Post by jordan on Mar 8, 2014 4:26:43 GMT -5
All Star Marvel Presents
Daredevil/Punisher
In a City Without Fear
Conclusion
By Jordan
*
The growl in the Punisher's voice shakes me to my core. How does he know this beautiful woman that looks just as deadly? How did he get himself wrapped up into all of this?
"It's been a long time, Franky." Her voice is sweet and smooth, her movements fluid and seducing.
"Elektra. Its about time we met again."
"Well you surely didn't think that the Leader would just let you run rampant and destroy our connection to the Darkness, now did you?"
"A man can hope can't he?"
"Um, can someone clue me in on what's going on?" My voice comes out confused weaker than usual. I have to compose myself.
"Whose the friend, Franky?"
"He calls himself the Daredevil. He's a child playing dressup is all he is." Frank Castle's voice is powerful, sharp and to the point. His arms flex with every step she moves closer. The portal of light behind Elektra opens wider and wider.
"Dressup?" I stand tall and stare at them both from an outsiders view. She's lethal. Trained. Powerful. But she has an aura around her, something that sets her apart from all the others I've seen. But Frank stands tall and unwavering, a man on a mission, a man with death in his eyes.
"Yes, you're playing goddamn dressup kid. Just like that fuckin' spider-junkie who runs around and thinks he owns the place. And Tony fuckin' Stark. You're all playing dressup, trying to save the world frmo the things that don't even matter, when you should be fighting by my side, trying to defeat this bitch and her army of God-frosakin' ninjas."
"Her army of what?" As soon as the words leave my mouth, a shadow is thrown over the portal of light and seven ninjas emerge, their skin tainted blue, their eyes colored red. "Aw fuck."
"Yeah, kid. So are you gonna keep playin' dressup are you gonna help me take these fuckers out?" Silence surronds the scene for just a second as his words ring through the open air. I don't know how to answer, and he doesn't wait. "So be it!" He unleashes a rain of bullets across the ninjas and three fall instantly. No bullets hit Elektra as she pounces forward to meet us. The remaining five ninjas draw their blades and charge me.
One brings his sword down hard towards my head and I barely dodge it to the left before another slices my leg. I manage to move just in time to only take minimal damage to my thigh, but damn does it still hurt. I come down hard on one ninja's head, knocking him to the ground unconscious. I pull my billy clubs from a pouch on my back and prepare to take on the other five. I hear the gunfire shooting out across New York as the Punisher battles Elektra. I'm not sure if we all will survive.
I take the first step as I lunge forward, smacking a ninja across the face hard enough to knock him off balance. I follow it up with a knee to the jaw, throwing him out of the fight. I feel the swords coming down behind my and use my billy clubs to catch the blades, turning and flicking the two blades from the ninjas' hands. One kick breaks a ninja's knee, the next his jaw.
I swing billy club after billy club into the body of the other ninja--harder and harder with each strike. He doesn't fall. He refuses to fall. "Just lose already, damnit!" His eyes are full of anger and loathing. What have I done for this look to be in his eyes.
"The Hand of the Light will never lose, Son of Darkness." I swing my club hard and he catches it, pulling a knife from his pocket. "But you, my friend, shall." Just before he stabs the knife into my stomach, a stray bullet splits his head in two and he falls dead on the roof of the church. I look over to see if it was intentional. It wasn't. The Punisher is solely focused on his fight with Elektra, which seems to be at some form of a stalemate. With every bullet he fires, she expertly dodges, his perfectly sculpted figure moving out of the way of each and every bullet. She uses her two katanas to deflect the bullets she cannot dodge, and many of those bullets spray the Punisher all around his body. Blood drips from dozens of wounds.
"Listen, Franky, we can keep this up all day, but when the hammer hits the ground, we both know I'll be the winner."
"Not if I have anything to say about it you little whore!" Suddenly, his right hand gun stops fire. Click. Click. Click. It's empty. He throws it to the ground, pulling a grenade from a pouch on his side. He flicks off the pin with his thumb and tosses it at her while still firing his left hand gun. She bats the grenade away but takes three bullets to the leg. The grenade explodes just over the edge of the roof, raining shrapnel down onto the unsuspecting bypassers of the New York City streets.
