Darkness within Time (An El Tigre Fan fiction)
Chapter One: Miracle City, 15 Years Later
This is my first fanfiction. Hope you Enjoy it.
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"Miracle City, a spicy zest pool of crime and villainy, where heroes would come to the side of poor innocent bystanders that their lives held by the hope of a hero to save them from villainous crimes. At least, that is how it used to be. Now the sun doesn't shine, the sky is blocked out by thick black gray clouds. The only time those clouds part is when the moon shines through and occasionally, some rays of sun manage to escape the black blanket.
Ever since the fall of Miracle Citys promising heroes, the city laid to waste by villains. No one was safe. Many thought who brought the fall of heroes could be none other than Sartana of the dead. Later they found out Sartana was chained and confined to a prison and they took her Mystic Guitar, forbidding her from summoning any more skeleton armies.
The same happened with many other villains, those who thought they would spark a rebellion and take down the ruling power. They were also sent to prison with their cages modified so that their powers couldn't help them break out.
The heroes were sent to another prison made especially for them. They took away their special items; they stripped them down of their masks and their pride. Anyone who tried to become a hero were beaten and thrown into prison power or not, many tried and many failed, and so far, no one has succeeded.
The city in ruins, with some occasional structure going on here and there, but it was mostly to benefit for the villains, rather than the citizens. A large black building that seemed more like a castle stood on the volcano of Miracle City. The opening to the Volcano sealed tight with a fireproof metal that could withstand the hottest temperatures. That's where the leadership stayed and ruled over the city with evil intentions.
What about… you know, El Tigre…? El Tigre? Many people wondered if El Tigre would show up and take down the great evil and break its force over Miracle City. However, El Tigre passed away before this tyranny ruled. He was only sixteen a child so young and so great left Miracle City to ascend to the greater heaven.
I believe he was the cause of what happened to this city. Someone who cared for him very much couldn't take his death, turned their back on society, and took over the city he swore to protect. So they turned to the darker side, gained power and took over the city, of course not without taking out the things that were to get in their way, family, friends and the law. They killed them all, without a single shed of regret, remorse or guilt in their body.
They passed unforgiving laws, let loose the bad people out of prison, at least the ones that were decent. They had at least one shred of humanity to keep the weirdo's locked in, that was probably the only good thing they did. This town wasn't always like this; it used to be a great place to live about fifteen years ago. Maybe somewhere in this city someone is damn stupid enough but brave enough to take down that fox, planning and waiting for the chance. Heaven help them whoever they are."
An elderly man stopped playing his old guitar, scratched and banged up with old age, just like the man who played it. He carefully set his guitar aside, placing it against a rusty brick wall. He placed his hands in his lap letting out an old sigh as the nearby bank walls exploded, down the street and on the left black, a group of men walking away with a bountiful of money. They ran down the streets and into an alley.
The men opened the sacks of money and threw it up in the air grinning like idiots. A shadow stopped in front of the alley its hands on its hips. One man looked up and glared at the figure. "What do you want?" He spat. The figure launched a punch at the man sending him forward into a nearby garbage bin, the figure handed out punches, kicks and head butts as if it were Christmas. All the men lay unconscious in the alley, with bloody noses, broken bones or worse.
The figure blew on their knuckles and walked forward the sounds of heels clicking as they hit the pavement. The person bent down and picked up a few dollars, counted them and shoved them into their pocket. They casually walked out of the alley as if nothing happened. Their one blue eye, the other covered by an eye patch, glanced at the castle on top of the volcano and glared at it. That castle would soon come crumbling down.
Castle of Chaos
A woman yawned loudly receiving some glares from other villains. She stretched her legs and arms to the ceiling then dropped them relaxing in the large, comfortable chair she sat in. Red eyes glared at the woman who rested her arms behind her head. "Muerte! Get out of that chair, it's not yours!" The red eyes villain barked at Muerte. Muerte snorted turning her head away from the villain Skeleton. "Shut up Django! I can sit here when I want to! You're not in charge of me!" She snapped back at him with a satisfied smirk on her face.
Django dug his claws into the table glaring hatefully at the girl, if looks could kill… "Hurry up and play, I'm going to win this one, man" Huffed El Oso who thought he had a good hand but in reality he is just going to lose. Again. Django picked up his cards and folds his cards seeing he would probably lose again to Carlito anyways. A woman with a green visor and a bird like theme glanced at her cards and almost made a face realizing she had a bad hand she folded.
A man with an eagle theme to his costume grinned and slammed down his cards on the table. Everyone at the table groaned as the boy took his prize and walked away from the table. He dropped his stuff near his sister, which gave him a high-five.
"Aw, I quit man! This is ridiculous." El Oso threw up his cards into the air, stomped away from the table, and left the room. "Hmph, Sore loser." A deep sinister voice commented as he went back to making zombies. Django took his place near a large window that overlooked the entire city, the red curtains drawn back by a black rope.
Django stared out the window looking at the ruins of Miracle City. His leader did a marvelous job of taking siege of Miracle City. They even went to great lengths to dominate the world. The world was their oyster now. Nothing could stop them, not now or ever.
He pulled out his black mystic guitar, tuned it and started to play. He is one of the fortunate ones who didn't end up in jail, like his Nana. Anyone who seems to be a traitor is tossed into prison and is to sit there for the rest of their lives. Those fortunate enough who they saw were loyal in their eyes stayed and became the closest and trusted servants, fighters of their army. He became the first general and the most trusted one, he pledged his alliance and if he were to betray his leader, he would surely give up his life.
Sitting up in the chair Muerte placed her hands on the arms of the chair and crossed her legs. She wasn't the leader, the overlord, no, she didn't have the power, she didn't have the potential, she didn't have that power to strike fear in her enemies' eyes by just looking. She was just a famed villain that used to live in Spain until the overlord took over Europe, Muerte pledged her allegiance to the Overlord, and was accepted into the Army of the Forgotten, and become on of the most trusted generals.
