This is just a Crossover project I wanted to do for the hell of it. Batman Vs. Blade. An interesting Marvel Vs. DC concept, inspired by a Silverlightsaber Fan Trailer. I'm still trying to conjure up a plot. I typed up this chapter during Study Hall in school. Since Fanfiction isn't blocked, I submitted it. Read & Review Please
Nurses and Clerks excitedly gathered up their things. It was 5:30, quitting time at Gotham Blood bank. People used to just sleep there, afraid to go home for fear they would get mugged by the scum that roamed the streets. But for a while things had been pretty quiet. The Guards who had the day shift were leaving and the Night Guards were arriving for their shift. They patiently saw everyone to the door. The Night Guards put up the closed sign and shut the doors for the night. They locked the windows too, even though it was quiet, they had to be cautious. The Guards shut off the lights and brought out their own. Each taking his or her post, at the doors, the security cameras or the vaults were the blood was kept. They always had quiet nights. Who'd rob a blood bank? None of the freaks of Gotham were sick enough to need a use for blood…..As far as they knew. A Portly man sat in the security room, his feet up on the desk, the newspaper in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other. His eyes swiftly moved between the monitors and his newspaper, his other hand occasionally came up to his mouth to sip his coffee. The man contently kept reading. Passing by the obituaries and the classifieds. The front page featured 'Bruce Wayne' like it often did. "Donated another couple thousand to another children's fund, I see." The guard mumbled, skimming past other words. Then one of the monitors twitched abruptly. The guard moved his eyes from the paper for a second to the monitor, but just as quickly went back to his reading. The screen twitched again and the guard looked once more. It began to shake violently, going up in flashes of static and what the camera saw. "What the-?" The guard mumbled, bewildered. He leaned forward to stare at the screen, pressing buttons and twisting knobs, trying to see if there was a problem with the connection. "Come on." He growled to the monitor. After a few more violent twitches and flashes of static, it went blank. "Damn it!" The guard cursed, slapping his forehead. Reluctantly picking up a radio, he held on the talk button, bringing it up to his face. "Hey, the vault camera just turned off. Someone check it." He said, letting go of the button. "You really think there's a problem with it?" Replied a female voice on the other end. "Probably not, just go check it. The wiring in this place is crap; I guess the camera just went out." He said. "Fine, I'll go look." Growled the woman on the other end. The guard happily turned off his radio and leaned back in his chair, going back to his coffee and newspaper. The woman entered the vault, looking around, flashing her light over the many bags of blood that donors had given. "Nothing wrong here…Wait a second." She murmured to herself. She'd caught a smell, a scent that shouldn't have been wafting around a Blood Bank, especially not the vault. The smell of Blood. She hurried over to where the smell was coming from. There were blood streaks on the ground; they got thicker as the line went on. She grabbed her radio, pulling it up to her chin. "There's something weird going on here…" She mumbled. But no one answered her, just static. "Hello?" She said into the radio once more, nothing but more static. She rolled her eyes and gave her shoulders a shrug, continuing down the line of blood. The streak of blood seemed to be getting thicker, no longer just stains. But spills, and punctured blood bags did start to show up by the spills. Her eyes widened and her nose crinkled as the trail got thicker. She hesitantly drew a baton from her belt, fearing this was serious. She followed the trail for a few more feet, but it went cold. The trail just stopped. No more blood. Nothing but the clean tiles and more rows of Donated Blood. She shook her head, bewildered. Where had the blood been coming from? The amount of punctured bags only came up to two or three, no more, no less. A single bag could barley hold half a little of the spill she stared down at. "This is so weird…" She murmured to herself, but she trailed off, seeing a movement in the blood spill. A ripple of liquid, as if something had hit it. Then, a drop hit her shoulder. She touched it, shining her light so she could see it. Blood, it had dripped on her shoulder. The Guard raised an eyebrow, another puzzled look donning her face. Then, more drops hit the spill in front of her and her shoulders, head, and hair. An eerie drip, drop, drip, drop. Then, something more than a drop landed in the blood in front of her. A body, another Night Guard. Blood splashed in all directions, splattering the walls and soaking her shoes, seeping into her socks as it got on her. She shrieked in horrified surprise, her eyes wide with fear of what would drop next. She shined her light up on the ceiling where the body had dropped. She shrieked in horror of what clung to the ceiling above her and dropped her flashlight and her baton. She turned and desperately ran for her life. The screams were quickly cut off as whatever had scared her in the first place caught up with her.