All right! Lets do this! Here is another installment of 'The Shadows Live.' This story is gonna get really creepy and gory so if you don't like that kinda stuff I would suggest that you quit now. You have been warned. The rating speaks the truth. There also may be some swearing. Hope you like. R&R please! Hey this is also my first attempt at a good horror so please tell me what you think.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in here but I really wish I did.
The Shadows Live chapter 2: Growing Darkness
Today was a rather peaceful night in Gotham. No robberies, no muggings, no drive by shootings, no nothing and that is what was scaring the dark knight so much tonight. Gotham was never peaceful. Gotham was never quiet. There was always something out there going wrong. But not tonight.
Tonight something was terribly wrong for none of the criminals to come out. Fear had crept its way into the heart of his city and he was not the source. I t had even made its way to him.
Muscles taut and tense he stood upon a roof guarding his city. He was a silent protector. But he was not a hero. No he was something more. Much more. But now this protector was unnerved by the stillness that infected his city. The streets were completely empty. Not one soul was out. All the shades were drawn and the doors locked in the surrounding houses.
He felt a presence all around him. One he could feel but not see. One that could harm him but he could not harm it.
"Famished" He heard a whisper in his ear for the third time tonight.
He whizzed around to see only shadows. But now he saw them. Truly saw them. They were deeper than shadows. He saw a faint glimmer and then all at once the glimmer and deepness in the darkness disappeared.
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Up in the Watchtower:
"Geeze ya think that after three weeks Bats would at least call. We've tried to get a hold of him but what do we get? Nothing." The Flash complained.
"Hey Bats has probably got a pretty good reason for not calling us or clueing us in on what's going on down there and even if he did it's none of our business what goes on in his city." The man of steel responded from his perch on one of the higher decks.
Everyone was on edge tonight. For three weeks no one had heard a thing from Gotham's Dark Knight. It was Batman to leave them hanging like this for maybe a week or a week and a half. Not three weeks. Something was terribly wrong.
Everyone had gathered in the watchtower's monitor room. When a beep sounded signaling that Bruce had turned on his communicator.
"Finally." Wonder Woman sighed.
"Superman to Batman what do you need?"
Their response was a lot of static but slowly emerging from the static was something else.
"The comm'links aren't supposed to give out static are they?" Sheyera asked.
"No they aren't. Something isn't right."
Slowly they heard something else amidst the static and they leaned in closer to try and decipher it.
"You will burn. You will bleed." The unearthly voice in the static sent shivers up their spine.
"Gotham is burning, Gotham is bleeding. Gotham is mine."
"White noise." J'onn stated.
"What?" Everyone said in unison.
"White noise. It's not static but white noise."
"Your friend is mine. Faamissshhhed." Then the noise and the voice came to an abrupt halt.
Superman got up and flew from his chair while screaming, "We have to get to Gotham. Batman's in trouble!!"
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A shiver went up Bruce's spine once more. He was going to give himself five more minutes before he turned around and went home. Nothing was going to happen tonight.
Then a scream pierced the silence of the night and Batman sprang into action. Running for all he was worth. Leaping over rooftops and sliding down fire escapes to reach the scream's source.
He made his way to an old warehouse. Not yet abandoned yet seemingly so. He crept in through a window and made his way to the center of the room.
The building was pitch black and in complete silence, which made him wonder if he was correct about the location of the scream. Then he heard it again. echoing around him. But no one was here. Perhaps it was a recording. But no, if it were a recording he would be able to detect a slight mechanical sound to it. There was none. The scream was genuine and real.
Something was terribly wrong. The darkness was too thick. It seemed to be trying to choke him, to drown him. He heard hisses and whispers. Then he realized exactly what was wrong.
No light. There was supposed to be a streetlight on outside. Shining through the window. But it wasn't there. No light could penetrate the darkness he was in.
He was surrounded by it. By he Shadows. The disease that had infiltrated Gotham and he was unaware. Unaware of this Sickness. Unaware as it watched him. Watching, watching, waiting, waiting, to strike.
He was suddenly reminded of the horrors that Flash liked to watch. The old corny ones where you could tell exactly what was going to happen and even the modern ones. He was reminded of some of the little rules of horror. One of which was 'If you're in a dark room don't look up cause the monster will always be there with its head turned around the wrong way.'
"Batman! Batman come in!" He heard Clark shout suddenly over him comm'link. So suddenly it made him jump.
"What!" He whispered. He was surprised at how afraid he sounded.
"Wherever you are get out of there and haul ass now!"
Since when did Superman swear and when did he turn on his comm'link?
He heard another hiss and looked up. He gasped and found it hard to breathe. His breath hitched came in short gasps. His mouth hung open and his skin paled giving the impression that he was dead.
"Batman what is it? What's wrong.?!"
He couldn't take his eyes off of the ceiling.
"Bruce!!"
"Don't look the shadows breath." He said in a small whisper, voice wavering and showing his fear.
"Bruce run!!"
Glass shattered and blood sprayed as the Sickness struck. The screams of Gotham's protector echoed through the empty streets to the ears of his friends.
The night was stained with the blood of a Forgotten Warrior.
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There we go I hope you all like it. Tell me truthfully. Did I do a good job? I'll try not to leave you hanging for too long. See you next time.
