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Hi everyone, this is a spin-off to a series I'm writing. Let me know what you think at marklehberg@live.com.au
I smiled on as more billionaires strolled by me, flashing their teeth. Of course they would, after all this charity ball was funded by my company, ‘Ellison Biotronics’ a weapons and arms manufacturer. Secretly though, I was a vigilante called ‘Dark Slayer’ on account for me metaphorically “slaying the darkness of Los Angeles”. Only last year I was responsible for imprisoning fifty mob bosses. Law enforcement hated me, innocent civilians loved me. I had managed to clean up the mess that was created by my unscrupulous adoptive brother. Although I had heard that he was killed by my previous sidekick Frostbite, I had no doubt in my mind that he had somehow managed to find a way out. I pushed it to the back of my mind as I saw a shady businessman approach a waiter. It was obvious from a crime fighter’s view that they knew each other. I switched on my mini-ear amplifier and stood a little closer to the duo.
“Are the bombs set up?” the businessman whispered, carefully eyeing everyone. At this I managed to pull off making it look like I was happily enjoying my event.
“Why, yes sir” the waiter answered “all the arrangements have been made”.
“Good” he turned but then looked back at the waiter “but I hope you do realise I grow tired of your monotonous failure and that it won’t be tolerated anymore”.
“Yes, sir” the waiter went back to normal and started serving more drinks. I quietly observed a break of sweat tearing from his head and into the unsuspecting drink of a rich CEO. That’s why I liked pouring my own drinks. I put myself into the mindset of Dark Slayer then rushed downstairs to my second house (really a condo). The only way I could save everyone and stop all the bombs was to use the ‘darkness’.
I climbed on the side of the roof, using the suction pads I had recently come to discover. I was on top of the building looking in on the rest of the guests. I smashed through and landed perfectly in the middle of the room. This is where the chaos began. People were running around screaming, a couple of security guards ran up to me. I kicked and dodged at them. Once they were all defeated the waiters took out automatics and pointed them at me and the guests, making sure no one would leave. The businessman from earlier took charge.
“Why, if it isn’t the darkness himself”, he said “I didn’t think you were ever possible to see”.
“Let these people go”, I told him in that dark scary voice of mine. That was thanks to the Ellison Voice Emulator 500.
“I don’t have reason to”, he said pulling out a detonator “you see for five years I’ve been seeking revenge on the rich in this town.
I was a nobody who was struggling to get a job after David Ellison; founder of Ellison Biotronics fired me. I had nowhere to go, after I had repeatedly visited Ellison for a second chance he told all of his rich billionaire friends. After that, no one would hire me. I did exact my revenge on him, but I never got to return the favour to his associates. Until now...”
I rushed at him hitting the detonator out of his hand. It flew across the room landing under a table. The people evacuated as the gunmen/waiters drew to the centre to help their boss in the battle. A couple of them grabbed me and tossed me backwards. They started firing away at me. I leapt in the air and delivered a couple of blows to their midsection. Seeing the criminal businessman reach the detonator I hurled myself at him catching him off-guard. Unfortunately, we were also very close to the window and went flying out of it. As we fell I grabbed him by the wrist and shot my grapple gun, it barely caught the top of the building. He started to laugh, then before I could let go of him, he released his grenade...
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here's the beginning of the series
D A R K S L A Y E R
C H R O N I C L E S
V O L U M E O N E
A P O C A L Y P S E S U M M I T
Chapter One
“Flashback”
Apocalypse, New York
I watched as the limousine dropped off George Travis. To everyone else he seemed like a rich playboy who went to party every night not having to work. That’s what they thought, but I knew better. After a series of stakeouts I had created a link between feared criminal ‘Blackwing’ and Mr. George Travis. I saw through every billionaire’s façade, after all I was a billionaire myself.
I was raised by my parents, David and Lucy Ellison. My dad was the founder and CEO of ‘Ellison Biotronics’, a big weapons and gadgets manufacturer. That was where I got most of my stuff. I was now the new CEO of the company ever since five years ago when Blackwing, came and took away my parents. He was going to go after me but stopped when I shot him, all it did though was leave him with a distinct scar on his right cheek. Ever since then I vowed to find them, I was told by Police Commissioner Quinn that they were as good as dead. That was when I was fourteen years old, now I was nineteen and I was fully trained in martial arts, ninjitsu and weapon handling. Why did I still believe they were alive? Because I had evidence that Blackwing was being funded somehow and although he had the most powerful people under his “wing” he couldn’t have got there unless he was funded by the kind of fortune that my father had. Not to say he was corrupt, but forced into that to keep either me or himself and my mother alive.
George looked around before entering the pin for the DX Industries apartment block. I glided over to the apartment roof and snuck in, repeating the series of digits entered by the billionaire. Every part of this place seemed familiar and was on the account of my being here many times before, mingling with ‘the rich and famous’ only to serve my own purposes of seeing who’s side they were on. Seeing George going in his apartment door I followed suit and got there in time too. The door was just inches from being closed, I slammed it open then repeated the same action when I closed it. George was now aware of my presence. He looked at me in disbelief, and for a second I thought he might recognise me but quickly comforted the fact that I had a black armoured mask and hood protecting my identity. I grabbed him by the shirt and went to his balcony dragging him along. I put his head over, as if threatening to throw him with the wind.
