Author notes: Hello and welcome to the wonderful world of the Dark One. Worlds collide and tables turned when the power
of Da Dark One comes into the mix. Comics, video games, tv shows, movies, nothing is sacred. BUt this is no crazy random
story of gibberish. This is the story of Ky Monokae aka Dark Shadow. Ky is a character I created in the Marvel world. He
has an interesting story that if you have the time, I can sum it up in...
Ky: What da fuck man. Hey how about you start the damn story. I'm ready to knock some heads here.
Da Dark One (that's me the author just in case you are wondering): Ok ok Ky geez no need for anger.
Dark Shadow-Ch. 1-Beginnings
New York-2:36 am
Two guys are running from the cops in Lower Manhantan. The guys dive into a nearby abandon building. They duck and hide
as the cops drove past the building. When the coast was clear, the guys reach into their pockets and pull out wads and wads
of cash. They are counting the money up between them.
Guy1-Damn only $100. Hey Leroy, what do you have there?
Guy2(Leroy)-All I have is around $46. That cashier didn't have shit.
Guy1-Yeah I know, the fucking wetback. Probably already swipe some for himself and his goddamn "familia".
Leroy-You tell them Hank. So what do you wanna do now?
???-Well for starters, you could turn yourself in to the police.
Leroy and Hank suddenly stood up and start to search around for the source of the voice, but could not find out. Hank digs
into his pants and whips out a saw off shotgun, double barrel, fully loaded.
Hank-Say boy, why do you come out of hiding. Daddy got a lil present for you.
Leroy-Hee hee hee hee. Hank you are so damn funny.
Hank-Cmon, you little faggot. Show your sweet sweet ass around herre. I'm gonna blast ya.
Leroy-Hank you get him, you get him good. Tell that boy something ne...URGH!!!
Hank-Leroy, what did you say? Finish you sentence.
As Hank turns to look at Leroy, he saw a terrible site. Leroy was standing there, but he could not breathe. A katana blade
was sticking out of his neck. Leroy's eyes rolled in the back of his head. Blood flowed down over his white shirt. As
quickly as he can see, the blade retracted from the body and the body fell down revealing a wall. Hank aimmed his shotgun
and starts to blast holes into the wall. When the shotgun finally spent of its rounds, Hank falls down to his knees and
throws the gun at the wall. Tears ran down his as the memories of his long time friend flows in his mind.
Hank-DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU TO HELL, BOY! SHOW YOUR FUCKING ASS! I WILL SHOW YOU THE TRUE MEANING OF PAIN! SHOW YOUR ASS!
???-So let be written, so let it be done.
Hank looks up to see a dark figure standing before him. And with a little bit more focusing, he can also see the katana
blade, still fresh with Leroy's blood, pointed just a few inches from his nose. Hank starts to turn white and froze there,
not knowing what he was going to do next. He didn't really plan for this to happen, he thought to himself.
???-So, I'm still waiting for the true meaning of pain.
Hank-I...I...I did...I didn't mean that...that at all. I was j-j-j-j-just a misunderst..st..standing. I don't k-k-k-know
what came over me.
???-Hmmm, ok fine. I will ignore that statement for now. Get up.
Hank gets up slowly as the dark figure sheaths his katana in his sheath on the left side of his hip. Once sheathed, he lets
his black leather overcoat drape over it again. Hank looks up and see his face for the first time, which didn't account
for much due to the fact that besides the red scarf wrapped around his nose, mouth, and neck, everything else is covered by
his long stringy jet black hair. The figure walks up to right in front of Hank and Hank can notice another fact--he is tall.
Hank is tall at 5'8, but he is looking directly at the figure's Adam's Apple. The figure looks down and lowers his head so
that he is at Hank's eye level. Hank can now look at his face very well, noticing that the figure is of African descent
and has soft yet intense dark brown eyes. A fucking nigger, Hank says in his head but dares not speak it. He may be
a nigger but he has the upper hand. Daddy didn't raise a fool.
