Brockton Bay was fallen, and there were none to mourn it.
The sun had set upon it.
Those who still dwelled within it, huddled in the darkness of their homes. Upon streets filled with black sand, the monsters walked and fed upon the despair and horror that filled the city.
Once, there had been heroes and villains who would have fought the monsters. A fortress of light and hope had once stood upon the bay, but that was before.
Before the coming of the tide crimson as with blood. Before the desert of the Unreal filled the streets with their ebon sand. The age of heroes and villains was from before.
It was before She had came, heavy sword of fossilized rage in hand to go snicker snacker upon those who would stand before her. A queen of monsters, she had challenged those who would claim the city.
It was hers, she declared. Without mask or fancy name to conceal who she was.
An alliance had been called against her. A truce of heroes and villains alike.
Not that it helped as she proved that heroism and villainy colored one's blood not at all as she spilled them equally upon the thirsty rude earth.
There were those from outside the city who who came to challenge her, to bring low the Mother of Monsters as she was styled by them. They had named her thus for the monsters she made of men, of the creatures that capered about at her heels.
The heroes died as one battling her. She hid not where she laired, nor where she wandered while within her domain. The villains who sought her out to make a name for themselves, she brought low with sword and laughter.
The armies of mortal men in armor of cold hard steel, she crushed with her own armies clad in their armor. The weapons of science that they used against her, those she ignored for they were beneath her.
The missiles that they fired upon her while she rested, those she forgave not and replied in full. After all, they didn't need those cities if they were willing to use them as missile launching platforms, did they?
A wall was erected beyond the dark desert that sprawled from the city, and men were put to task. That none of the monsters of Brockton Bay strayed from it.
Brockton Bay was fallen, and there were none to mourn it.
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The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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Monsters
Goblin Queen Out-take
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Writer's notes : Another What If. This time, Sword! Taylor instead of Ring.
Please note that this is extremely non-canonical and is more a what-if than an actual part of the story.