So this my own original series known as the Spectator. I will upload a chapter every week. WARNING: Gore is present in this series and sensitive subject such as kidnapping is the trope for one of the characters. You have been warned! I didn't want to stay away from this sort of thing just to please everyone. This is how I imagined the story would play out.
Now, I have stated in the disclaimer that this has no relation to Batman. I used the characters from that to create my own. For example, Physiatrist is based off Scarecrow. If you came here for a Batman FanFic, you're going to be disappointed. I do realise that this might go against the idea of FanFiction but I can't be the first to do this. I just want to share my work and hopefully get some feedback if I ever decide to publish this somehow.
Finally, I do want constructive feedback. I plan on using this story somewhere like a game or book. I do appreciate it and I respect the people who don't just say "OMG this is sooo bad kill yourself". Please be civil and help me to create a better story.
Thanks for reading (if you did) and please enjoy. See you at the bottom!
Chapter 1
Dark Night
The boy stumbled out of the alleyway, blood covering his hands. He looked back in horror at the two men that lay in the darkness.
Dark hair covered the boy's green eyes. His usually white shirt was covered by blood. Black trousers were masked by mud. His face, while quite bland and normal, had a large range of emotions. Anger, confusion but above all, fear.
Seconds earlier, the boy had witnessed a man come out of the shadows and murder his father. The boy took the knife and killed the murderer with it. The look of fear on the murderer's face was not something that he would forget anytime soon.
The boy made his way to his house, hoping that no one would see him and question why he was drenched in the colour of death. Thankfully, the streets were deserted.
He got into the house and sat down, taking off the stained shirt. His head was hung, resting in his hands at what he had just done and what he had seen. The idea that he had stolen someone's life away, even if they did the same thing, was just so wrong to him. His mind rejected the idea.
The school bell rang for lunch and the boy slung his bag over his shoulder. He walked out of the classroom and frowned as another student was reading a newspaper.
"Physiatrist strikes again! Last night, two men were found dead in an alleyway, one with the mark of Physiatrist. The streets are no longer safe."
The boy sighed as he continued walking. His eyes looked over at a group of students who were laughing at some sort of joke. He wished that he knew how to laugh, but he seemed to have forgotten.
The lunch hall was packed as usual so the boy headed for his tutor room. He sat down and took out his lunch as another group walked in. "So Trinity, what are you doing afterschool?"
The girl known as Trinity sighed. She was a pretty girl with long brown hair and soft brown eyes. "I've told you before, and I'll tell you again, I'm not going to go out with you Harry. I don't like you at all."
"Come on, you know you like me really." Harry grinned. "But I'm getting tired of being rejected all the time so soon you better open up to me or I'll-"
The boy stood up. "Do you have to come in here every time you have a conversation like this?"
Harry looked over. "Well if it isn't Light. How are you doing buddy?"
Light frowned. "Not too well seeming as I can't eat my lunch in peace wherever I go. Also, for the past two weeks, Trinity has told you no. So why don't you open your ears and listen?"
Light saw Trinity smile slightly. Harry's face was like stone. He punched Light across the face who staggered backwards. "Seems I'll have to teach you a lesson in respect."
Light felt a fist get driven into his stomach and he fell to the floor. Harry began kicking him as he struggled to get up.
"Stop!" Trinity got in between them. "Leave him alone, alright!?"
Harry spat at Light before walking off with his friends. Trinity helped Light up and sat him in a chair. "Thanks." Light smiled as he took in deep breaths.
"No, thank you." Trinity smiled back. "I've been getting harassed by him for ages. By the way, I'm sorry about your dad."
"It's alright, we didn't see eye-to-eye all the time so we argued a lot." Light sighed. He looked down at his hands and saw the blood there. "I will miss him though."
"So is your mum coping?" Trinity sat down opposite him. Light looked down. "Oh, sorry…"
"Don't worry about it." Light took out a sketchbook and began finishing a drawing of a mask. Trinity looked at it and shook her head. "I'm making my own character for a book."
"Looks sort of looks like superhero with the design of the suit." Trinity smiled as she stood up. "Well I guess I'll see you around. And seriously, thank you for earlier."
"No problem." Light nodded at her. He watched her go out and smiled. He turned back to his drawing and looked at the mask of red and black.
School was soon over and Trinity began walking home. She saw Light go towards his bus and smiled. She felt like he could be trusted with a lot. Trinity began walking away from school, not realising someone was following her.
Trinity turned into a quiet country lane that very few people walked along. She very rarely met someone while going along it but that also meant that she could think without interruption.
As she got to the halfway point, someone grabbed her arm and slammed her against the wall. Trinity was stunned and white dots danced in front of her eyes. She closed them to regain her vision and when she did, she opened them to see a group of boys from her school.
"Sorry girl, but there's someone who you owe an apology to." One of the boys said as they dragged her away.
"HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE-" A hand covered her mouth as she was lifted up and carried away.
Please, you lot aren't the brightest. She bit the hand that prevented her speech and lifted her leg up, her boot colliding with one of their groins. The other boy who was holding her pulled back his fist but someone drove his own into his stomach.
Light panted as he stood between Trinity and the group of bullies. "Move on before I call the police."
"Sorry lover boy, but that girl needs to talk to Harry otherwise he's going to go nuts." The boy who got kicked in the groin stood back up. "Trust me, you don't want to see him when he's angry."
"I'm sure I don't, but that doesn't mean you have to basically kidnap this girl." Light regained his breath. "I don't know why no one does this, but ask first and take the answer you get."
The boy gestured to his friends and they began walking off. Light turned to Trinity who smiled. "Thank you so much. That was quite a shock. By the way, why were you stalking me too?"
"I knew they were going to try and get you to speak to Harry and he was going to force you to be with him." Light sighed. "I overheard them in D.T. I don't like to be a stalker but the things they were discussing…" He shuddered.
"Hey, at least they didn't get too far." Trinity moved closer to him. "No offence, but do you have many friends?"
"No."
"Well you have one now." Trinity embraced him. "I'll see you around." She went off towards her house. He's one weird kid. I guess I feel sorry for him. He's hasn't shown any pain and has helped me twice in one day. She looked back at Light but he was already gone.
Light went down into his basement and logged onto his computer. He felt tears fall from his eyes. He sent someone a message.
How do I get the training?
It's hard to find, but if you do, you'll be unstoppable.
Just tell me.
Go to Halward Street tonight.
Light put a microwavable meal in the microwave and waited for it to cook. He then looked at the helmet that lay on the table.
If held by the point, it would look like a tear drop. But in reality, it was to completely cover the back of his head. The front was an open hole which was reserved for a sheet of glass that was coming soon. Another hole was on the bottom with an adjustable size so Light could put it on and then keep it securely on his head.
Light looked at this helmet. His dad had brought it at a car boot sale and was slightly scratched. He began wiping the dust off of it and sighed. "I saved someone from some sort of grief, but can you really expect me to save everyone?"
A knock came from the front door and Light answered it. It was the sheet of red glass he had been waiting for. He thanked the deliverer and went back inside. He got out a blowtorch and began moulding the glass to the helmet. He waited for it to be set and then put it on his head, seeing the world in a red hue. At first, it reminded him of the blood but then he remembered, the world is a cruel place that had more blood touch its stone than darkness during the night.
Light took off the mask. "I will try my best to watch over the world and save them. I will be the One who watches All. I will become the Spectator."
Well that's Chapter 1. I will try to upload a chapter a week. I will say that I have completed this book already so don't expect changes in this one. The next two will have any changes that I think will improve the story. See you next week (if you're there)!
