Chronicles of the Night

Last time, Joseph's self-confidence in his abilities as a hero reached an all time low and has separated himself from the team. Meanwhile Floyd Traxon finished his observations of the Night-hunters and had his men attack them. Using silver bullets and immobilizing weapons, Traxon's hired thugs managed to disable and severely injure both Night-princess and Night-claw, and are holding them at gunpoint.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Marvel Comics elements present in this story, I do own my original characters and the plot.

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Curtains

"The boss wants us to tell you something though." The man pointing his gun at Night-claw and Night-princess said. "He wanted to tell you… Thanks for the entertainment."

"Your… boss?" Night-claw asked.

"…" Night-princess only breathed heavily in pain. "It… hurts… I'm… thirsty…"

"Time to die frea-AH!"

"Hm?" Both of them looked up to see the man who was pointing his gun at them falling flat on his face.

"What?" Everyone turned around to find several small bursts of energy flying at them. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

"Guess who's back!"

"Night-roller!" Night-claw shouted. Night-roller came rocketing up to the two of them, knocking out the remaining guys.

"You two okay?" Night-roller asked as he tore off the net over Night-claw.

"Define okay." Night-claw told him as he struggled to stand up.

"Night-claw… Night-roller." Night-princess moaned.

"Hang on." Night-claw limped over to Night-princess and pulled out one of her vaccines for her and injected her.

"The bullets… still hurt." Night-princess moaned.

"How many are still inside you?" Night-claw asked. "Hm? LOOK OUT!!!" Ignoring the stifling pain and the fact that he was still woozy, he grabbed Night-princess and rolled out of the way of a rocket that just launched at them. Night-roller skated to the side just in time to avoid it and looked at what fired it.

"Holy… moley…" Night-roller looked at the giant mech standing at the other end of the alleyway.

Meanwhile…

"Oh Traxon is not going to be happy about this." The man said. "Although it is a good thing he had a back-up plan." He added as he pulled out a small set of controls.

Back to the alleyway…

"That's the mech I fought two nights ago." Night-claw said. "Ooogg… drugs… still… affecting… me…"

"I'll handle this. You just help Night-princess." Night-roller said. He crouched low and skated at the mech. The mech fired its gatling gun at Night-roller. The shells bounced off of his force field as he moved along.

"Dang, he's got this down pact." Night-claw said. He ducked in to a side alley and began inspecting the bullet holes in Night-princess' body. "Okay… do you feel the bullets still inside any of them?"

"Yes…" Night-princess groaned.

"Okay… it's going to hurt a bit but bare with me." Night-claw said. "This one?" He asked as he pointed at one hole.

"Yes." Night-princess said.

"Okay." Night-claw revealed his claws and reached for the bullet hole.

"HA!" Night-roller thrust his hands forward and they met with the mech's left arm claw. Night-roller slowly began pushing the claw back farther and farther but then the mech gave off an electric shock. "Whoa!"

"Force fields at 50 percent power." The helmet flashed.

"Dang, can't get shocked like that." Night-roller told himself. He skated backwards and narrowly avoided a rocket that was fired at him. Night-roller turned and fired two fingered blasts at the mech, however they simply burst in to harmless sparks that didn't even scratch the mech's armor as they struck it. The gatling gun fired at Night-roller again and this time he skated around it to avoid the fire.

"Ah!" Night-princess gasped as Night-claw dug out the fifth bullet from her leg, letting the bloody bullet drop from his bloody fingers.

"Ugh… I'm glad I'm not hemophobic." Night-claw groaned.

"Night-claw… how's Night-roller doing?" Night-princess asked.

"Hmmm… sounds like he's got his hands full." Night-claw said after listening for a minute.

"It's getting more and more accurate." Night-roller said as he skated alongside the wall of one building with the bullets trailing behind him. Night-roller put together three fingers and fired it at the mech, but they were having about as much effect as the two-fingered blasts. "Computer, analyze armor." Night-roller said as he looked at the mech and started skating circles around it.

KABOOM

"Whoa!" Night-roller's force field absorbed the explosive force of the rocket for him but it did throw him off balance.

"Force field operating at ten percent power. Warning. Target's armor indicates that a full powered blast would disable it."

"Full power? But that's dangerous!" Night-roller said. "I could level the building behind it if I used full power. Wait… maybe…" Night-roller screeched to a stop and skated back towards the mech. The mech kept firing its gatling and rocket launcher at him. Night-roller managed to avoid everything fired at him, he then tucked and skated between the mech's legs.

"Is that good?" Night-claw asked as he dug out the last bullet he could find.

"Yes…" Night-princess sighed. The holes were now healing a fair bit faster, but still slower than usual.

"Here." Night-claw stooped down and carried Night-princess piggyback style and walked out the alleyway. "Whoa."

"RAH!" Night-roller skated right in to the mech's left knee joint and caused its leg to go flying upward and knocking it off balance. Night-roller then turned around, skated and jumped above it. "Full hand blast!!!" Night-roller put together all of his fingers and his thumb on his right hand and pointed it at the mech below him. A massive blast of energy about almost as big as Joseph flew at the mech and…

KAAAAAAAAABOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM

"Wow…" Night-claw said.

"That's… destrucive…" Night-princess said. When the smoke cleared, the mech was in a decently large crater in the ground with the mech lying in charred pieces.

"Force field at ten percent power, right glove energy depleted. Necessitates recharge. Necessitates recharge." The helmet visor flashed.

"Whew…" Night-roller sighed. "You two okay?"

