A well known threat in the Police community has recently returned to Hell's Kitchen, and has started to terrorise the area. However, the vigilante known as Moon Knight steps up to try and stop the psycho.
Total Pages: 34
Completed: 31st May 2020
Rev...
The door swung open and the apartment was immediately met with Marcs bloody and beaten face.
He had just returned home from a big night of boxing. The apartment had quiet a fowl stench, as not so pleasant things had happened here in the past.
Marc entered the apartment, locking the door behind him as he set the keys in a bowl off to the side.
He threw the gloves on the kitchen counter and climbed into bed, trying to get some rest.
His eyes slowly shut as he lay on his back in the cold apartment on the dark night, knowing there was trouble going on somewhere.
However, he wasn't up to being a vigilante tonight.
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Nearby Spectors apartment, a man stumbled down the street, looking almost drunk every step he took.
A group of young men followed behind him, joking around and laughing at the lone man, just a few metres in front of them.
However, their jokes and laughs were cut short as the man revealed a hatchet in his right hand, slowly turning around to the face the group, now walking quickly in their direction.
"Oh shit!" Most of them yelled, as they scattered in different directions as the hatchet carrying man stopped dead in his tracks, watching the young men flee for their lives.
The man raises his hatchet, as he chucked it at one of the men, smashing into the back of his head, as he fell, face first, to the ground.
The man approached his body, ripping the hatchet out of his skull, then whacking the hatchet into his head countless times, until what was his head, was just mush.
He tore the hatchet out a final time, licking a small drop of blood right off the tip as he continued walking down the Pathway.
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THE INVESTIGATION BEGINS
It was 6.30am, only a mere 2 hours after Marc finally got to sleep, and he heard sirens. He huffed, not wanting to get out of bed. He rubbed his eyes, which were as red and tired as they could be.
He practically fell out of the bed, barely standing on two feet. He yawned as he stumbled over to the window, spotting the flashing lights of the police cars.
"What shits gone down now?" He mumbled to himself, getting changed into a leather jacket, black T-shirt and dark jeans.
He ran out the front door, closing and locking it behind him. He didn't put on his costume as that was only really a night time job.
