The Knight Hawk

Blood In, Blood Out

Deep in the jungles of South America, Patricia and Jared Dalton led an excavation of an old Mayan temple.  Along with them, they brought along their twins, Brenda and Brandon.  The temple was an enormous site.  The writings and pictures on the temple were all intriguing to the two spelunkers.  As Patricia and Jared dove deeper into the temple with their crew, the adventurous twins looked for some excitement of their own. 

            Brandon found a small opening in the temple.  After informing Brenda of his finding, the two entered into the opening.  They found that the hole in the temple led to an enormous cavern.  They continued along into the cave, eager to find something of interest.  They felt that maybe there was some lost treasure within the cave.  Their parents made a living by discovering findings in lost civilizations and ruins.  They hoped to maybe make some sort of finding of their own.  As they pushed on through the cave, they found what appeared to be a shrine of some kind.  There were two statues standing at the shrine.  One was beautifully sculptured work of art.  It’s head looked up into the air with its hands held out as if in praise to something.  The other, however, was a completely different scene.  It was a monstrous looking statue with snakes depicted slithering over its body.  Its face was in a state of anguish and its hands clenched as if to attack something.  As the twins approached the statues, they found a stone nested in the chest of each of the statues.  The first statue’s stone was a sparkling white stone.  Brenda picked up that stone.  The other statue’s stone was a pitch black, coarse stone.  Brandon picked up that stone.

            “Brandon,” Brenda asked, “What do you think these were for?”

            “I don’t know, sis,” he answered.  Brandon fiddled with his stone.

            “They have to have some use,” Brenda stated.

            “Yeah,” Brandon started, “Maybe these statues were gods to the people of the temple.”

            “We should take these to mom and dad.”

            “Wait,” Brandon called out to Brenda.  As he approached her, their stones began to resonate.  The stones vibrated in their hands.  When Brandon stood next to his sister, the stones began to glow intensely, as if calling out to each other.  The glow from the stones got brighter and brighter.  The twins were engulfed in a flash of light.

            Two months later in Metro, everyone was in attendance at a fundraiser for homeless children held by Frank Whyte.  Whyte had gone all out on the extravaganza.  He spared no expenses.  He had hired the most expensive caterers in the city.  The orchestra he hired to play at the gala was the best in the city.  Whyte was known for throwing the biggest parties in Metro City.  The people of Metro enjoyed his parties.  Among many others at the fundraiser were Lt. Damian Lynk and Chief George Thompson. 

            “I can’t believe this chief,” Damian started, “Whyte throws all of these little parties for the city, yet no one seems to see that he’s the biggest crook in the city right now.”

            “I know what you mean Lynk,” replied the chief, “But you’ve got to keep your cool.  You’re the department’s best officer and I don’t need you to blow everything you have on Whyte because you don’t like him.”

            “I’m better than that chief.  You know that, but it’s just the attitude that Frank carries himself with.  He walks around the city like he’s Mr. Clean.  Does he think that his garbage don’t stink.”

            “I’m sure he does Lynk.  That’s why it’s up to you to show him it does.”  Thompson and Lynk continued to mingle with the guests at the party.  Among the guests there were Patricia and Jared Dalton.  Whyte had asked them to attend to question them about their excavation of the Mayan temples.  He had heard stories of a great power within the temple and was curious of whether or not the spelunkers had come across anything of that sort.  Fashionably late at the party as always was Tony Smith.