"Yeah but… the concert and… how did you know anyways?" Night-claw asked.

"One, we've got a little over twenty minutes to get back to the concert." Night-roller told him.

"You're okay?" Night-princess asked.

"Actually… I kind of got over it last night after you guys left." Night-roller said.

"What? But with your inf… uh I mean…" Night-claw tried to think of something.

"You know about that?" Night-roller asked. "Listen, the doctor said that it's only a mild inferiority complex. Things bum me out sure… but I don't stay down that long."

"Oh…" Night-claw said.

"But… how did you know we were in trouble?" Night-princess asked.

"I knew it before you did actually." Night-roller said. "You see, when you guys told me about that drug deal and that mech thing, I got a bit suspicious, so I went to those places those events took place at." Night-roller said.

"You did? You find anything?" Night-claw asked.

"Hidden cameras and mics." Night-roller said.

Meanwhile…

"Oh crap oh crap oh crap…" The man in front of the monitors said. He pulled out a slip of paper and a Sharpe pen and scribbled a note on to it before bolting out of the office. The note said… "I RESIGN"

Back to the alleyway…

"How did you find them?" Night-princess asked.

"My helmet picked it up, and there are cameras and mics around here as well." Night-roller said.

"WHAT!" Night-claw looked around frantically.

"Whoa…" Night-princess gripped Night-claw tighter trying not to fall off as he looked around.

"And I even managed to trace back the signals to where they were being sent." Night-roller said.

"Wait… does that mean…" Night-princess started.

"Yes. I know exactly who's behind this. And you won't believe me." Night-roller said.

"Who?" Night-claw asked.

"I'll tell you on the way to visit him."

Later…

The lights were out in a very large bedroom. The plush carpeting was beige in color, the perfectly made bed had large pillows and a thick blue blanket, and the room had numerous shelves with candles and boxes everywhere, all very neatly arranged. Floyd Traxon walked in to the room wearing a large white bathrobe holding a glass of champagne with a smile on his face. He turned his back to the large window and balcony behind him and took a sip from his glass. He then heard a click behind him. "Ah… the Night-hunters I presume? How nice of you to join me." Traxon turned around and indeed, Night-roller, Night-claw, and Night-princess, now climbing down off of Night-claw's back were standing at the window.

"Hello Traxon." Night-roller said.

"Care for a drink?" Traxon asked smoothly as he stood where he was, still smiling confidently. "It's the least I can do after all the trouble you went through tonight."

"No thanks." Night-claw spat.

"Why? I had heard you were a good man." Night-princess whispered.

"A little girl like you wouldn't understand." Traxon said as he started walking calmly around his bed. Night-claw stepped forward but Night-roller put a hand in front of him. "But why? Because it's power. Power over the thugs and lowlives, and thus even more power in the city. Power to keep me out of jail, power to influence powerful people, power to earn more money."

"So that's it then?" Night-claw asked.

"Yes." Traxon told them. "So then, what are you here to do? Beat me up? Humiliate me? Try and turn me in to the police? Kill me?"

"No." Night-roller said. "Attacking you would make us look like the bad guys, and we don't have concrete evidence to turn you in either."

"…" Traxon smiled, turned around and looked at them. "I thought so. You may have won this round, and you'll continue to ruin little thefts of my devising no doubt, but be warned, I'll find a way to beat you, you'll make a mistake, and when you do, I'll crush you with it."

"And let me warn you, one of these days you're the one who's going to make a mistake. And the moment you do, you're behind bars." Night-roller warned.

"Hssssss…" Night-claw hissed at Traxon as they turned around and jumped off the balcony. After they left, Traxon turned to the wall and hurled the champagne glass at it.

"Rrrrrrrrr… I will get them." He growled.

Later…

"Where is he where is he where is he?" Mr. Roberts was pacing the floor in a booth above the stands looking over the stage. The seats were all full, or at least they would be if anybody was actually sitting in them.

"He's here." Felix said as he walked in through the door.

"Oh! Mr. Thomas! Where?" Mr. Roberts asked. "Hey… what happened to you?"

"Oh… the bruises… uh… some punks tried to mug me. I went out the door to get a breath of fresh air but thankfully one of those Night-hunter guys saved my tail."

"Oh really? Hm well…" Mr. Roberts said. "Now what about High Roller?"

"Three… two… one…"

"YEEEEEAAAHHH!!!"

"WOOOHOOOOO!!!"

"HEY!!! ARE YA'LL READY FOR THIS!!!" Joseph shouted from the stage. Joseph looked up at the booth and saw Night-princess standing on top of it, although she looked so small from where he was.

"Oh thank goodness…" Mr. Roberts said.

"I told you… everything will be just fine." Felix said.

"Well… you're doing a good job. Now if you'll excuse me, I need some fresh air for myself." Mr. Roberts said as he walked out.

"This is a song… dedicated to the heroes out there… stalking the night…" Joseph said from the stage.

"Wait… he made a song about us? Whoa…" Felix thought. "Heh… good to have you back Joseph."

"Joseph… I'm glad you're okay." Night-princess thought from the top of the booth.

Outside the open-air stadium, Mr. Roberts reached for his cellphone and dialed a number. After it rang a few times, someone answered it on the other end. "Hello sir." Mr. Roberts said. "Yes, he seems to be holding out. May I ask a question sir? Why watch him? Shouldn't I just bring him in to custody? Hmmm… understood sir. I'll keep watching him. Yes, I understand General Fury." Mr. Roberts said as he hung up the phone.

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And so concludes the King of LA arc. Leave a review and let me know what you think.