Disclaimer - I don't own Static, The Crow, or any of their characters.
A figure moved through the streets, never coming out of the shadows. He ran across a street and under a streetlight, momentarily revealing his features. He had on a green and white suit with a green mask over his face. He also had on some type of roller skates and a metal dome clamped on to his back. He was Gear. His hair had grown a bit longer in the past year and now was down to the middle of his neck. He also had a small bit of blonde scruff growing on his chin.
Gear slowed his pace as he entered an alley. But then he suddenly stopped. Lying in the middle of the alley was Heavyfist. Gear grabbed a round orb out of his belt and held it, waiting for Heavyfist to make the first move. But he didn't. He just laid there. Cautiously, Gear walked to Heavyfist. When he got closer he realized he was dead. He had a smashed bottle shoved through each arm, each leg, and his chest. And there was some weird design drawn on the wall above him.
"What the hell..." Gear muttered to himself. He stood there and tried to figure out how this had happened. As he did, Backpack walked off Gear's back and began walking around Heavyfist's body. A red beam shot out of its eye and moved over Heavyfist. The beam then disappeared and Backpack walked back to Gear's back.
A huge amount of data began to flash in front of Gear's eyes on his green display screen. Gear's eyes lazily observed it until something caught his eye. "Freeze it there," he said to Backpack. The information flow stopped and Gear began reading it again, slowly this time to make sure he hadn't made a mistake.
"...bottles forcefully entered into body; small residue of electric current found on bottles..." Gear shook his head. There was only one person capable of doing something like that. And he was dead. Gear looked at the drawing on the wall. It was in the shape of a crow.
Over at Ridley's Bar, Slither sat on one of the benches and gulped his bear. Heavyfist was late. And not just late, like he usually was, but really late.
'Something is up,' Slither thought. But then he shook his head and laughed. 'Heavyfist just probably got drunk in an alley. It's nothing,' he told himself. With a sigh, Slither got up and walked out of the bar. The bartender walked over and picked up the empty bear bottle. He cursed his job, serving booze to non-paying bang babies who had some of the biggest egos he had ever seen.
With a sigh, he chucked the bottle in the trash. He then pulled out a cigarette and ran a hand through his red and yellow spiked hair. Flicking his thumb, he brought a small flame out. He lit the cigarette, took a large puff, and turned around.
And came face to face with a white and black painted face that had an evil smile on it. The face belonged to a man that was hanging upside down from the ceiling. He smiled as he saw the bartender's fear.
"What the fuck are you!" the bartender shouted as he backed away. A small flame lit up the palm of his right hand.
"What's it been, a year? Imagine you working here. Rather odd," Static said as he dropped to the floor, righting himself midair. A crow swooped down and landed on his shoulder. "Ebon never did like you, though. I suppose it's smart you stay out of his way."
"Man, who the fuck do you think you are!" the bartender shouted.
"That's not important. I want to know where Slither is. Now."
"And why should I tell you!" the bartender shouted and he hurled the flame at Static. The crow flew off of him as fire grew till it was about three feet wide and engulfed Static chest. The bartender smiled. Static smiled back. He punched the bartender in the face with surprising strength and sent him flying over the bar. Then he patted himself till he had put the fire on himself out. He jumped over the bar and picked the bartender up by his shirt. He raised him up till his feet didn't touch the floor.
A figure clad in black with a hat and collar covering his face stood in the back of a crowd. The crowd was in the cemetery and was standing in front of a casket. Draped over the casket was a white mask that had blue glasses on the top part. The figure took off his hat, revealing red and yellow spiked hair. He bowed his head and then walked away.
"Now, let's try this again. Where's Slither?" Static asked.
"Just left. He was heading towards Main Street," the bartender wheezed. Static nodded and dropped the bartender. "Who are you?"
"I'm surprised you don't recognize my," Static said as he opened his trench coat and showed him the yellow symbol on his shirt. The bartender's eyes widened in recognition.
"It can't be. It couldn't," the bartender rambled on as Static began walking towards the door. The crow flew to Static's shoulder as he walked. Just before he left the bartender yelled at him. "I went to you funeral. I really do respect you, man."
"I know," Static replied back. "Thanks, Hotstreak."
On the street, Slither was walking around Heavyfist's normal prowling grounds. He walked down one alley and saw two men, one on the ground, the other standing above him observing him. As Slither got closer he noticed the two men. The one was Gear. The one on the ground was Heavyfist. And he was dead. Slither let out a yell of rage and began running top speed at Gear. Gear spun around.
"Oh, shit!" he shouted and began skating at top speed away from Slither. Slither kept running after him as he weaved in and out of the many streets and alleys of Dakota. Slither turned around one corner of an alley and saw that Gear was gone. He looked up and saw Gear flying away.