"Guys, stop it!" And, with those words, it all stops. The bullets stop flying, Elektra stands still. Their eyes locked in a kind of silent combat. "Woah." Nothing moves.
"Well, here's your chance to plead, boy." Her voice is electric.
"You're--you're hurting innocent civilians down there, you have to stop this."
"The Hand of Light cares not for the Sons of Darkness, young devil. We destroy what we wish and we reap the rewards of our power." Her voice is still electric and it creeps into my with every ounce of evil as though it were the devil himself.
"And I've been fighting this war for too long to give up my only chance to finish it once and for all."
"But what do you get from winning a war by killing hundreds?" My voice sounds like that of a concerned toddler, ringing out in a fight between mother and father.
"We will get the chance to rebuild together, Daredevil. For now, help me take this bitch do--behind you!" His voice echoes with concern as three shots ring from his gun. But they're too late as the sword seeps deep into my back. I feel the sharp tip exit through my chest just before everything goes black.
*
That day was three months ago, and still, I sit here thinking of nothing else. My eyes wander the endless darkness that is the landscape of my room, seeing nothing by the seas of red. My own voice echoes back to me, but is empty and hollow, shallow like the pools of tears in my own heart. I touch the still sore scar on my chest and feel the newly sewn skin.
My mind keeps flashing back to that day--meeting the Punisher. Fighting the Ninjas. Getting stabbed. Everything going black. Waking up in a warehouse, blood pouring across the floor. The Punisher looking into my eyes. Me, asking how I'm still alive. Him, telling me that I'm immortal now, but only until the Light is defeated--however long that may be.
How could this all have happened so fast? Baptized by fire, I guess. I lightly touch the floor with my foot and everything shakes. Still woozy. It feels different now. Knowing that I can't die at any turn. It's a different feeling altogether. There's a powerful knock on my front door. I have to rush to get it. "Coming!" I shout, my voice echoing through the halls as I race through the ocean of red.
I throw the door open and before me stands the hulking figure of the Punisher stands above me, his eyes glaring into my soul. "Um, hey there buddy, who're you looking for?" His trenchcoat hangs long down his body, covering most of his hulking figure. His eyes are full of pain and hatred. The large skull is painted on his chest.
"I'm looking for you." He stands there, waiting, his eyes staring into me, baring down on my whole self. What do I say? What can I say? How does he even know who I--the baptism thing. Damnit.
"Um..." He's still waiting. He doesn't barge in. He doesn't say a word. "Wanna come in?" Before I can even step out of the way, he tosses me aside and runs into my apartment. I manage a look into the hallway. What a relief it is that none of my neighbors saw him. My door closes quickly and I turn to see the Punisher scanning my apartment.
"You have three bedrooms, why?" His voice is a fierce mixture of inquiry and excitement.
"Honestly? Because I can."
"One of them is mine now."
"What do you mean 'One of them is mine now'?" He doesn't mean what I think he does, does he?"
"We're in this fight together now, Matthew Murdock. We have both been baptized by the Church of Darkness, and our war on the Light has just begun."
"What happened with you and Elektra the other night? Didn't you kill her?" He turns slowly and glares at me once more.
"I was too busy saving your life." Ouch. Low blow.
"Well...where's your stuff? Maybe I can help you move in?" He holds his arms out in a gesture as though he were going to embrace me.
"This is my stuff." Light packer. Geez.
"Well...make yourself at home then, I guess."
"I cannot, fore we must begin our war immediately. Who knows when next they shall strike."
"Well, how can we find Elektra?"
"It's simple--we make her find us."
"And how do we do that?" A silence. He stands silent, starring at me in confusion. Did I do something wrong?
"You're smart, you figure it out." Oh god, I'm the brains. This is going to be so bad. He steps slowly towards me and draws a short, ruby blade from his sheath on his hip. He holds it out to me, the tip just inches from my head. "Bow, Matthew Murdock."
"Um, I don't really feel comfo--"
"Bow." Within seconds, I drop to a knee, glaring down at the floor beneath me. The ruby blade touches the back of my head and then lifts away. Oh god, this is it. I'm going to die by ruby blade. And then--nothing. "Matthew Murdock, I hereby coronet you as a member of the Marvelous Knights of Darkness. May we forever uphold our laws and values in the face of the darkness.
Oh god. This is even worse.
