Let me thank Judas Rising for letting me use his; and what I think one of the best OC characters ever; Malice. Now let's get on with the story

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Ch.11: Shadow's and Plan's

Jump City, Price Corp.

Price watched as the morning sun rise up from his office with a smile, some people believed that Price never left his office or his building for that matter. The truth is he didn't, on his chair is a secret button the moves a wall behind the office showing a very large bedroom with a queen size bed and a large plasma TV. There was a bathroom to the right and a kitchen to the left of the room. Price called it his 'Room of Life' where he would be at full contact with his business and all that intruded, plus Price had a very capable hideout for certain problems. He could pull the chair inside and be saved by a 2 foot thick steel titanium wall. Price heard his communicator beep again. He pressed a button and heard soft voice come on the machine.

"Hello Mr. Price, how are you this morning, a Malice character is here to speak with you, he is in the lobby." said the voice.

"Thank you Debra send him to me at once, we have important business to speak of."

Mr. Price heard the communicator go dead and he listened to the sound of the elevator moving up the steel walls of his building. There was the ding of the arrival and the doors slid open. Then there was the sound of cold footsteps walking towards the door. Price heard a knock on the door, he clicked a button on his master chair and the metal doors slid open. As the doors slid open a cold chill filled the room. Malice still in his cloak walked through the door and as he walked a dark shadow tuned the area behind him pitch black. Price felt pure terror as Malice walked in; it was like the darkness had clutched hold of his heart and kept his mouth shut.

"Hello Mr. Price…chilly in here isn't it?" asked Malice as he took a seat at the opposite chair of Price.

Price sat up in his chair and cleared his throat.

"Yes… I do believe it is, but you wont be long we need to discuss your terms, what makes you think you can defeat Logan anyway?" asked Price with a clutch of his throat.

Malice smiled and coked his head up some so Price could see one deep blood red eye. The eye pierced through Price like a bullet, Price felt a sharp pain in his chest and he nearly fell over in pain.

"I can see the darkness in your heart Mr. Price, you are a very pathetic man, no true strength of your own, you feel all alone and so you want the man who made you alone dead. You see I am what you call a shadow holder. My powers rely on a mans true inner evil, I have the power to contact the shadows and even manifest the shadow in your heart into its true form. Would you like to see your?"

Price looked at him and backed his chair away slightly. He nodded curious at what Malice meant. The cloaked figure got up from his chair and started to walk over to Price, the darkness now seemed to be following him, it swirled and curved with every step he took it was like pure ultimate darkness was his shadow. Malice stood not 2 feet away from Price when he lifted his cloaked hand. Price could see a black leather glove around his hand. Malice put his palm on Price's chest and like a portal his hand entered Price's body and held onto his heart. Price's eyes went white and his body shivered and quaked under the pressure. Malice smile grew wider as he caught hold of Price's darkness, as he exited Prices body a trail of black liquid followed him. The black liquid spilt onto the floor like water and made a large puddle of darkness. Malice backed away and in the shadow of Price he could tell Prices eyes had become normal.

"Now watch Mr. Price as your true darkness takes form of your worst fear." smiled Malice as he walked away from the puddle.

Price gasped and coughed as he saw the puddle began to bubble and move. The water grew higher and higher, and it began to take shape. The water became in the outline of a woman. Then it became a colorless replica of his long dead wife Samantha. Her body had been rotten and decaying from decomposer. Her chest had a whole straight through her heart. Her eyes were pure white with lines of exhaustion, her jaw had been ripped open, and it was hanging by tiny pieces of flesh. He hands were now in pieces, some parts were bare bones while others were rotting flesh. Below her dress was something like an umbilical cord. Hanging onto was Price's never born son, his body as well was decomposed and rotting but it began to scream sounding like that of a dieing cat and nails on a chalk board. Price started to yell and scream in terror as he saw his dead wife and son start to move forward. He saw his son's body drag on his tile floor leaving a trail of black blood. Price wanted to run away but he found himself stuck almost glued to his chair. His wife's body came almost face to face with him. Price could see the wiggling maggots crawling in her throat and her dried and dead tongue hanging out of her open jaw.

"Jonathan…why did you let me die? Why didn't you save me?" cried his wife in a voice indescribable.

As Samantha Price talked; it looked like her jaw just flapped around letting dust and maggots fall to the floor.

"Samantha you know I didn't mean to let you die…I loved you." cried Price as he tried to look away from her rotting flesh.

