Darkman: Rebirth
by Gerentex
Disclaimer:I don't own Darkman
Author's Note: Takes place after Darkman 2: The Return Of Durant
"Careful now he bites.'
Peyton Westlake AKA Darkman said into his remote. It was broadcast to the small screen on his electronic mouse in Durant's car. The mouse admitted a beeping noise and it became quite clear to Durant what was about to happen.
"You son of a bitcccccchhhhh!" Durant screamed as the device exploded and Durant and his car went up in flames.
"This time it's forever." Peyton Westlake said with a bit of relief in his voice. Durant was finally, really dead. At least that's what he thought.
Peyton left and the car and building continued to burn. Then suddenly a door on the drivers side popped open. Out crawled a man in flames. He fell to the ground. The pain, the suffering he was going threw. He rolled, something in the back of his mind told him rolling would stop the pain. It didn't, it put out the flames but the pain continued. He was bleeding, his body was in agony in every area, his mind was clouded. He knew someone wasn't there, someone who he was afraid of and glad was gone, but he couldn't remember anything else.
He Walked weakly, it wouldn't matter soon he was going to die. The pain was to great. He exited the building with all of his remaining strength. He walked into a near by ally and finally passed out. He was going to die and he would never remember he was Robert Durant, nor would he remember he had been cursed to this fate by a man who he had done the same to.
"Hey, are you al right?" A passer by said not seeing Durant completely but seeing a man who looked like he was hurt. As he came in for closer inspection the man saw how badly hurt Durant was. His body burned and bloody, unrecognizable, no one would be able to tell by looking at him who he once was. The man pulls out his cell phone and called 911 an ambulance was there quickly. Lucky for Durant they had gotten to him just in time, he would live. To them he was just another bum, to the world Robert Durant was dead. If Durant had all his memories he would have been able to recognize the poetic justice in all of this.
Weeks passed and Durant remained in hospital. The world thought he was dead, all except one man that is.
At the old abandoned warehouse that all the events had taken place Westlake dug threw all that remain of it, rubble due to the fire. He had found the remained of Durant's car but to his horror he could not find any remains of Durant.
"Please God, a hand, a finger, an arm, anything that would prove Durant's really dead!" He screamed. His pleas went unanswered. His mind went into his hallucinations, a sad reality had come to light. Some way somehow Durant had survived and once again he would be plagued by him.
TBC
by Gerentex
Disclaimer:I don't own Darkman
Author's Note: Takes place after Darkman 2: The Return Of Durant
"Careful now he bites.'
Peyton Westlake AKA Darkman said into his remote. It was broadcast to the small screen on his electronic mouse in Durant's car. The mouse admitted a beeping noise and it became quite clear to Durant what was about to happen.
"You son of a bitcccccchhhhh!" Durant screamed as the device exploded and Durant and his car went up in flames.
"This time it's forever." Peyton Westlake said with a bit of relief in his voice. Durant was finally, really dead. At least that's what he thought.
Peyton left and the car and building continued to burn. Then suddenly a door on the drivers side popped open. Out crawled a man in flames. He fell to the ground. The pain, the suffering he was going threw. He rolled, something in the back of his mind told him rolling would stop the pain. It didn't, it put out the flames but the pain continued. He was bleeding, his body was in agony in every area, his mind was clouded. He knew someone wasn't there, someone who he was afraid of and glad was gone, but he couldn't remember anything else.
He Walked weakly, it wouldn't matter soon he was going to die. The pain was to great. He exited the building with all of his remaining strength. He walked into a near by ally and finally passed out. He was going to die and he would never remember he was Robert Durant, nor would he remember he had been cursed to this fate by a man who he had done the same to.
"Hey, are you al right?" A passer by said not seeing Durant completely but seeing a man who looked like he was hurt. As he came in for closer inspection the man saw how badly hurt Durant was. His body burned and bloody, unrecognizable, no one would be able to tell by looking at him who he once was. The man pulls out his cell phone and called 911 an ambulance was there quickly. Lucky for Durant they had gotten to him just in time, he would live. To them he was just another bum, to the world Robert Durant was dead. If Durant had all his memories he would have been able to recognize the poetic justice in all of this.
Weeks passed and Durant remained in hospital. The world thought he was dead, all except one man that is.
At the old abandoned warehouse that all the events had taken place Westlake dug threw all that remain of it, rubble due to the fire. He had found the remained of Durant's car but to his horror he could not find any remains of Durant.
"Please God, a hand, a finger, an arm, anything that would prove Durant's really dead!" He screamed. His pleas went unanswered. His mind went into his hallucinations, a sad reality had come to light. Some way somehow Durant had survived and once again he would be plagued by him.
TBC