*
TO BE CONTINUED IN--
MARVEL KNIGHTS!
Daredevil/Punisher
In a City Without Fear
Conclusion
By Jordan
*
The growl in the Punisher's voice shakes me to my core. How does he know this beautiful woman that looks just as deadly? How did he get himself wrapped up into all of this?
"It's been a long time, Franky." Her voice is sweet and smooth, her movements fluid and seducing.
"Elektra. Its about time we met again."
"Well you surely didn't think that the Leader would just let you run rampant and destroy our connection to the Darkness, now did you?"
"A man can hope can't he?"
"Um, can someone clue me in on what's going on?" My voice comes out confused weaker than usual. I have to compose myself.
"Whose the friend, Franky?"
"He calls himself the Daredevil. He's a child playing dressup is all he is." Frank Castle's voice is powerful, sharp and to the point. His arms flex with every step she moves closer. The portal of light behind Elektra opens wider and wider.
"Dressup?" I stand tall and stare at them both from an outsiders view. She's lethal. Trained. Powerful. But she has an aura around her, something that sets her apart from all the others I've seen. But Frank stands tall and unwavering, a man on a mission, a man with death in his eyes.
"Yes, you're playing goddamn dressup kid. Just like that fuckin' spider-junkie who runs around and thinks he owns the place. And Tony fuckin' Stark. You're all playing dressup, trying to save the world frmo the things that don't even matter, when you should be fighting by my side, trying to defeat this bitch and her army of God-frosakin' ninjas."
"Her army of what?" As soon as the words leave my mouth, a shadow is thrown over the portal of light and seven ninjas emerge, their skin tainted blue, their eyes colored red. "Aw fuck."
"Yeah, kid. So are you gonna keep playin' dressup are you gonna help me take these fuckers out?" Silence surronds the scene for just a second as his words ring through the open air. I don't know how to answer, and he doesn't wait. "So be it!" He unleashes a rain of bullets across the ninjas and three fall instantly. No bullets hit Elektra as she pounces forward to meet us. The remaining five ninjas draw their blades and charge me.
One brings his sword down hard towards my head and I barely dodge it to the left before another slices my leg. I manage to move just in time to only take minimal damage to my thigh, but damn does it still hurt. I come down hard on one ninja's head, knocking him to the ground unconscious. I pull my billy clubs from a pouch on my back and prepare to take on the other five. I hear the gunfire shooting out across New York as the Punisher battles Elektra. I'm not sure if we all will survive.
I take the first step as I lunge forward, smacking a ninja across the face hard enough to knock him off balance. I follow it up with a knee to the jaw, throwing him out of the fight. I feel the swords coming down behind my and use my billy clubs to catch the blades, turning and flicking the two blades from the ninjas' hands. One kick breaks a ninja's knee, the next his jaw.
I swing billy club after billy club into the body of the other ninja--harder and harder with each strike. He doesn't fall. He refuses to fall. "Just lose already, damnit!" His eyes are full of anger and loathing. What have I done for this look to be in his eyes.
"The Hand of the Light will never lose, Son of Darkness." I swing my club hard and he catches it, pulling a knife from his pocket. "But you, my friend, shall." Just before he stabs the knife into my stomach, a stray bullet splits his head in two and he falls dead on the roof of the church. I look over to see if it was intentional. It wasn't. The Punisher is solely focused on his fight with Elektra, which seems to be at some form of a stalemate. With every bullet he fires, she expertly dodges, his perfectly sculpted figure moving out of the way of each and every bullet. She uses her two katanas to deflect the bullets she cannot dodge, and many of those bullets spray the Punisher all around his body. Blood drips from dozens of wounds.
"Listen, Franky, we can keep this up all day, but when the hammer hits the ground, we both know I'll be the winner."
"Not if I have anything to say about it you little whore!" Suddenly, his right hand gun stops fire. Click. Click. Click. It's empty. He throws it to the ground, pulling a grenade from a pouch on his side. He flicks off the pin with his thumb and tosses it at her while still firing his left hand gun. She bats the grenade away but takes three bullets to the leg. The grenade explodes just over the edge of the roof, raining shrapnel down onto the unsuspecting bypassers of the New York City streets.
"Guys, stop it!" And, with those words, it all stops. The bullets stop flying, Elektra stands still. Their eyes locked in a kind of silent combat. "Woah." Nothing moves.
