16 YEARS AGO. CULT OF KHONSHU'S SACRED GROUNDS.
Marc wore a red ceremonial robe, as well as all of the men behind him in the pews. They were sitting in the chapel of the cult of Khonshu, before them sat the huge replica of the statue of Khonshu. Marc had been kidnapped by these people some years ago, for being the chosen one. Tough he grew to love the people around them. For they were his family. He looked up towards the statue to see the 'Messenger'. The priest of the cult, and also Marc's adoptive father.
"And let Khonshu guide us all through th-" Marc's 'father' said, but was cut off by the doors to the chapel being kicked open. A man in black walked through holding a double-sided bladed staff in his hand. He wore a full black suit and a full face black mask. The man chuckled before swinging his arms, beheading one of Marc's 'family members'. Marc closed his eyes as the feeling of liquid sprayed onto his face. Screams filled the chapel.
"RUN MARC! YOU MUST RUN!" Screamed Marc's 'father'. Marc opened his eyes and looked at his 'father'. Only to see a large blade plunged through his chest. The great man, who had taught Marc so much dropped to his knees and opened his mouth to speak, the only thing that would come out was blood, a dark, substance that Marc would soon grow to crave. The man in black withdrew the blade and walked through the pews past Marc, only saying one thing:
"Well, chosen one, see ya in a few years, when yer' ready." Marc tried to cry, but couldn't, his body wouldn't let him. Instead he screamed....That's when he heard the sirens. Marc's eyes widened and he sprinted out of a back entrance. Never looking back....Never......
NOW. NEW YORK CITY.
Marc's eyes opened fast, and he breathed hard, the pillow in which his head lay was damp with sweat, along with his sheets. He examined the dark room, before standing and walking over to the covered window. He opened the blinds. The sun was setting. It was almost time. Marc slowly walked over to the closet, clicking 'power' on the TV while making his way there. The news immediately turned on. The News reporter began to speak:
"The NYPD have ensured that the 'Moon Knight' killer will be apprehended, they stated that while the case is an extensive one it will be solved. they also stated that they believe he may be a worker for a new and rivaling gang in New York. Seeing as though, his only victims are mafia, mob or gang members, though further observations will be reported as they come along."
Marc snorted and huffed before pulling the hood over his hand and equipping his lightweight armor. Though not quite effective they should stop small or standard blades, he had designs and was hoping to upgrade soon. But for a man on his 'budget'. These things were luxuries to him. As he finished putting on his suit he walked over to a small table in teh corner of the room and picked up two bottles of pills, twisting open the caps he took a couple of each and shivered. The sun slowly passed down over the mountains and out f sight, leaving only the darkness to engulf the...'city that never sleeps'. and with that,Moon Knight disappeared from the room and into the night.
DOWNTOWN NEW YORK. OUTSIDE OF LELAND OWLSLEY'S SUPPOSED HIDEOUT.
Moon Knight sat perched on a rooftop. Staring down at the entrance, 3 door guards, obviously hiding weapons. Owlsley was scared, and Moon Knight liked it. He leaped off the building and landed in front of them, revealing a truncheon from beneath his cloak he watched as the guards frantically reached for their guns. Turning quickly Moon Knight sent the truncheon barreling into one of their faces, snapping his neck. He leaped into the air and dismantled the truncheon, making what seemed to be two batons. Coming down quickly, he bahsed them into the ramining mens skulls, collapsing them. Their bodies fell to the ground, their skulls open and blood stainging the sidewalk.
Moon Knight looked towards the door to the building and kicked it in, entering. He stared at the group of suited men with machine guns pointing at him. Moon Knight said one thing and one thing only.
"....Bang...."
TO BE CONTINUED.....
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