Her story was about the same for most of the villains that are currently residing in this castle. The Overlord took over their country and gave the choice…Join or Die. Muerte shut her blue eyes looking down at her feet as her brown lucks swayed forward in front of her face. The Overlord was out, doing whatever their business is now. It be either making more alliances, or making more enemies and crushing more rebellions.
The door slammed open causing many villains to jump with fright and there stood the Overlord in all of their glory. They walked forward towards their seat. Muerte scrambled out of the seat quickly and darted to Django who abruptly stopped playing his guitar putting it away. Silence fell upon the large room
They passed the chair and stopped at the large window hands claps behind their back, as their heels made soft clicks on the red carpet. Then loud as they stepped onto the black floor near the window. Their dark gray eyes stared at their city below eyeing another bank robbery that just took place. Their black hair brushed their mid back as some bangs covered their left eye a thin line on their face.
"Anything happen while I was away?" They spoke, feminine, strong and laced with a silver tone. Everyone in the room glanced at each other. No one had enough gall to speak. Django cleared his throat giving a small bow in her presence. "Nothing happened while you were away. Everything is just how you left it." His voice a bit shaky but still strong to show he isn't scared, but he is.
She raised an eyebrow and lowers it understanding. Nothing happened, nothing should. No sparks of rebellion, no sparks of anyone to try to DARE to commit an act of heroism, at least in her city.
"Thank you Django, any other news?" He shuddered just slightly before speaking. Her voice just gave him chills. "Nothing, other than that, how did the negotiations go?" He had the nerve to ask her. She kept staring out the window, silent. "Fine, they were fine." He flinched when she let the words slip from her mouth. "No rebellions, all heroes are forever locked away and where they shall stay unless they feel worthy enough to become a super villain." She turns away from the window walking to her seat.
She placed herself upon her throne and crossed her legs feeling it is already warm. Her eyes glanced at Muerte who smiles sheepishly as she looks over. The overlord let a sigh escape her lips removing her black gloves and brushes her silver necklace with her bare hands. She lifted up the charm and stared at it. A fox curled around a dark red gem, once a bright blue but changed because of her side. She let the charm drop as everyone in the room resumed what they were doing before.
Django stared at the back of the black chair then out the window once more. He pulled out his guitar and started to play. Muerte glanced at Django. She then headed towards the door to see the remains of Miracle City. "Muerte where are you going?" The overlord asked. Muerte stopped near the open doors of the room. "To see the city, patrolling." Muerte glanced over her shoulder, the overlord nodded in approval. Muerte grabbed one door and pulled it close then took the other and slowly shut it gently behind her.
Somewhere Below Miracle City
"Have you finished it yet?" An inpatient woman questioned tapping her foot on the ground. A man lifted up his blue goggles and glared at the woman with brown eyes. "No, these things take time, especially something like this." The man returned to his work fixing up the machine. The woman rolled her eyes and took her place at a large monitor sitting next to a one-eyed blue haired woman.
"How long will this take?" The dark haired woman growled her purple eyes flashing over to the woman who ran her fingers swiftly over the controls of the monitor. The blue haired woman wearing red goggled turned a dial zooming in on the fortress of doom that sat on the volcano of Miracle City. The dark haired woman growled. "Frida!" Frida snapped her head and glared at the purple-eyed woman with her one blue eye. "Zoe, shut up! It'll be done when it's done! I know how much you want him back but wait for it!" Frida snapped at Zoe.
Zoe bit her lip as Frida stared at her intently, her eye narrowed to its smallest slit. Zoe made a face, huffed and turned away in her chair. Frida turned her attention back to the monitor and stared at the castle. She spotted a plane heading towards the castle. The castle didn't shoot down the plane. Frida suspected the plane belonged to the overlord.
She had finally come back to Miracle City after some absence. Frida leaned back in her chair placing her hands in her lap crossing her legs. It had 15 years since she took over and it had been 15 years since her best friend died. That fateful day when him and her faced El Malefico a new super villain that just came to Miracle City. He specialized in magic tricks. He tied her up and sent her to some place. He only had 30 minutes before she would…die.
He was deceived and paid the price for it. Frida and her swore revenge, somehow things got out of control. Frida turned her chair to look at the man working on a device, hopefully that would change their future and for the better of it. The man pulled back from his work and smiled. He placed the blue goggles on the top of his head and turned to the two females.
"It's done. We can now change our future." Zoe smiled faintly maybe now she could see him again and herself at a younger foolish age. "Who's going to go though?" The same man raised the question they had all wondered. Who will go and save them? Frida glanced around the room before standing up. "We'll let Maria go." Frida spoke softly. She glanced at a woman with long brown curls, wearing a full-length cat suit, a gun hoister on her middle thigh, a brown belt slung across her waist and a skull emblem on her shoulder sleeves. In her left hand, she wore a large silver-plated gauntlet.
The man picked up a watch with a blue face and handed it to Maria. She placed it on her right wrist and glanced at it. "That watch will go as far back as 100 years and forward. Just type in the number of years and the day you want to visit. But be careful you can only use 3 times in one day, and the watch is very fragile." The man warned Maria. Maria turned to Frida who nodded giving a faint smile. "Bring our future back. We're counting on you." "I will change this future back to its bright and vivid future, this I swear!" Maria entered the date back to fifteen years ago.
The watch blinked once, then once where Maria stood. She stood no more. Now is where history is about to change. To where this horrible disaster is never to occur and the bright future of Miracle City lies ahead, to where a beloved hero will live on. To when Miracle city once stood proud and tall, to when they were just kids.