The Shadow Knight Begins: Part One: Dark Origin

Chapter 1: The Accident

Four hours later.....

About two blocks away, a semi-truck with no license plates carrying a containment tank came to a stop at an intersection.

The truck had no company name, but it had an order to fill.

Inside its tank was a cargo of sinister potential.

A cargo of a mixture of chemicals that had a dark purpose for its creator, its creator who also owned the truck and the man who was driving it...one of his "employees" if you will.

This man was under the employment of the criminal mastermind known as "The Brain of Crime", and during this eventful day...he was moving one of the boss's shipments in a "ghost" truck.

He refused to ask what he was hauling, because that's how he got this job...because someone asked the boss what the trucks were hauling... turned out to be an undercover cop, and bang! Just like that....old Moe Irving got the job.

As he waited for the light to turn red, he looked out at the streets of the far side slums.

Moe Irving was once like those unfortunate Joes who thrived on the harsh environment which was the poverty streets of lunar city.

Sure in every other city you have your sick, you're destitute and welfare thrives...but in lunar, we had our sort of poor people ghetto....the far side.

The far side was the worst.

It was seventeen square blocks of abandoned buildings, slums, shanty towns...it was a place that no one wanted save two kinds of people, the poor and the criminals.

Moe knew that the source of some of the city's crime came from the far side...desperate people will do anything for money, food, and protection.

That's how he came looking for a job to the brain of crime, the cities criminal kingpin.

He had been fired from his job on Outer lunar's shipping docks due to industrial espionage, and when he couldn't make payment on his apartment he found himself on the streets...until now.

But deep down, he hated the job because he had a feeling that what he was shipping was just causing the city to die more...he could care less about the city, but there where good people...and he couldn't help but feel guilty for being part of the business of death.

Death was not uncommon to him, neither was urban decay or crime, he used to live in New York.

Had a family, a mother, father, sister...planned on settling down someday.

He left lunar to find greener pastures to get away from the big apple and its share of worms.

Then 9/11 came, and he lost everything, and everyone.

When the patriot act came into play, Moe escaped into poverty, hiding in the alleyways of lunar city...until it cooled down, but he couldn't live off of garbage scraps forever.

He needed a job, but the city's new policy to "help with that war in the east", or in Moe's opinion...weave out the destitute left him unable to get hired or put on welfare.

He could barely even find a soup kitchen for the poor in lunar City, and it got worse when crime escalated in lunar soon after the 22nd city council was re-instated into office in lunar's political system during election month.

He eventually found one, a job, and here he was.

"MY family would be so proud" he thought scornfully.