MOON KNIGHT: EARTH 368
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I don't own Moon Knight or any familiar characters. They belong to Marvel Characters, Inc.
Prologue
My name is Marc Spector. Or at least… it is now. Sometimes, Steven Grant, billionaire playboy, takes over Sometimes I'm Jake Lockley, thug for hire. I'm not sure if I always know myself which "I" I am at that moment.
I see the running girl. She is screaming… too loud. The cops will hear. They'll come for me. Put me in a madhouse. With Uncle Harry. And I will be damned for all eternity.
I will never let that happen! I flick the blade up on my flip knife. She must die.
I am Steven Grant. Billionaire. Playboy. Gentleman. And I'm in trouble. Blood is all over my clothes… these clothes… bullet-proof? What the Hell has Spector done now!? I stare at the blade in my hands… at the dead girl before me. Police sirens screaming across the city. What have I done? What has Marc Spector done???
My name's Jake Lockley, thug for hire. I ain't a murderer, just a loser. I don't do anythin' big. Just some dope. Some hold-ups. Never hurt anybody. Never raped. Never killed. But that ain't what them coppers think, outside this cell. Ain't like I've never been in jail before… but I ain't been 'cused o' murder.
The door swings open. Damn, I'm scared. Couple o' coppers with their truncheons're standin' there.
"Mr. Steven Grant? Come with us."
Busted. Fuck. Too late now… they have the link. They'll know now. Steven Grant. Marc Spector. Jake Lockley. Three men in one body, but for all they care, one man, one criminal record. Me an' Grant are gonna be takin' this, all 'cos o' that whacko merc SPECTOR.
What the Hell can we do????
NEXT: Chapter One sees a new personality emerge from the tattered mind of our schizophrenic protagonist… THE MOON KNIGHT IS COMING!