So this is a story about an OC who I have only used as a side character until now. Marcus O'Brian... The Tomahawk. He'll be kinda like an Assassin Captain America in all honesty. His strength will be superhuman, but still not as powerful as you could say a Kryptonian or an Amazon, but his reflexes will be on par with Diana's.
Also, he'll be quite the loner at first, not to much of a social butterfly. Maybe even more so than Batman himself. He's also above average intelligence, but not super genius if that makes sense.
Anyway, I hope you'll all like The Rise of the Tomahawk.
Enjoy.
Ch.1 St. Louis' Guardian
"It's rather peaceful... for once," said a hooded figure that stood on top of the Gateway Arch. He was in a red hooded, black sleaveless robe-like jacket along with black pants. He was also dressed in black combat boots and had a red belt with black holsters which held twin pitch black Pythons. Sheathed next to the pistols were tomahawks with red circuitry on them along with the head of an eagle at the end of their handles. On his arms were black gloves with strange red contraptions hidden on the bottom side of his arms. All that could be seen of his face was that he was of mixed descent and he had a small, black goatee.
He first appeared on the scene not long after the Justice League was formed six months ago. No one knew where he came from, no past to tell them, the only remnants of his deeds are a tomahawk stuck in the ground, one which flies off before someone tries to grab it.
Criminals have been running scared since his arrival, saying he fights like a demon and strikes like lightning. Some have called him the Red Reaper, others the Night Stalker, and few have even called him the Shadow Eagle, but to most, he went by one simple name...
Tomahawk.
A man who is as feared as the Gotham Bat, or maybe even more so... as he had one real crucial difference. He does kill.
The main victims of his tomahawks and bullets were sex traffickers and rapists. He never went crazy on those like bank robbers or muggers though... he'd just knocked them out.
Anyway, he was currently just overlooking his city, the city of St. Louis. He was born and raised here, with the rise of crime lords and sex traffickers. His father was a former Marine, while his mother was a former member of the League of Assassins.
He then heard sirens in the distance, snapping Tomahawk's head towards the direction before hearing the police scanner within the hood of his suit. 'All available units, we have several armed men robbing armed with machine gun, back-up requested. The suspects are heavily armed and dangerous.'
Tomahawk pressed his hand against his hood and then spoke. "This is Tomahawk," he said with a voice modulator, "I'm inbound." He then ran towards the edge of the Arch and leaped off. As he free falled, he aimed his gauntlet towards the nearest building and fired it off which in turned made him fly towards the building and with a leap off the side of the wall, he flipped onto the roof and took off running.
He parkoured his way through the city faster than most normal human beings should be able to, but he could hear that he was getting close as he leaped off the roof and in sight was the city's main bank, with police surrounding the entire entrance.
"What's the situation, Chief," Tomahawk asked as he walked up to Chief Clinton, an old friend of his father's and one of the few people who knew who he really was.
The man around his late forties with graying brown hair and mustache turned to see the vigilante walk up to him. "We seem to have some of Gotham's freaks trying to move here again."
"Joker's?" the assassin asked, having faced the psychopath in the past. Chief Clinton shook his head before replying. "It seems that Bane's trying to lay his claim to the city."
"He can try," Tomahawk said while wondering something to himself. Why were Gotham's villains coming here of all places? For one the distance between St. Louis and Gotham is considerably noticeable. It made no sense, but he would have to wait til later to figure it out. For now, he had to handle the men of Gotham's resident luchador. "How many are we dealing with?"
"A dozen normal thugs from the looks of things, seem to have Lex Corp tech." Chief Clinton explained, "we also have to of Bane's Elite inside as well, armored to the teeth with some bigger guns."
Tomahawk took a moment to think of a plan, it was strange that they have Lex Corp weapons, but it was of no surprise. Lex Luthor was someone to go to that level.
"I'll take the Elite thugs," Tomahawk told Chief Clinton, "as soon as you see the lights die, move in, you have the thermal masks?"
The police chief nodded. "Then use them as soon as you enter, take these thugs seriously, Lex Corp weapons may not be O'Brian tech, but they're no joke." Tomahawk said, and when the Chief gave him another nod, the assassin then shoot out a hook from his gauntlet, making him head to the roof. He then held up his left wrist as a blue hologram lit up on the device and he quickly got access to the power of the bank as he remembered the last time a Gotham criminal tried to make a move in his city.
No criminal who enters his city ever comes out the same, one incident in particular with a certain Clown Prince of Crime had proved it. He wasn't like the Bat when it came to playing games. The only reason the Joker was still alive was because of the Bat's interference, but he left his mark on the man, a nasty one at that.
He then got access, but instead of immediately killing the power, he made his way through a window on the top of the bank and walked on a beam as he walked across and saw that the two Elites were standing guard over some of the money from the banks.
He then saw an opening and dropped down in between the two. Both turned and paled a bit at the sight of what they heard of as the Red Reaper. They quickly steeled themselves as they got ready to attack but when they saw the figure just stand there, they got confused. "Do you think I'm here to play fair?" Tomahawk spoke as the lights then went out, taking the vision of the two elites.
Tomahawk then pulled out one of his signature weapon and sent a strike at the closest thug, making a deep cut in the chest armor. He then ducked an incoming fist from behind as the second thug began to let Venom seep into his veins. Though it was quickly removed from the equation when a tomahawk sliced cleanly through the tubes.
Disarming both men of their Venom made things easier for Tomahawk as it made them have a harder time maneuvering with their armor on. He dodged their attacks with ease before catching the man's arm before twisting it with strength that he shouldn't possess and yanked the armor on the arm off before tossing it to the side.
He then rolled out of the way when incoming machine gun fire from the other Elite came raining down. That's when he tossed one of his tomahawks as the man firing his gun. It struck him in the shoulder with enough forced to cut through the armor and inbedded the man into the wall.
