THREE AND A HALF YEARS AGO. ROGUE TERRORIST CAMP.
Marc Spector stood over top of his best friend, Dale Hawkings,clutching a large lead pipe in his hand. Dale was on his knees in the sandy terrain. Surrounding the two were at least 14 in the terrorist group that had captured their squadron a month and 7 days ago. Marc flexed his fingers around the pipe as one of the captors stepped in front, he looked American. His dark brown hair bringing out the green in his revolting eyes. Marc had watched him pop out the teeth of 6 of his team-mates with a swiss army knife, he had been labeled 'The Bushman'. He grined towards Marc before screaming to 'do it'. The man raised a gunt o Mark's head and continued to scream 'DO IT!'. The man cocked the gun and Marc's eye twitched, he raised the lead pipe and Dale screamed. Marc brought the pipe down on his head, immediately caving it in. Marc screamed as he hit Dale, over and over and over again. Blood sprayed from the fallen soldiers body as his body was mangled by his once great friend. Marc opened his eyes and looked at what he had done. A tear dripped from his eye and slid down his cheek, collecting droplets of the crimson liquid that excreted from his friend. First he dropped the pipe and then he dropped to his knees.....A gun barrel pushed against Marc's temple and the Bushman spoke.
"What's your governments plan?" He asked. Marc breathed out before replying.
"How the %&*@ should I know, buddy?" the Bushman screamed in frustration, a gunshot erupted through the air and a scream exited The Bushman's mouth, his gun fired as he fell to one knee, the bullet flew over Marc's head. Marc turned slowly to observe the situation. A helicopter lingered overhead. An American helicopter, a sniper looked out, firing at the captors. The Bushman had been shot in the leg, Marc stared at him before snarling, Marc reached into the bushman's pocket and pulled out his Swiss army knife. Marc chuckled before opening the Bushman's mouth by force, he screamed. the scream only fueled his hatred, gave him a reason. Marc slowly slipped the blade under the root of one of his front teeth, flicking his wrist his tooth flew out, squirting blood onto Marc's hand. Behind him, his captors were being mercilessly shot though Marc drowned this all out, and enjoyed the time that he had.....
NOW. NEW YORK CITY.
Moon Knight sat perched on a gargoyle. His hood flowing in the wind, his hood, stained with blood. He leaned his head back, listening below him....'The Owl'. A gang lord located here, in New York city. The Owl spoke to a few of his guards, outside of a warehouse below Moon Knight.
"No one comes in, no one goes out without my say so. Alright, !$%^*!# !?" The goons nodded and Owl entered inside. Moon Knight leaned forward and leaped off the gargoyle, flying through the night sky, the clouds part, revealing the New Moon. Not giving him his full power. but enough. He landed before the two goons and stood up straight, they rose their guns quickly but were interrupted. Moon Knight extended his arms allowing one Crescent Dart each to fly into their throats. both of them fell and clutched their wounds, blood dripping between the creases of their fingers.
The door to the warehouse was kicked open. Moon Knight standing in the entrance. Owl and another gang lord turned to him with their assortment of roughly 23 goons. Moon Knight said nothing but held out both of his arms, the doors closed behind him and he revealed two small canisters in his hands, smoke grenades. He flicked the pins and rolled them across the floor, the gas excreting from them and blinding as well as disorienting. Moon Knight made his way around the room, random gun fire overpowering the sound. through the thick white fog the occasional spray or misting of red fluid could be seen across the room, or for some a few feet away, unfortunately making them the next fountain show. Owl stood with the other gang lord and two more goons. They made their way to an exit and made their way out. Sprinting towards a limo. Behind them, the warehouse went up in flames and Moon Knight exited. Tossing one of the goons heads on the pavement and clutching two crescent darts in his palms. As the gang lord and the Owl got into the limo the driver took off, leaving the other two goons behind. They turned and held up their pistols, they both pulled the triggers in unison. and Moon Knight flicked his wrists, launching two crescent darts towards them. One each landing in the barrels of the handguns. The bullets made contact with the darts and exploded, taking multiple fingers with them. Moon Knight unsheathed his crescent hilted sword and walked closer, beheading both of them in one quick movement. Creating a puddle of blood on the dark Pavement. Moon Knight turned his head slowly and saw the limo make a hard right and pull around a corner. Moon Knight sheathed his sword and turned the other way. Walking off into the night. Saying one thing, and one thing only as he disappeared.
"Khonshu strengthens me....Always."
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