Hank-So, umm, what are we waiting on, you know what I mean.
???-For them.
A few seconds later, flashing lights came on as the police surrounds the building. Thank the Lord, thought Hank but that
was the last thought that came in his head. Speaking of head, his head rolls off his body and rolls to the door, where the
first cop enters and trips over it. As the cop gets up off the floor, a second cop comes in to assist him.
Cop2-Damn, what happen to you?
Cop1-I trip over a...oh my god. I guess we got to call it in.
Cop2-Ok then. Alpha, this is Charlie 1. Checked on the disturbance at Old Johnson's Place. We found 2 dead bodies. We
need forensics out here.
As more cops comes over to the location, the dark figure leans over from the top of the building down at them. A smirk
comes to his lips as the cops work like ants over the situation.
???-Sorry for the mess guys, but that guy called me a nigger and I'm not having that shit.
The figure takes a couple steps back and disappears in a cloud of black smoke
Empire State University-8:15 am
The alarm rings in the room of Kyshaun Matthews and Peter Parker. The alarm is on Kyshaun's side, but the guy doesn't
move an inch. Peter grabs his own alarm clock and throws it at Kyshaun, connecting in the head. But he just won't move
so Peter gets up and turns it off for him.
Peter-Hey Shaun, you need to remember to cut off your alarm on the weekend. That's the third weekend in a row.
Kyshaun(in sleepy tone)-Damn Pete, I'm sorry man.....I do it next time....I swea....zzzzzz
Peter-Damn, you are always sleeping. I dunno how you are passing your classes and hold a job at Tonk Stark Industries.
Speaking of the ol' job, it's your turn to pay for the cable.
Kyshaun(now getting up)-Ok mom, I gotcha. Don't worry bout it.
Peter-You better. Hey listen where was you last night anyways? The party was banging.
Kyshaun-For the last time, you do NOT speak ebonics. It's not your style. And two, I was working late.
Peter-Ah too bad. Well I'm going to shower. Yell if anyone calls for me.
Kyshaun gave a nod as he jumps on the couch and turns on the TV. Great, a Scooby marathon, he thought as he slides
into a comfortable position to watch. But a knock at the door interepts that. Damn door, he thought as he walks to the
door. He opens to a stunning red head with green eyes staring him up and down. When the eyes meet again, Kyshaun yawns
and rubs his eyes.
Kyshaun-Hey MJ. If you want your "tiger", he's in the shower.
MJ-Oh, he's all alone in there. He needs company.
KyShaun-Hey, I know nothing, I saw nothing.
Kyshaun hops back on the couch as MJ sneaks into the bathroom where Peter was showering. Seconds later, a scream was heard
as Peter runs out of the bathroom, completely naked, and runs out the front door. A laughing MJ comes out and sits in a
nearby chair.
Kyshaun-Hmmm, I see you saw his shortcomings.
MJ-It wasn't that short from what I saw.
Kyshaun-Well it's short compared to me.
MJ-Oh great, I forgot, you are the Almighty LD, Long Dilznik, The Black Anaconda. You are so full of yourself.
Kyshaun-Thanks for the compliment. You are so nice. Which reminds me, didn't Pistol Pete ran out the door?
MJ-Yeah, why do you ask?
Kyshaun-Well how's he getting in without the keys?
At that moment, a loud knocking and screaming was coming from the door. Kyshaun walks to the door and look through the
peephole to see a naked panicking Peter banging on the door.
Kyshaun-Who is it?
Peter-Damnit Ky, open the damn door. I need to get in. I'm getting chased.
Kyshaun-Chased by who, the fairies down the hall.
Peter-No worse, the cheerleaders found out I'm out here. Lemme in.
Kyshaun-I dunno. I gotta think about it.
MJ-Ok Ky, you win. Now let Pete in.
Kyshaun-Now this wouldn't have happen if you wouldn't have been devious.
Peter(banging on door)-Lemme in, they're here.
Cheerleader1-There he is girls. Let's get him.