Seeing one of them was momentarily disabled, Tomahawk was on the other man just as he reached for his own gun. A well timed spin kick from the assassin knocked him off balance just in time for Tomahawk to place a device on his chest. A second later, a electrical shock went through the man's body before causing him to collapse to the ground.
Seeing that one of his opponents were taken out, he made his way to the trapped Elite. He held out his hand and the tomahawk flew out of the wall and out of the man's shoulder, landing in his hand.
The man groaned in pain as he then glared daggers at Tomahawk. "You son of a bi-" the man began but was quickly punched across the face really hard making him lean against the wall.
"I hope your boss finds out about this, because if I see him in my city," Tomahawk said as he then pinned the thug against the wall, "You're going to be without a boss." Then quickly and efficiently, the assassin pressed a finger against the pressure point on the neck of the thug, knocking him unconscious.
He then backed up as the police moved in. Unlike some vigilantes, Tomahawk has chosen to work with the police, the higher ups that he trusts were friends with his parents and he deemed them trustworthy enough to know who he is. "Tomahawk," Chief Clinton spoke as he approached the assassin, "we subdued the others. No sign of any more?"
"I wasn't expecting any more," Tomahawk said as he looked to the unconscious thug, "these were merely scouts, to test out the police force of our city. If Bane is as smart as I've heard he is, he'll think twice before attempting this again."
He then looked to the chief and simply said one thing. "If you find Bane's location, inform me immediately," he said as he turned to leave, "I'll take care of him."
"What if the Bat comes back to St. Louis," Chief Clinton asked. He knew what happened with the Joker when he came to St. Louis, he didn't want a repeat of that. Tomahawk barely held himself back from attacking Batman, God only knew what would happen if the two got into it.
Tomahawk stopped and looked at the chief, he then looked ahead and spoke. "I'll do what I must." He told him before shooting the grappler out and he was off back to the roof tops.
He honestly had no real issue with Gotham's Dark Knight. He was what inspired Tomahawk to take the hood and tomahawks. It was just the fact that Batman liked to try and force his idealisms onto others like him... those who killed.
Tomahawk knew who and who not to kill, that wasn't the issue. Sure, he had his tendencies of anger every now and then, but he channeled it to beat the criminals, not kill them.
He shook his head out of his thoughts as he approached a large building with the three letter 'OBI' on the top. He smirked as he landed on the roof of the building and headed towards what appeared to be some type of shed. He opened the door and entered and quickly typed a four digit code that then opened an elevator from below him. He dropped down and then the doors infront of him opened.
When he entered the penthouse sweet, he immediately pulled up his hood to reveal the face of a mixed man about the age of twenty-five with short, black hair and a small goatee, mustache combo. He also had blue eyes, with a scar going down the left eye. He is Marcus O'Brian, the man behind Tomahawk and the owner of the newest company to hit the country, O'Brian Industries, an industry in which helps arm the police with top of the line technology to catch criminals in non lethal methods, along with clean ways of ending mass shootings if non lethal ways don't work.
Marcus made this industry after what he's seen on his travels four years prior, where cities like Gotham were being overrun by criminals, even with vigilantes rising to help with the crime. With his father's designs, he had made it easier for the police of St. Louis to take down crime, and was currently in talks with the GPD in allowing him to start arming their men.
They needed it if they have all the crime sprees.
He then pulled out his phone and dialed a number. A few rings later he heard the voice of his father answer. "Hey son, just saw you on the news, good job with those thugs."
"It was nothing really, dad," Marcus said as he scratched the back of his head, "but I found out that Luthor is supplying criminals, the police have it in one of our bomb proof safes we installed, but it won't be enough to prove that Luthor's supplying them."
"Are you calling to see if Luthor has accepted your denial of combining Lex Corp with O'Brian Industries?" his dad asked.
"Did he?"
"No, but I did get a call from Commissioner Gordon, he wants to meet with you to discuss your proposal."
Marcus grinned as he sat down on his couch. "You and mom can handle the company while I'm there?"
"Son, you know we can," said his dad in quick fashion. "The police can also handle the city for a few days, we have supplied them with the needs to do so."
"I need to pay a certain someone a visit in Gotham anyway," Marcus admitted.
"Just don't start a fight with Batman," his father warned, "your mother did tell you how much potential he had under Ra's."
"He didn't get that training plus that of the United States Marine Corps now did he?" Marcus asked with a smirk.
He heard his father chuckle on the other end. "No he did not, but son you need to get some sleep, your flight is scheduled tomorrow at ten in the morning."
"I'll make it, don't worry," Marcus told him before adding, "tell mom and Joe I said hi, I love you guys."
"Love you too, son," his dad said before he hung up, making Marcus smile a bit as he got off the couch. He walked over to the glass side of his penthouse and looked out over his city. He first became Tomahawk to put an end of the sex trafficking and the indespicable acts of the criminals of St. Louis, but now he has become a symbol of Justice to this city. It's guardian, and he knew he would never leave this place for good. For this was his home, and he would defend it.
No matter what.
So you've met Marcus O'Brian, also known as the assassin Tomahawk. I hope you liked how he is. Yes, his parents are alive, not every hero with social issues hve to have deceased or abusive family, some just like to be lonesome. Some may wonder why he chose to become Tomahawk though... don't worry, all will be revealed in time.
Next chapter though, Marcus will be taking a trip to Gotham, to have some talks and possibly pay a certain someone a visit. Who will it be? Find out next chapter.
As for if you will see Tomahawk facing the League... it will come in time. In the meantime, I'm curious on who to pair Marcus with. I mean, I could put him with anyone with all honesty, but I know I'm not doing a harem. Oh well, I have time to decide, though I will listen to what you have to say.
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