Disclaimer - I don't own Static Shock, any of its characters, The Crow, or any of its characters.
Heavyfist, no longer wearing his glasses, walked down a street in Dakota. The rain had stopped, but he was still wet. He ran a hand through his hair and shook it. As he walked a little boy about the age of eight or so ran out in front of him, chasing a ball. Heavyfist abruptly stopped. The little boy ran into Heavyfist and fell backwards onto his butt.
"Boy, do you know who I am?" Heavyfist asked. Just as he did, a woman came running after the boy.
"Oh, Heavyfist," she pleaded, "please don't hurt my boy. He didn't know better. He's still young."
"He's old enough to learn some goddamn respect," Heavyfist shouted. His right fist grew to the size of his head and he swung it at the boy. It hit the boy's left arm and there was a loud cracking sound. The boy instantly began to cry and held his arm. The mother held him close and whispered to him, trying to shush him.
"Now thank me, bitch," Heavyfist said smugly. There were a few seconds of silence. "I said thank me that I didn't kill the little fucker!" Heavyfist yelled at the woman.
"Th-th-thank you, Heavyfist, f-for your m-mercy," the woman sobbed.
"That's better," Heavyfist replied. "Now get the hell out of my way." The mother grabbed her child and ran the direction she had come from. Heavyfist let out a sigh and continued walking. "When are they gunna learn?"
Slither sat in a chair in Ebon's office. It was a big room with a desk at the front and five chairs scattered around. Slither too no longer wore the sunglasses that he used to require. Across from him sat Bullet. She also didn't have on any glasses. The door opened and Heavyfist walked into the room. Slither looked up.
"What took you so long?" he asked. "The meeting was supposed to start five minutes ago."
"I had to solve a little problem," Heavyfist snickered.
"Do that on your own time, not mine," a voice came from behind the desk. Ebon rose up from the floor, coming through a portal that he had created. A black girl rose up with him. She looked to be in her late-teens and was wearing tattered rags that barely covered up her figure. Her hair was a mess and looked like it had once been in two pigtails but was now thrown over her face.
"Why did you bring the bitch to the meeting," Bullet sneered.
"She needs to be trained," Ebon replied. "But, back to the matter at hand. We need to step up around here. We've been having instances of attacks and resistance that need to be put out."
"That damn Gear keeps mixing things up," Slither said. "I don't know why we haven't killed him yet."
"Maybe because every time we try he has some piece of shit to get away from us," Bullet said.
"No matter," Ebon cut in. "He's nothing but a tricky bastard without Static. We'll get him in time."
"Right. So, we can go now?" Heavyfist asked.
"Last to come, first to leave, what do you have to do Heavyfist?" Slither mocked.
"Damn-it Slither! Get off my back," Heavyfist yelled as his fist grew in size.
Bullet let out a sigh of disgust. "Will you two stop acting like children?" She got up and walked out of the room. Slither and Heavyfist looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"So, the usual?" Heavyfist asked as he got up.
"Yeah, see-ya tonight," Slither replied. They got up and walked out the door. Once through Ebon's house and on ground level they went their separate ways. Ebon sat behind his desk and watched. The girl besides him began to inch away from him. Ebon's arm stretched out and grabbed her and deposited her on his lap.
"And where do you think you're going?" Ebon asked as he fondled one of he girl's breasts.
"If my brother was here you wouldn't dare treat me this way," the girl spit in Ebon's face. Ebon backhanded the girl across the face.
"Don't you dare disrespect me, bitch," Ebon said, his voice still calm and cool. "Your brother was nothing and now he's dead. And you're mine." Ebon stood up and began to sink into the floor through another portal. He took the girl with him.
On the street, Heavyfist walked with no destination to really go to. He was board and decided that he needed some booze. He walked into a nearby liquor store and walked out with a big brown bag that had some bottles in it. He then walked down a nearby alley to enjoy his drink. What he didn't see was that on the roof across the street there was a black figure watching his every move. With a laugh the figure launched himself across the street, onto the roof of the liquor store. The laugh followed him and echoed through the streets.
Heavyfist looked up as he heard the laugh. 'Probably just some drugged up asshole,' he thought. With a shrug he took a swig of his drink. But suddenly the laughter echoed again. But this time it sounded louder. Heavyfist continued drinking. Then the laughter rose up again. This time it was so close that Heavyfist stood up. "Who's there!" he shouted.