Peter turns to see the whole ESU cheerleading squad running for him down the hallways. Oh great, this is just nice, Peter
thought. This will be just great for the college newsletter. Naked Boy chased and Tackled by Cheerleaders. More on Page 3.
I will so get Ky for this. But at the last moment, Kyshaun open the door wide enough to grab and throw Peter inside the
room and close the door. The cheerleaders stop in front of the door and walk away. Peter stands up and punches Kyshaun
hard in the arm. Kyshaun slid back a few feet and starts to rub his arm.
Kyshaun-Ow, damn Pete that hurts. Are you working out without me knowing?
Peter-Maybe. And that should teach you a lesson about playing with people's emotions. My life could have been ruined bro.
Kyshaun-Ok my bad, geez. Well here use my shirt to cover up.
Kyshaun takes off his Tracy McGrady jersey and throws it around Peter. He catches it and walks away, much to the laugther
of MJ. Kyshaun hops back on the couch, for the third time and starts changing channels.
MJ-What Kyshaun, no Scooby Doo?
Kyshaun(now known as Ky, it not that hard to add 2+2=5)-It's a rerun. Besides, I need to enlighten myself more. Watch more
"smart" shows.
MJ-More "smart" shows huh. That's a first.
Kyshaun-Yeah whatever Mary. HOLY SHIT, IT'S FINALLY HERE!
MJ turns to the TV to see the commercial for the World Fighting Tornument. The best fighters from around the world comes
to this championship to find out who is the best. Kyshaun had tickets for this since last year. The tickets are in his
drawer. His favorite, Ryu (yes that Ryu), won the event 3 years in a row, but this year it's different. Not only the
regular fighters are coming in, but fighters from the King of Iron Fist League (Tekken), The Weaponsmith League (Soul Blade
series), and the Earthrealm League (Mortal Kombat) are combining together to make this a once in a millenium affair.
The happiness can be brightly seen on Kyshaun's face. Peter finally comes out of his room, wearing a black shirt and blue
jeans, and squeezes in besides Mary Jane, staring at Kyshaun.
Peter-I'm gonna take a guess and say that Ky say the ad again.
MJ-Yep, he did.
Peter-So you wanna go now?
MJ-Will Ky be alright like....that?
Peter-Don't worry. It will wear off in like a minute or so. It will be safe.
MJ-Ok then tiger, I'm all yours.
Peter and MJ get up and walk out of the door, leaving Kyshaun there staring at the TV, still wearing the big smile.
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Ky: Awesome work DD1. It got me hooked. I wonder what will I do next.
Da Dark One(DD1): I honestly don't know. I mean I do have an outline of what this story is about but the exacts are not
refined yet.
Ky: Imma guess and say that the tornument is one ain't it.
DD1: Yeah that is true. And thats where you, the unlucky reader, comes into play. I need to find out who will be in the
event. This is a 16 person bracket tornument, so there will be 4 from each league (I need just 3 from the Street Fighter
league due to I personally pick Ryu). Once I have enough feedback to make my decision. The lineup will be in a later
chapter.
Link(from the Soul Calibur 2 Gamecube Edition): What about me, am I selectable?
DD1: As much as I love ya buddy, you are not selectable. As so isn't Spawn either.
Ky: What about Heihaci?
DD1: Well he is covered thanks to the Tekken league.
Link and KY: WELL THAT AINT FUCKING FAIR!!!
DD1: Don't blame me. that the way it is.
Link: Awww.
DD1: Ok Link, Imma gonna whisper something to you. Come here.
Link walks over to Da Dark One and leans close to him. Da Dark One Jedi pulls Ky's katana to his hand and chops Link's head
off. He wipes off the blood and throws it back to Ky.
Ky: WHAT DA FUCK WAS THAT FOR?