Samantha's body came face to face with him, she bent down to his face and he saw her eyes gleam in the dim light.

"If you did love me then give me a kiss."

Price felt like vomiting, but he couldn't he saw the bodies face move to his lips; he could smell the death and grave yard dirt in her hair.

"Make it stop…please no more!" yelled Price as he saw the dead lips press on his cheek.

Malice let out a small chuckle, he snapped his fingers and like she had been out of her grave, Samantha's body fell limp on Price's body, her image began to sink into Price's chest and he felt his pain go into his heart. Malice walked over to him and patted him on the shadowed shoulder.

"You see Mr. Price, every person has something there afraid of, and my powers let me use that to kill them, along with my shadow abilities I can actually kill a man to death with his own imagination. This was just a provident of my powers."

Price nodded and saw Malice walk back to the exit way of his office.

"I…I…I don't know what to say…but that…you hired."

Malice nodded and Price saw him sink into the shadows like a stair well. As he disappeared Price was left alone. And with the vision of his wife and son still fresh in his mind he began to sob and snivel in terror. Price was crying with joy and with pain and sadness. Logan wouldn't stand a chance.

Mr. D's Diner

Logan walked into the diner to see the usual people there again. Tina was walking around the diner looking for an order to take; David the chubby chef was flipping burgers behind the counter. When Logan walked in, they both looked at him with a smile.

"Hey Logan whats up?" said David as he walked out of the counter and went over to shake his hand.

Tina ran over to him and kissed his cheek.

"Hey Big L, Raven aint here right now, but we'll cook you up something while you wait." smiled Tina as she went back to taking orders.

"You knew her name? And that means you must know."

"About her powers…of course but were like family to her, we aint gona tell Price." smiled David as he went back to flipping burgers.

Logan smiled and went to the booth he sat at the last time he stepped foot into the diner. On the wall next to the kitchen door was the large dent he made when he flipped that punk Nicky into. Logan watched people eat there food and leave. Soon he ordered a large scotch and a salad. When he began to eat and drink his food, he heard the front door open and a familiar scent walk into the room. When Logan looked up he saw a cloaked woman walk in. Her hair was bushed back into her cloak and her eyes were shielded by sun glasses. Her feet made a soft clanking sound on the floor; she was wearing high heeled shoes. Logan sniffed the air again, her scent seemed so familiar but he didn't recognize the girl. The mysterious woman walked up to the counter and took a seat on a stool. She didn't get an awkward eye like when he entered, but then again she didn't have the Price Passion sign nor had the frightening shaded look. She just looked like an average woman going probably to work. As Logan looked away from the woman he saw Raven walking towards the diner, but she was with someone. As she entered Logan got a good remembrance of the man she was with. It was Nicky only he looked clean, cut, and perfectly sober. As they walked in Raven saw the green skinned man at the booth. Like a rocket she rocketed towards Logan with open eyes. She gave Logan a large hug and a kiss on the cheek when she got to him. Nicky soon followed and shook Logan's hand.

"Garfield it's so good to see you again…so how was every buddy?" asked Raven with a smile.

"Fine, there all living happily, but I sure the hell didn't have a good trip, sorry if I scratched up your chopper…so what he doing here?" asked Logan with stern eyes.

Raven sighed and watched Nicky sit down in the booth.

"Logan I know you hate me, but I want to thank you, it was your fists that told me I needed to stop drinking, smoking, and doing drugs. And I have been that way ever sense you left. Your abuse helped me clean up my life. And Raven has helped me get a job here so I can start saving money up to buy a house." smiled Nicky as he rubbed his still black eye.

Logan gave him an eyebrow and then looked at the two.

"So that must me that your both…you know together?"

"Oh no…Raven and I have now learned that we just weren't meant to be; besides you said you were her boyfriend."

Logan let out a sigh of relief and a small grin.

"O.k. Nicky I believe you…so what's been up sense I have been gone?" asked Logan as he gulped his scotch.

"A lot…Price has been getting crazier and crazier every day, it seems like he's preparing to launch the Price Passion soon, we have heard that he has already started the mass production of a very powerful weapon, so as I hope you know, the other Titans, are returning to Jump City and we are going to help you stop Price before all of this starts to happen."

Logan sat his scotch down and sighed, he was running out of time, Price was hoping to start the Price Passion as soon as the weapons were operational and not until he was dead. Logan looked at Raven and gave another grin.

"Sounds like a plan…so when do we start?"