for hours."
He smiled darkly. This would be one HELL of a night.