A/N: My very first fiction to be posted! This features my O.C. and the Original League!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the figure. That figure is all mine! The person behind the figure will be revealed soon!
Trailer for
Night of Broken Wings
Opens in the dimly lit streets of London, the air fowl with the stench of the filthy drunkards passing out on the cold hard cement of the ally ways after a night of hard drinking. One lone figure passes dressed for an evening of extravagance with a long billowing coat and black hat pressed firmly down, casting the rest of its face in shadow. From its coat it pulls one small silver throwing dagger with a solid black bound hilt, its gloved hand holding it poised for throwing. A dark voice is heard from the background.
Voice Over: The darkness hides me, it truly being my one and only friend. Here I am feared amongst the lowest of the low, the demon of nightmares. Most think I am a tale to frighten the little ones to bed…
The camera has been moving slightly around the figure and is now poised in front of its face, dagger still poised and ready.
V.O: Oh how little they know…
The figure looks up suddenly as a flash of blinding silver light envelopes the screen, changing into a scene of the League, each racing one way, chasing something the audience can't see.
Flash
Nemo is in a fierce battle with the figure, his ornate sword clashing upon the silver cross hilt sword of the stranger. Nemo flings the sword from the strangers hand and stands poised, sword ready for the killing blow until darkness envelopes the stranger.
Nemo: What are you?
Voice: The same as you…no one.
Flash
Tom seen aiming toward something the camera can't see.
Tom: Are you going to cooperate now?
Voice: Do I seem like I would cooperate?
Flash
Mina is seen speaking with the figure shaking its hand. The camera swings facing the figure, we see its face covered by a black bandanna and dark glasses.
V.O: Now the League must combine with a villain to stop the utter terror unleashed.
Flash
Figure stands far from camera as it pours down rain, one clawed paw steps in front of camera only allowing the ankle and foot to be seen. Loud snarls and growls can be heard.
Flash
Figure seen dodging bullets
Flash
Skinner bowled over by a winged creature, covered by leathery wings. Skinner embraces the creature back.
Flash
Figure stand alone on a warehouse building looking down toward the Nautilus.
V.O: Now the stories have come to life, now longer the prowler of the streets…
Flash of silver light shows us back at the figure in the beginning.
V.O: …but now the savior of the lives I once took.
The figure throws the dagger toward the camera as the entire screen goes black behind it. The dagger falls buried in the black ground as the camera moves to look at it from a sky point of view, showing letters etched into the ground
The Night of Broken Wings
Silver lights flash as the figure removes the bandanna and glasses.
Coming Soon…
A/N: This is my first fiction so don't be too cruel with the flames! Please Read and Review!