"Well, here's your chance to plead, boy." Her voice is electric.
"You're--you're hurting innocent civilians down there, you have to stop this."
"The Hand of Light cares not for the Sons of Darkness, young devil. We destroy what we wish and we reap the rewards of our power." Her voice is still electric and it creeps into my with every ounce of evil as though it were the devil himself.
"And I've been fighting this war for too long to give up my only chance to finish it once and for all."
"But what do you get from winning a war by killing hundreds?" My voice sounds like that of a concerned toddler, ringing out in a fight between mother and father.
"We will get the chance to rebuild together, Daredevil. For now, help me take this bitch do--behind you!" His voice echoes with concern as three shots ring from his gun. But they're too late as the sword seeps deep into my back. I feel the sharp tip exit through my chest just before everything goes black.
*
That day was three months ago, and still, I sit here thinking of nothing else. My eyes wander the endless darkness that is the landscape of my room, seeing nothing by the seas of red. My own voice echoes back to me, but is empty and hollow, shallow like the pools of tears in my own heart. I touch the still sore scar on my chest and feel the newly sewn skin.
My mind keeps flashing back to that day--meeting the Punisher. Fighting the Ninjas. Getting stabbed. Everything going black. Waking up in a warehouse, blood pouring across the floor. The Punisher looking into my eyes. Me, asking how I'm still alive. Him, telling me that I'm immortal now, but only until the Light is defeated--however long that may be.
How could this all have happened so fast? Baptized by fire, I guess. I lightly touch the floor with my foot and everything shakes. Still woozy. It feels different now. Knowing that I can't die at any turn. It's a different feeling altogether. There's a powerful knock on my front door. I have to rush to get it. "Coming!" I shout, my voice echoing through the halls as I race through the ocean of red.
I throw the door open and before me stands the hulking figure of the Punisher stands above me, his eyes glaring into my soul. "Um, hey there buddy, who're you looking for?" His trenchcoat hangs long down his body, covering most of his hulking figure. His eyes are full of pain and hatred. The large skull is painted on his chest.
"I'm looking for you." He stands there, waiting, his eyes staring into me, baring down on my whole self. What do I say? What can I say? How does he even know who I--the baptism thing. Damnit.
"Um..." He's still waiting. He doesn't barge in. He doesn't say a word. "Wanna come in?" Before I can even step out of the way, he tosses me aside and runs into my apartment. I manage a look into the hallway. What a relief it is that none of my neighbors saw him. My door closes quickly and I turn to see the Punisher scanning my apartment.
"You have three bedrooms, why?" His voice is a fierce mixture of inquiry and excitement.
"Honestly? Because I can."
"One of them is mine now."
"What do you mean 'One of them is mine now'?" He doesn't mean what I think he does, does he?"
"We're in this fight together now, Matthew Murdock. We have both been baptized by the Church of Darkness, and our war on the Light has just begun."
"What happened with you and Elektra the other night? Didn't you kill her?" He turns slowly and glares at me once more.
"I was too busy saving your life." Ouch. Low blow.
"Well...where's your stuff? Maybe I can help you move in?" He holds his arms out in a gesture as though he were going to embrace me.
"This is my stuff." Light packer. Geez.
"Well...make yourself at home then, I guess."
"I cannot, fore we must begin our war immediately. Who knows when next they shall strike."
"Well, how can we find Elektra?"
"It's simple--we make her find us."
"And how do we do that?" A silence. He stands silent, starring at me in confusion. Did I do something wrong?
"You're smart, you figure it out." Oh god, I'm the brains. This is going to be so bad. He steps slowly towards me and draws a short, ruby blade from his sheath on his hip. He holds it out to me, the tip just inches from my head. "Bow, Matthew Murdock."
"Um, I don't really feel comfo--"
"Bow." Within seconds, I drop to a knee, glaring down at the floor beneath me. The ruby blade touches the back of my head and then lifts away. Oh god, this is it. I'm going to die by ruby blade. And then--nothing. "Matthew Murdock, I hereby coronet you as a member of the Marvelous Knights of Darkness. May we forever uphold our laws and values in the face of the darkness.
Oh god. This is even worse.
*
TO BE CONTINUED IN--
MARVEL KNIGHTS!