"Fuck!" he yelled at himself. He paced for a few minutes then pulled out his cell phone. He punched in a number and waited for them to pick up.
"Ebon hear," Ebon's voice came over the phone.
"Heavyfist is dead," Slither said abruptly.
"What! How do you know?"
"I saw him. I think it was Gear. He was there when I found Heavyfist's body."
"Son of a bitch. I can't believe it."
"Me neither. Gear actually killed him."
"Actually he didn't," came another voice. Slither dropped his phone and spun around, but saw nothing.
"What was that," Ebon said over the phone. Slither bent down to pick up the phone when he was suddenly kicked. He flew a few feet forward and turned around. In front of him was Static.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Slither yelled. Static smiled an evil smile.
"Killing you," he replied. He shot a black lightning bolt at Slither and sent him flying into a wall. Slither got up and took off his gloves. His face and hands melded into their snake forms. Static just shook his head. Slither lunged at him with a shout of rage. Static dodged punched him in the head. Slither threw another punch but missed again. Static dodged and backed up a step. Slither threw another punch and another, each one backing Static up by one step.
Eventually they were out of the alley. Slither had chased Gear to the docks. And now he was there with Static. Around them were giant cargo boxes, crates, forklifts, and some boats. The docks were abandoned, though, giving them a ghostly feel.
Static jumped up to one of the cargo boxes and started jumping from box to box. Each time he landed he made a loud thumping sound. Slither yelled and started running into the maze of cargo boxes.
"No use hiding, you bastard. I'll kill you eventually," Slither yelled.
"Will you?" a voice echoed back. There was a thump one the box behind Slither. Slither spun around and planted one of his hands' fangs into the cargo box. He pulled it out, leaving four deep holes in the crate.
"Come out you fucker!" Slither shouted.
"You want me? You got me!" Static shouted. He came down on Slither with a bolt of black lightning. It hit Slither squarely in the back. Slither grunted as hundreds of volts racked his body. Static landed on him, forcing him to the ground, then flipped off of him.
Slither walked into the house, breaking the door as he did. There was a man in the living room. Virgil's dad.
"What the-" he started but was suddenly cut off by a chair that flew across the room. It caught him in the head and knocked him down to the ground.
"Isn't this the great Static's house?" Slither asked with a smirk.
"What did you do to the Hawkins?" Static asked, his voice carrying a tone of malice in it.
"Hawk-who?" Slither moaned as he got up.
"The Hawkins!" Static shouted. He drove his fist into Slither's stomach and let out a huge burst of electricity. Slither's body began to smoke a bit. Static dropped him to the ground. "What did you do to the Hawkins? The family of Virgil Hawkins."
"You mean Static's family, don't you," Slither hissed from the ground. "I killed that fat bastard."
"Get out of my house!" Mr. Hawkins yelled. Slither only laughed at him. He took off his gloves and changed into his snake form.
"Time to die, fat-ass!" he shouted. He leapt at Virgil's father and caught him by the throat. Mr. Hawkins's eyes filled with fear as Slither slowly squeezed the life from him, the fangs tearing into his throat.
Static stumbled back a few steps in shock. Slither took the chance to get up. He ran towards Static with all his strength and dug his hands' fangs into his arms.
"My fangs are all filled with a poison. You'll be dead in a minute," Slither sneered. Static's body went limp. Slither dropped him to the ground. He began walking away when a hand grabbed his ankle. He turned around.
Static was gripping his ankle from the ground. Slither shrugged. 'Must have snagged me when I dropped him,' he thought. He reached down to free himself when a crow sitting on one of the crates suddenly squawked. Static stood up and picked Slither up from the ground, dangled him there for a few seconds.
"How can you still be-" Slither stared to say. But he was cut off suddenly by Static, who slammed him into the crate by his ankle. He then spun around and slammed Slither into the other crate. Static dropped him to the ground. He bent down and picked up his arms and held Slither's snake hands to his neck.
"Where is my sister!" Static shouted at him. Slither just stared up in shock. "Where is my sister!" Static shouted again as he stared to squeeze Slither's hands around his neck.
"I don't know your...sis...ter..." Slither started talking. But then his eyes caught the yellow lightning symbol underneath Static's trench coat. His eyes widened in terror and recognition. "I-I-I don't know, man!" he shouted, his voice thick with panic and fear.
"Yes, you do," Static replied coldly. He began to squeeze the snake hands around Slither's neck harder.
"E-Ebon's got her! I-I don't know any more!" Slither screamed. Static smiled.
"Good boy. Now, bye-bye," Static whispered. He gave Slither's hands a giant squeeze and heard his neck snap. Static got up and blasted the carcass with a shot of dark electricity. He laughed and began walking away, a crow flying just above him. The evil laughter followed him, echoing through all the docks.