DD1: Oh don't be a party pooper. He will be used later. Ok everyone that's the end. Please R&R. Also, yes I know the
Soul Blade series is set in the past, but I will mordernized the characters that you'll pick. Until next time, lata!
of Da Dark One comes into the mix. Comics, video games, tv shows, movies, nothing is sacred. BUt this is no crazy random
story of gibberish. This is the story of Ky Monokae aka Dark Shadow. Ky is a character I created in the Marvel world. He
has an interesting story that if you have the time, I can sum it up in...
Ky: What da fuck man. Hey how about you start the damn story. I'm ready to knock some heads here.
Da Dark One (that's me the author just in case you are wondering): Ok ok Ky geez no need for anger.
Dark Shadow-Ch. 1-Beginnings
New York-2:36 am
Two guys are running from the cops in Lower Manhantan. The guys dive into a nearby abandon building. They duck and hide
as the cops drove past the building. When the coast was clear, the guys reach into their pockets and pull out wads and wads
of cash. They are counting the money up between them.
Guy1-Damn only $100. Hey Leroy, what do you have there?
Guy2(Leroy)-All I have is around $46. That cashier didn't have shit.
Guy1-Yeah I know, the fucking wetback. Probably already swipe some for himself and his goddamn "familia".
Leroy-You tell them Hank. So what do you wanna do now?
???-Well for starters, you could turn yourself in to the police.
Leroy and Hank suddenly stood up and start to search around for the source of the voice, but could not find out. Hank digs
into his pants and whips out a saw off shotgun, double barrel, fully loaded.
Hank-Say boy, why do you come out of hiding. Daddy got a lil present for you.
Leroy-Hee hee hee hee. Hank you are so damn funny.
Hank-Cmon, you little faggot. Show your sweet sweet ass around herre. I'm gonna blast ya.
Leroy-Hank you get him, you get him good. Tell that boy something ne...URGH!!!
Hank-Leroy, what did you say? Finish you sentence.
As Hank turns to look at Leroy, he saw a terrible site. Leroy was standing there, but he could not breathe. A katana blade
was sticking out of his neck. Leroy's eyes rolled in the back of his head. Blood flowed down over his white shirt. As
quickly as he can see, the blade retracted from the body and the body fell down revealing a wall. Hank aimmed his shotgun
and starts to blast holes into the wall. When the shotgun finally spent of its rounds, Hank falls down to his knees and
throws the gun at the wall. Tears ran down his as the memories of his long time friend flows in his mind.
Hank-DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU TO HELL, BOY! SHOW YOUR FUCKING ASS! I WILL SHOW YOU THE TRUE MEANING OF PAIN! SHOW YOUR ASS!
???-So let be written, so let it be done.
Hank looks up to see a dark figure standing before him. And with a little bit more focusing, he can also see the katana
blade, still fresh with Leroy's blood, pointed just a few inches from his nose. Hank starts to turn white and froze there,
not knowing what he was going to do next. He didn't really plan for this to happen, he thought to himself.
???-So, I'm still waiting for the true meaning of pain.
Hank-I...I...I did...I didn't mean that...that at all. I was j-j-j-j-just a misunderst..st..standing. I don't k-k-k-know
what came over me.
???-Hmmm, ok fine. I will ignore that statement for now. Get up.
Hank gets up slowly as the dark figure sheaths his katana in his sheath on the left side of his hip. Once sheathed, he lets
his black leather overcoat drape over it again. Hank looks up and see his face for the first time, which didn't account
for much due to the fact that besides the red scarf wrapped around his nose, mouth, and neck, everything else is covered by
his long stringy jet black hair. The figure walks up to right in front of Hank and Hank can notice another fact--he is tall.
Hank is tall at 5'8, but he is looking directly at the figure's Adam's Apple. The figure looks down and lowers his head so
that he is at Hank's eye level. Hank can now look at his face very well, noticing that the figure is of African descent
and has soft yet intense dark brown eyes. A fucking nigger, Hank says in his head but dares not speak it. He may be
a nigger but he has the upper hand. Daddy didn't raise a fool.
Hank-So, umm, what are we waiting on, you know what I mean.