"Death," came the reply. It seemed to come from all sides. Heavyfist's fist both grew to the size of a small trashcan and he held them up, ready for whatever is was that was out there. Suddenly there was a flash of lightning. Heavyfist turned to see what it was.
But the figure was behind him. Static punched Heavyfist in the back, black lightning swirling around his hand. Heavyfist let out a grunt and turned around, swinging his fist at whatever had just attacked him. Static ducked under the giant fist and delivered an electric upper cut to the Night-breed's face.
Heavyfist stumbled backwards and looked at his attacker. "What the fuck are you suppose to be?" he sneered.
"Death," he said again. He jumped up over another swing from Heavyfist.
"That's right, you're gunna die!" Heavyfist shouted, working himself into frenzy. He began to swing and jab at a faster rate. Static kept backing up, jumping and ducking under the blows. Heavyfist kept advancing, swinging and swinging. Static let out a small poke of lightning, hitting Heavyfist in the face. Heavyfist let out a shout of rage and continued advancing. Finally, Static was backed up against a wall. Heavyfist let out a shout of rage and triumph as he swung his fist with all his might.
The fist hit Static square in the face. Because of its size it also it him in the neck and part of his shoulder. There were multiple cracking sounds and Static fell down to the ground. Heavyfist's hands returned to normal and he stood over the body of the man he had just slain.
"Now who's 'Death'?" Heavyfist sneered. He turned around to go back to his drink when the laughter started. It started quiet but became louder and louder until Heavyfist couldn't stand it. He spun and around and watched, horrified, as Static picked himself up. There were multiple cracking sounds as the bones just broken reset themselves and healed. Heavyfist backed up.
"W-what are you?" he asked.
"Death," Static replied with an evil smile curling his lips. He leapt up and delivered a roundhouse kick to Heavyfist's head, black lightning swirling around his leg. Heavyfist stumbled backwards and clutched his face, which was now seared and burned from the electricity. Static then held out his hand and caught Heavyfist with his power. He pinned him against the wall of the alley. With the other hand he brought the bag over to him using his powers.
"So, how long has it been, Heavyfist?" Static asked. As he talked he pulled a bottle out of the bag. He smashed the bottom and held up the bottle, observing the sharp edges.
"H-how l-long since w-what?" Heavyfist asked, almost peeing his pants.
"Why, how long since you killed me?" Static asked with an evil smile. He threw the bottle up into the air and caught it with his powers. He then shot it forward, shoving it through Heavyfist's hand and into the wall behind him. Heavyfist let out a scream of agony.
"I-I-I don't even know you, man," Heavyfist grunted.
"Really? Then let me refresh your memory." Static broke another bottle and shoved it through Heavyfist's other hand. Another scream ripped through Heavyfist's throat and into the night sky. "The chemical factory. You fought me and broke my arm," Static said calmly.
Heavyfist looked at the symbol on the man's shirt. Then it hit Heavyfist. "S-Static? B-b-but Bullet k-killed you," he whispered.
"Yes, she did. But now I'm back from the hells that she sent me to," Static replied as he broke another bottle. He shoved it through Heavyfist's leg. Heavyfist shouted again. "Where do I find the others," Static asked.
"Bullet comes and goes as she pleases. Slither's going to meet me at Ridley's Bar in an hour," Heavyfist wept. He knew he was going to die.
"What about Ebon?" Static asked, shoving another bottle through Heavyfist's other leg.
"He lives in the mansion on top of the Ebon Tower. Tallest skyscraper in town," Heavyfist said in one breath.
"I must thank you Heavyfist. You've been so helpful. And now let me repay you," Static sneered. He took the last bottle and broke it. He levitated it into the air and sent it flying. It landed in the middle of Heavyfist's chest. There were several cracking sounds and Heavyfist let out a bloodcurdling scream. But then all was silent. The crow flew down from the building and landed on Static's shoulder.
With a wave of his hand, Static dismissed his power over Heavyfist. He fell to the ground with a sickening thud. Static bent down and pulled the trench coat off of him. "I like this coat," he murmured. "Mind if I use it?" Static then bent down and took some blood dripping from the night-breed and put it on his fingers. He drew the symbol of the crow on the wall next to him.
"Time to be going," Static said with a smile. He leapt into the air and propelled himself higher with his powers and landed on the roof. He jumped from roof to roof, into the darkness. An evil laughter followed him and echoed through all the streets.