The Phantom of the Night

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Chapter One

Jason Monroe sat in his warhouse office reading an Email. As he stretched out his arms he looked through the office window at the warehouse packed with crates of drugs, just imported from abroad. Scattered around the crates were five men armed with AK47's keeping out any snoopers. Their shift was going to end in a few hours. Monroe felt his eyes getting heavier and he was about to fall asleep when a terrible scream split through the air. Snapped out his tiredness Monroe ran to the office door, reaching for the gun in his coat, and ran into the warehouse.

'What's going on?' he shouted at a clustering of his men. When he saw what they were looking at all the colour drained from his face and he almost dropped his gun 'Christ.'

One of his men was suspended in the air six feet above the floor. The surviving four men were looking up at him and one was trying to get him down. A closer look showed that he wasn't floating but was hanging. A noose was wrapped around his neck and it was attached to one of the beams that ran across the room. Normally a sight like that wouldn't worry Monroe. He'd seen worse, hell, he'd even done worse to men before. But the fact that onbe of his men was hung meant one thing.

'He's here,' Monroe silently whispred as the lights went out.

When the lights vanished his men were about to panic. They knew what was coming.

'The Phantom's here!' he yelled at his men. 'Spread out and find him! Ten grand to the man who kills him!'

His men turned on their torches and they began to search the warehouse.

Jack Reyse clutched his AK tightly as he stretched his head around a corner made by the maze of crates. His eyes had more or less adjusted to the darkness but it was still hard to see. He heard footsteps behind him.

'Zack is that you?' he asked.

He didn't get an answer.

'Zach?'

He felt the noose fall over his head and tighten around his neck. Panic seized him as his breathing was cut off. He felt breath touch his neck from behind.

'Keep your hand at the level of your eyes,' a voice hissed at him as he felt the rope pull him up to the roof.

As he came close to passing out he pulled the trigger of his gun but he didn't hit anything.

Zach heard the gunfire and he started running towards it. Ahead of him was a corner in the crates. He was nearly there when a figure in black with a ghostly white face stepped in front of him. Zach tried stopping but the dark man pointed his hand at him and he felt something tighten around his neck. A rope. Zach pointed his AK at the man and was about to fire when the dark man pointed a metal tube at the gun. Acid sprayed all over the gun destroying it and splattering onto Zachs hand. Zach couldn't scream. He was frozen with fear as the rope pulled him up to the roof.

Dan ran towards the warehouse doors to escape. He was almost there. Then he tripped on something. He dropped his gan and couldn't see it anywhere. Before he could push himself up a foot smashed into his face. His front teath broke and he was sent sprawling backwards. The last thing he saw was a man with a ghostly white face wrapping a noose around his neck.

Hugh walked slowly forwards, his gun pointed directly ahead of him.

'Came and get it you son of a bitch,' he hissed at nothing.

A pain sliced through his back and pushed straight through him out of his chest. He looked at the tip of the sword that was thrust straight through him. His sword fell to the ground as a noose was wrapped around his neck.

Monroe had piled everything in his office against the door. Holding his hand gun tight in his hand he pointed it at the door waiting for the Phantom. Then a ghostly singing drifted through the air like a winters wind.

Why so silent good messuire?

Did you think I would not come for you?

You will answer me messuire.

Where were the drugs going?

'IF I TELL YOU HE'LL KILL ME!'

'If you don't tell me I'll kill you slowly.'

'NO!'

'Yes.'

An cloud of spinning red smoke filled the room blinding Monroe for a second but a second was all it took for the Phantom. Charging out of the cloud he swung a fist into Monroes face sending hin crashing through the office window and into the warehouse. He was sprawled out on the floor as the Phantom calmly stepped towards him. Monroe got his first good look at the vigilante who all of Paris feared. He wore a ghostly white face mask that covered his entire face, apart from his mouth. He had no eyes, they were covered by the mask. The Phantom wore some type of black combat armour with a black cape draped around him.

The Phantom threw a few shards of broken glass onto Monroes hand and then stomped the heel of his boot onto the criminals hand. Monroe screamed as the glass tore at his flesh. Blood spilled onto the floor around his hand and he cried

'I'LL TALK!' he shouted. 'The drugs were for a man named Mister Coal!'

'Where is this Mister Coal?' the Phantom asked, his voice sending shivers up Monroes spine.

'I don't know.'

The Phantom twisted his heel driving the glass deeper into Monroes hand.

'I think you're telling the truth. I will find Mister Coal and kill him.'

The Phantom took his heel off Monroe's hand and steppe back one pace.

'He'll kill me for this,' monroe whimpered as he clutched his hand.

'No he won't,' the Phantom told Monroe. 'I will.'

Before Monroe could move the Phantom aimed his hand at the man and a rope flew through the air at Monroe. One end wrapped itself around his neck whle the other flew up to the roof. As Monroe was pulled up by the Punjab Lasso the last word he heard were spojen by the Phantom.

'Many are surprised to learn that my lasso kills with great speed. Consider it a mercy.'

The Phantom waited for a few moments until Monroe had stopped twitching and then he turned to leave. Another typical nights work.