???-For them.
A few seconds later, flashing lights came on as the police surrounds the building. Thank the Lord, thought Hank but that
was the last thought that came in his head. Speaking of head, his head rolls off his body and rolls to the door, where the
first cop enters and trips over it. As the cop gets up off the floor, a second cop comes in to assist him.
Cop2-Damn, what happen to you?
Cop1-I trip over a...oh my god. I guess we got to call it in.
Cop2-Ok then. Alpha, this is Charlie 1. Checked on the disturbance at Old Johnson's Place. We found 2 dead bodies. We
need forensics out here.
As more cops comes over to the location, the dark figure leans over from the top of the building down at them. A smirk
comes to his lips as the cops work like ants over the situation.
???-Sorry for the mess guys, but that guy called me a nigger and I'm not having that shit.
The figure takes a couple steps back and disappears in a cloud of black smoke
Empire State University-8:15 am
The alarm rings in the room of Kyshaun Matthews and Peter Parker. The alarm is on Kyshaun's side, but the guy doesn't
move an inch. Peter grabs his own alarm clock and throws it at Kyshaun, connecting in the head. But he just won't move
so Peter gets up and turns it off for him.
Peter-Hey Shaun, you need to remember to cut off your alarm on the weekend. That's the third weekend in a row.
Kyshaun(in sleepy tone)-Damn Pete, I'm sorry man.....I do it next time....I swea....zzzzzz
Peter-Damn, you are always sleeping. I dunno how you are passing your classes and hold a job at Tonk Stark Industries.
Speaking of the ol' job, it's your turn to pay for the cable.
Kyshaun(now getting up)-Ok mom, I gotcha. Don't worry bout it.
Peter-You better. Hey listen where was you last night anyways? The party was banging.
Kyshaun-For the last time, you do NOT speak ebonics. It's not your style. And two, I was working late.
Peter-Ah too bad. Well I'm going to shower. Yell if anyone calls for me.
Kyshaun gave a nod as he jumps on the couch and turns on the TV. Great, a Scooby marathon, he thought as he slides
into a comfortable position to watch. But a knock at the door interepts that. Damn door, he thought as he walks to the
door. He opens to a stunning red head with green eyes staring him up and down. When the eyes meet again, Kyshaun yawns
and rubs his eyes.
Kyshaun-Hey MJ. If you want your "tiger", he's in the shower.
MJ-Oh, he's all alone in there. He needs company.
KyShaun-Hey, I know nothing, I saw nothing.
Kyshaun hops back on the couch as MJ sneaks into the bathroom where Peter was showering. Seconds later, a scream was heard
as Peter runs out of the bathroom, completely naked, and runs out the front door. A laughing MJ comes out and sits in a
nearby chair.
Kyshaun-Hmmm, I see you saw his shortcomings.
MJ-It wasn't that short from what I saw.
Kyshaun-Well it's short compared to me.
MJ-Oh great, I forgot, you are the Almighty LD, Long Dilznik, The Black Anaconda. You are so full of yourself.
Kyshaun-Thanks for the compliment. You are so nice. Which reminds me, didn't Pistol Pete ran out the door?
MJ-Yeah, why do you ask?
Kyshaun-Well how's he getting in without the keys?
At that moment, a loud knocking and screaming was coming from the door. Kyshaun walks to the door and look through the
peephole to see a naked panicking Peter banging on the door.
Kyshaun-Who is it?
Peter-Damnit Ky, open the damn door. I need to get in. I'm getting chased.
Kyshaun-Chased by who, the fairies down the hall.
Peter-No worse, the cheerleaders found out I'm out here. Lemme in.
Kyshaun-I dunno. I gotta think about it.
MJ-Ok Ky, you win. Now let Pete in.
Kyshaun-Now this wouldn't have happen if you wouldn't have been devious.
Peter(banging on door)-Lemme in, they're here.
Cheerleader1-There he is girls. Let's get him.
