A New Savior Chapter 1
Hello everyone! Welcome to Chapter 1 of A New Savior! In this chapter, we will finally get introduced to my protagonist OC, Michael Heidd. This also may include a reference or two to Arkham Asylum. Hope you enjoy!
"No….please." said a man frightfully. The man was wearing an average orange Arkham City inmate suit, the only thing that made him stand out was the Joker mask the man wore. Wearing the mask was a poor choice as it clearly established that he had abandoned Joker's gang. The other man wore a clown mask along with a hoodie that had the Arkham City logo on it but with a Joker face sprayed on it. He clearly worked for Joker. Two other Joker thugs were behind him, simply watching as the Joker thug prepared to dispose of the deserter.
"You know what happens when you ditch Joker. When you sign up with Joker, you're with Joker for life. You ditch, you end up dead." Said the Joker thug. He brought his hand into his pocket and pulled out a butcher knife. He then pressed the knife on the man's throat.
"If you were lucky, you may have been able to escape this city before we tracked you down. But now, your body's just going to be food for Croc." Said one of the Joker thugs watching as the thug prepared to kill the deserter.
Suddenly, some sort of webbing got on the knife and it pulled the knife out of the thug's hand and hit the wall opposite to the thugs.
The thugs turned, and saw a man wearing a black leather vest, equally black leather pants that had many pockets on them, a pair of black hiker boots, a pair of black biker gloves, and a mask that seemed to have two big white holes that looked like the lenses for goggles. The most distinguishable thing about him was what appeared to be a spider symbol on the center of the vest.
"Who the hell is this idiot?!" said one of the Joker thugs.
"Who cares? KILL HIM!" yelled another one of the Joker thugs.
The thugs surrounded him, completely forgetting the deserter who ran away while his attackers tried to deal with the mysterious vigilante.
The thugs assumed fighting positions and prepared to attack the mysterious vigilante.
One of the thugs went behind the man and attempted to punch him, only for the man to turn and grab his fist. The man tightened his grip and several snapping sounds were heard. The thug screamed in pain and was knocked out when the man kneed him in the face.
The man moved at lightning speed towards the next thug and tackled him. The man then grabbed the thug's arm and twisted it, causing a snapping sound. The thug screamed and clutched his arm. The man then punched the thug in the face, knocking him out.
The third thug, who had witnessed the man deal with the other thugs, attempted to do the smart thing and run. However, the man did a motion with his hand and the same webbing from earlier came out of his hand and got on the thug's back. The man pulled the thug towards him, and the thug landed right on his back right next to the man. The man stomped on the man's face with his boot, knocking out the thug.
"Impressive, but not good enough." Said a voice from behind the man. The man turned and saw a man pointing a gun at his face. The gun fired and everything went white.
Giving a quick gasp, Michael woke up and got himself into a sitting position. Rubbing his forehead, he finds sweat when he removed his hand.
"Damn, why do I keep having these dreams?" Michael said to himself. He looked around his bedroom. It was a standard apartment bedroom, with a dresser, closet, bed, and window overlooking the streets below. The apartment also had a standard kitchen and living room. It was the best apartment he could afford until he could get a job. He also had a bike that he put on the bike-rack outside.
"Maybe some water will get this off my mind." said Michael as he got out of bed. He opened the door to his bedroom and entered his kitchen. He got a glass and poured some water into it from the sink. He then drank the water.
"I wonder what's on the news." Michael said after he drank all the water in his cup. He walked towards his TV, and grabbed the remote. He pushed the power button and turned the channel to the News channel. What he saw was that the news channel was talking about something called "Protocol 10" and how many explosions were being heard coming from Arkham City. He then saw it cut to a reporter near the walls of Arkham City.
"I am now at the walls of Arkham City. Here, we hope to find the cause of the-"The reporter said. Two TYGER guards then walked to the reporter.
"Hey, you can't be here, this is for TYGER guards only." Said one of the guards. The other guard covered the camera with his hand. It then cut back to the news station.
"Well, in later-"the news lady didn't even get to say what she was trying to say, because the TV then turned to static.
"What the hell is wrong with this thing?" Michael asked to himself. Before he could get up to check the TV, the static stopped and then cut to what looked like a camera that had a hand covering the lenses. The hand was removed to reveal the Joker.
"HELLO GOTHAM! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" yelled Joker. After a minute of laughing the Joker finally got a hold of himself.
"Now, I bet you are all wondering why I, The Joker, The Clown Prince of Crime, have come to talk to you Gotham? Well, it's because that in approximately thirty seconds, the Arkham City walls are going to blow up and my army of goons are going to swarm ALL over Gotham, and take the city for ourselves. Now, bet you're all wondering on how Batman's going to stop my invasion and save the city. Well, guess what?" Joker turned the camera and Michael saw something that made him gasp. The corpse of Batman.
"That's right! I, The Joker, have defeated your dear Dark Knight! Don't be sad, YOU"RE NEXT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Said the Joker as he began to laugh again. After he said this, several explosions were heard.
"Well, I guess that means the thirty seconds are up! Or was it ten fifteen seconds? WHO CARES!? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" yelled Joker as he began clutching his sides while laughing. After another minute of laughing, he stopped clutching his sides and started talking again.
"Now, to those who live pretty far away from Arkham City, well you better start running, because there isn't going to be much of an escape out of Gotham soon. HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" said Joker as he began clutching his sides again. The video then went out and there was only static.
Michael then knew he had to escape the city. The bridge out of Gotham was only five miles from where he lived. He could use his bike and be there in about 30 minutes or less. He raced to his bedroom and opened his closet. He got out of his pajamas and put on a white t-shirt, a yellow hoodie, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of socks. He then raced downstairs and got his shoes on. When he made it to the door, he took one last look at the apartment before he opened the door and raced for the elevators.
He then noticed several people running past him and also heading for the elevators. Some were alone; others were with their families or children. When Michael reached the elevators, he found there were tons of people already waiting for the elevators to come back up. Not having the patience to wait in line, he ran to the door that led to the stairs. He raced down each of the stairs while moving past other people also going down the stairs at a slower speed than Michael.
When he made it to the last floor he saw tons of people running to the doors and in the direction of whatever bridge that led out of Gotham that was closer. He then ran out the door of the hotel and ran for the bike-rack. He got there and found his bike gone. Beside the bike-rack lay the now broken chain Michael used to hook his bike to the bike-rack.
Fuck. He thought.
Someone must've stolen it while I was still in my apartment. He thought.
Michael then looked towards the streets; maybe if he ran fast enough, maybe; just maybe he could make it to the bridge in time before Joker's thugs overran this part of Gotham. After a minute of thinking, Michael ran in hopes of making it to the bridge in time.
End of Chapter 1
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