Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and/or the story of Worm. But does anyone else there was a Worm graphic novel? Because I keep thinking of DC characters when I play out the story in my head, and they don't really fit that well into the plot.
1. Enter the Dragon
The rain poured down into the torrent sweeping across the harbour. The lightning raged across the sky, illuminating the fight below. Although whether the term fight could be applied to the event was debatable. What had started as an attempt to protect Kyushu from this Kaiju, a sea beast that had been given the name Leviathan, had degraded into something where the capes involved were hanging on for their bare lives as they prayed they would survive. In the midst, there was a huge blue monster controlling the waves of the ocean as if it was inside of a bathtub playing with a toy. Then it was slammed away, flames flickering across its cheek as a being seemingly more massive than it entered the fight. The new entry resembled a metal dragon, as if someone had built a metal Godzilla to protect the bays of Japan. The two colossal beasts stared each other down, their respective elements crawling across their bodies, one caressed by the very waves that had taken so many lives before, the other possessing the fire and savagery that had allowed humans to evolve beyond their peers in the plains of Africa. The crash of the thunder started their rush towards each other, red and blue swirling, meeting each other in a fooosh of steam as they traded fist for claw, tail for tail. All while the dragon continued to grow past its original height. The surrounding buildings were treated as if they were toothpicks, only there to break their flying back every time one landed a particularly hard hit. As the city was decimated, the dragon seemed to stop growing and the two titans drew even. Eventually the titan of blue retreated, but not without leaving a parting gift to the dragon. As the land the dragon had risen to protect was sunken, the only sound anyone for miles around could hear was the roar of anger and grief of a rapidly shrinking dragon.
The eyes of a man reclining in a worn but clean La-z-boy snapped open as he heard the door to his personal office open. He straightened the chair and turned towards the intruder. He was greeted with a mask grinning from ear to ear, soon replaced by a stern Asian face that stared dead into his eyes without any emotion whatsoever.
"Lee." The voice was deep, as if it echoed through his chest before exiting his mouth. "What is it?"
"The casino was robbed." The answer was short, emotionless as before. "They say it was a group called the Undersiders."
The man straightened his back and sighed, racking his brain for any information that he could remember about the Undersiders. Then he remembered and sighed again. "Those children? Why would they steal from my territory, they're small fries." It was rhetorical.
"No-one knows why." Lee hadn't got it. "The men are waiting for you"
The man rose from the chair, showing the tattoos depicting his powers carved into his back and arms. "Very well. Let me get ready."
Oni Lee bowed and walked out, his mask firmly secured onto his face once more. Lung, turned to a wall and wrenched open a loose panel. The whole wall folded away showing a row of shelves containing gear and ornate hand-crafted masks. He picked up a blank cracked mask, the paint having washed off, leaving the crack Leviathan had left behind and put on.
In an alleyway
There was a gathering of Asian gang members all wearing different outfits, but wearing the same colours of red and green. They were hanging around, waiting for the one who had ordered their attendance. Some were smoking, while others gathered around exchanging news about the happenings around Brockton Bay. There was stillness in the air as two men wearing masks entered the alley. As they passed their subordinates, every one of them snapped to attention and waited. Lung stood in the exact middle of the street and turned and started to speak.
"You all know why I called you here. These Undersiders, these capes, these children have stolen my casino. My territory has been breached. This cannot stand. Find them, capture them, but don't kill them. They would not have stolen from me without reason. I will rip their reasons from their mouths myself. Make sure they can talk." The gang members started spreading out in numbers of twos and threes. When only Lung and only Oni Lee remained, he spoke it. "Make sure that Black Kaze doesn't find out about this. There's no need to kill children."
Lee bowed and collapsed into ash.
"You can come out now little girl," he turned his head up to the top of the lowest building, "I swear I won't kill you."
Author's Note: This was a brain child of mine while reading Firefly by Shujin1 and The Art of War by SixPerfections. Most fics show Lung to be just a brute and typical gang leader, but I thought that since he's Asian, shouldn't his shard represent the Celestial/Chinese dragons rather than the western dragons? So this is what I ended up with. Please Review!