The Whisper Vs. The Dark Dimension
The night air feel cooling on his white and green striped suit, on top of the empire state building there sat a boy of the unlucky numbers on elevators and superstition. He looked down from millions of buildings to peer down at tiny ants of humanity: he sighed, "Another night, another watch." He rolled his arms and stretched them over his head, hearing a satisfying pop he relaxed.
This isn't what normal kids would do on a typical Friday night; sure, they would go to parties, hang out with buds, or play video games all night. Nope, not him, since he acquired the suit he hit the boot. Now he didn't earn it from Iron Man, he made it; the suit was a bit faulty since it couldn't keep the nipping chill coming in from the east, but it did its job: keeping his identity a secret.
He brushed a piece of brown hair from his mask, the black glass covered the hazel greens he was admired for. Besides the quiet night he felt something big was going to happen, that's when a faint alarm went off.
"Finally," He beamed as he stood up, he took a few steps back and took off, getting to the edge he jumped and fell squealing. The air rushed passed by his ears, the suit stuck tighter to his thin body as he picked up speed, the streets filled with a rainbow of rushing cars and people walking to God knows where. There was no splat, no random scream of an onlooker; his feet planted itself on a streetlight. "Nailed it." Still beaming his attention turned to an old pawn shop where two robbers in their grey and black suit ran carrying their valuables.
Easy.
"Hey!" He leaped high in the air and flipped on a passing blue car, still running the robbers were just about to take a sharp turn on Wall Street when one of the immediately fell over. The second one peered behind his shoulder before he was round- housed in the face, all the gold chains and rings fell in an impressive heap. Finn landed with hands on the ground and legs outstretched. Wiping his hands, he then heard the approaching sound of the police, "Sorry guys," He reached into his green backpack and produced a pad of paper and a pencil and begin to write, "Nothing personal." Putting the note on the jewelry he sped away into the crowded sidewalks, panting he looked back once to see the cops coming out of the squad cars.
Lt. Perton squatted down to inspect the perpetrators," Well, whatada know," He slowly sat up and tipped the brim of his blue and black hat, "Lucian and Frank Ruon, you know they stole the Great Rose from the Museum of Modern Art?" The other cop nodded but was preoccupied by something sitting on the stolen objects.
"Hey sir, you might want to read this." Perton walked away from the thieves, looking at the poor penmanship of the writer he squinted at the odd lettering:
"HEY, THEY STOLE SOME JEWELERY, THEY'RE ALL YOURS."
-THE WHISPER
The two cops stared at the letter. "Who the heck is The Whisper?"
Once he felt far enough from the crowd he slowed down and tried to catch his breath. "I…can't believe…I did…it!" Choking a bit, he kept his hands on his knees and waited it out, "Hey kid, you ok?" His heart almost stopped.
It couldn't be, it couldn't be him.
His attention was directed to a tall man, his dark brown hair had streaks of slivering gray on the sideburns, his mustache and chin hair connected in a symmetrical oval-circle. It was only a small group that chose to adorn themselves with bright blue and red, but only one with a golden necklace close to his chest that appeared to be an eye of some sort.
Doctor Strange.
"Doc, oh my gosh, c-can I call you doc?" He pleaded. The Doctor's sharp eyes turned only a deeper shade of blue.
"I'll take that as a yes." He started to walk away but felt something pull him back. He sighed, "Kid, please get off my cape, it hates getting dirty." The cape flicked Finn away, backing up he watched in awe as the cape brushed itself off. Once finished, it proudly held itself up and straightened it already high collar.
"I still can't believe The Doctor Strange is literally in front of my eyes!" He couldn't tell if he should scream or ask for an autograph. Sadly, it seemed the doc had other plans, "Alright, party's over, go home, you did good, I would give you a pat on the back but I not here for that."
"Then what are you- "He was cut off by the sound of a strong wind, people who were just minding their business and enjoying their peaceful Friday leered in horror at the sky of Central Park. The beautiful sky dotted with constellations was slowly began to tear itself apart! At first it was a hole deeper than a black hole, the sound of sucking rang in everyone's ears; then a giant hand slowly appears. Strange cursed underneath his breath, "Kid, got home."
"My name's not kid, its Whisper."
"Whisper, what kinda name is that?" He raised an eyebrow as he started the spell.
"Well, I get in and out, basically you can't tell I'm here."
"Sadly, I can now." He muttered.
Finn continue to watch as Doctor Strange started to float upward, his hands glowing, and his eyes turn to his new enemy.
Finn turned to go, but…did he have too? Sure, he couldn't fly but he could jump which in his book was flying. "Hold on, I want to help!" He yelled as jumped to the nearest streetlight, flipping a couple of times he let go and did the same thing to another.
Doctor Strange avoided the twitchy fingers as he shot different areas of the skin, some didn't even react. "Man, I really hope you don't look like ugly on the other side." He begged he aimed as the hand reached out to grab him. Luckily it didn't shoot back and only a groan was heard from the hole. "Better be a quick fight unless someone says something "
"Doc, I'm here!" It all happened in a very odd blur of green, white, and brown; Finn leaped in front of the hand, leg spread out in a front kick ready to attack and fall. Well that was the plan.
Doctor Strange never had enough time to bring the kid back with a dimensional spell, Finn kept going. The hand changed from defense to offense; as soon as it felt Finn touch its palm it snatched him right up. Finn struggled, wheezing from the unfair fight he strained to break free. Of course, the hand was mightier than the Whisper and without even so much as a bye disappeared...
Doctor Strange just stared at the place that held the hole. He was gone. Nothing but stars were left. He lowered himself, a crowd quietly around him in seconds; one again with the street he roughly pushed himself through it; that kid, sure he was new at all this but really in the first two months? "There really should be a handbook on this!" He yelled as he took off running back to his Sanctum, what a way to spend a Friday night.