Peter turns to see the whole ESU cheerleading squad running for him down the hallways. Oh great, this is just nice, Peter
thought. This will be just great for the college newsletter. Naked Boy chased and Tackled by Cheerleaders. More on Page 3.
I will so get Ky for this. But at the last moment, Kyshaun open the door wide enough to grab and throw Peter inside the
room and close the door. The cheerleaders stop in front of the door and walk away. Peter stands up and punches Kyshaun
hard in the arm. Kyshaun slid back a few feet and starts to rub his arm.
Kyshaun-Ow, damn Pete that hurts. Are you working out without me knowing?
Peter-Maybe. And that should teach you a lesson about playing with people's emotions. My life could have been ruined bro.
Kyshaun-Ok my bad, geez. Well here use my shirt to cover up.
Kyshaun takes off his Tracy McGrady jersey and throws it around Peter. He catches it and walks away, much to the laugther
of MJ. Kyshaun hops back on the couch, for the third time and starts changing channels.
MJ-What Kyshaun, no Scooby Doo?
Kyshaun(now known as Ky, it not that hard to add 2+2=5)-It's a rerun. Besides, I need to enlighten myself more. Watch more
"smart" shows.
MJ-More "smart" shows huh. That's a first.
Kyshaun-Yeah whatever Mary. HOLY SHIT, IT'S FINALLY HERE!
MJ turns to the TV to see the commercial for the World Fighting Tornument. The best fighters from around the world comes
to this championship to find out who is the best. Kyshaun had tickets for this since last year. The tickets are in his
drawer. His favorite, Ryu (yes that Ryu), won the event 3 years in a row, but this year it's different. Not only the
regular fighters are coming in, but fighters from the King of Iron Fist League (Tekken), The Weaponsmith League (Soul Blade
series), and the Earthrealm League (Mortal Kombat) are combining together to make this a once in a millenium affair.
The happiness can be brightly seen on Kyshaun's face. Peter finally comes out of his room, wearing a black shirt and blue
jeans, and squeezes in besides Mary Jane, staring at Kyshaun.
Peter-I'm gonna take a guess and say that Ky say the ad again.
MJ-Yep, he did.
Peter-So you wanna go now?
MJ-Will Ky be alright like....that?
Peter-Don't worry. It will wear off in like a minute or so. It will be safe.
MJ-Ok then tiger, I'm all yours.
Peter and MJ get up and walk out of the door, leaving Kyshaun there staring at the TV, still wearing the big smile.
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Ky: Awesome work DD1. It got me hooked. I wonder what will I do next.
Da Dark One(DD1): I honestly don't know. I mean I do have an outline of what this story is about but the exacts are not
refined yet.
Ky: Imma guess and say that the tornument is one ain't it.
DD1: Yeah that is true. And thats where you, the unlucky reader, comes into play. I need to find out who will be in the
event. This is a 16 person bracket tornument, so there will be 4 from each league (I need just 3 from the Street Fighter
league due to I personally pick Ryu). Once I have enough feedback to make my decision. The lineup will be in a later
chapter.
Link(from the Soul Calibur 2 Gamecube Edition): What about me, am I selectable?
DD1: As much as I love ya buddy, you are not selectable. As so isn't Spawn either.
Ky: What about Heihaci?
DD1: Well he is covered thanks to the Tekken league.
Link and KY: WELL THAT AINT FUCKING FAIR!!!
DD1: Don't blame me. that the way it is.
Link: Awww.
DD1: Ok Link, Imma gonna whisper something to you. Come here.
Link walks over to Da Dark One and leans close to him. Da Dark One Jedi pulls Ky's katana to his hand and chops Link's head
off. He wipes off the blood and throws it back to Ky.
Ky: WHAT DA FUCK WAS THAT FOR?
DD1: Oh don't be a party pooper. He will be used later. Ok everyone that's the end. Please R&R. Also, yes I know the
Soul Blade series is set in the past, but I will mordernized the characters that you'll pick. Until next time, lata!