“What’s new Travis?” I questioned menacingly, a interrogation technique I had learned in the Middle East, the more menacingly you spoke, the more dangerous you seemed.
“What’d you want?” He asked frighteningly.
“C’mon, George I know you’ve heard of me, at least through your boss Blackwing.”
He had a shocked expression on his face, so I continued.
“I want to know everything!” My favourite gadget was probably the voice changer; it changed my voice so that it was dark and menacing “what does your boss have planned?”
“I’m just the accountant”, he pleaded “I don’t know anything!”
“I don’t believe you”, I pushed him further over the edge, hoping to force some vital information out of him to do with my parents, without giving out my true identity.
“Wait!” He shouted as water ran down his new suit pants. If that had been on YouTube it would be the #1 video for months. These were the kind of perks that came with the job. “I heard something while I was working late one day”, he continued “but if I tell you, he might kill me”.
“So will I!”
“Okay, okay!” he said “he’s going to assassinate the governors that are coming to the Summit, but number one on his list is Governor Garrett .”
“Is he going to kill him himself?”
He fell silent.
“Is he?!” I pressed further.
He shook his head then said, “Death’s Eye ”. I shuddered as he said this (DEATH'S EYE is the most wanted assassin). Suddenly George’s body went heavy and his eyes went white only then did I notice the bullet wound to his chest. I looked around but saw no one. I placed him upon his bed and left the apartment back to my ‘lair’. George had revealed vital information but inconveniently it might as well been too late, after all the Summit was in two days.
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Hey guys, been a while. Here's chapter two:
Chapter Two
“Summit Preps”
Ellison Mansion, Apocalypse, NY
It was the afternoon so I was officially off the job, if I had spare time I would investigate the Summit matter further but I didn’t have enough information to go on. Whilst I was having breakfast I had researched Deathstrike and found nothing so I was getting ready for my online chat with Frostbite ’s friend at the CIA to get classified information. The conversation is as follows:
\\SECURE CHANNEL LOCKED
\\DARKSLAY : JOHN SMITH, BEEN A WHILE. I NEED YOUR HELP WITH A NEW ASSIGNMENT.
\\JOHN : WHAT DO YOU NEED?
\\DARKSLAY : INFORMATION ON DEATHSTRIKE.
\\CHANNEL INACTIVE FOR A PERIOD OF FIVE MINUTES
\\DARKSLAY : JOHN?
\\JOHN : SORRY ABOUT THAT. I’LL BE SENDING THE INFORMATION OVER IN A JIFFY. GOOD LUCK.
\\DARKSLAY : THANKS. I’LL WIRE SOME MONEY FOR YOUR TROUBLES. SLAY OUT.
\\SECURE CHANNEL CLOSED
Soon enough I had received classified information on Deathstrike and although it wasn’t a whole lot of information it was enough to know a little more about the strange character.
He was a six year old boy living in the Middle East during all the bombing and was subsequently involved in a terrorist group by the age of fourteen. By sixteen he was properly able to wield weapons like toys and at the age of eighteen he was hired for his first job by a corporation who wanted to take out the competition. Of course this corporation was selling drugs so they needed a ‘quiet’ way to settle matters. My attention shifted to the television as George Travis’s face came up on the screen followed by the words ‘Dark Slayer’ I turned the volume up watching attentively.
“Sources claim that the vigilante ‘Dark Slayer’ was responsible for the billionaire’s death”, a young woman reporter said solemnly “the local police are currently getting a warrant for his arrest...” At that I switched off the TV and retreated to my undercover hideout.
Although I knew quite a lot about the upcoming Summit I decided to learn more about it. Using my private internet server I quickly checked Google for quick links. I found one entitled, “Apocalypse, Say Goodbye To Crime”. I clicked into it and found out that the main reason for the Summit was to discuss about how to get rid of corruption and the mobsters that roamed Apocalypse. It would be said that by doing this first in Apocalypse, if it was successfully done it would be followed not only all around the United States but also the whole world. And if that happened, Nightwing’s days as a villain/mob boss would be over. No wonder he had it out for the governor, obviously the governor didn’t need any money from Nightwing. The phone upstairs rang, seeing it was a government number I instantly picked it up.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Mr. Ellison?”
“Yeah”
“It’s the governor here, I’d just like to ask you if you’d have any interest in attending the Summit here in Apocalypse tomorrow”, he asked. Of course I wanted to go, not only would it be a good opportunity for meeting people it’d give me an opportunity to watch the governor’s back. Only thing was I probably would have time to change into costume if something did happen.
“You know, I’d really like to attend but unfortunately I’m behind in running my company as it is”, I felt bad but it was for his own safety “sorry, I know it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity to protecting our city so I’d like to send a donation for running the Summit”.
“Really? You don’t have to do that”, he replied but he was a politician, I knew he meant otherwise.
“I know, but I want to” I said, looking at my watch I said goodbye and said that ‘the cheque was in the mail’ so to speak. Hanging up I went upstairs to take a nap, because tonight I would become Dark Slayer and I would be seeking answers from the one known as, Nightwing!
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