MSV's Moon Knight

The Bait

The hatchet was flying at a high speed straight at Marc's face. The drunk Frenchie attempted to leap in front of the weapon, however jumping too early.

Marc did not try to move at all, but he stuck his hand out. He was going to attempt to catch it. This could go horribly, but it was worth a shot.

Surprisingly however, he caught it by the blade just in time, for it it were just a second earlier or later, then it would have struck him right in his stomach.

"Shit!" The Shadow Knight yelled, bursting through the door back into the streets, full speed.

"Get after him bro!" Frenchie said, in a demanding voice, as he stomped his foot down.

"Calm yourself mate." He said, sprinting at the door as he was going to pursue the fucking psycho.

He ran right through the doors spotting him not far down the street. He held the hatchet in his right hand as he made chase.

It was odd how, in many people's eyes, he looked like the crazy one out of the two. After all, he was the one with the weapon, chasing after somebody.

"Stop him!" He yelled to people as the criminal passed them, knocking a few over as he shoved them out of his way.

The hatchet man sprinted round a corner, out of Marc's sight. However, as Marc ran around the corner, he was shoved to the ground and stamped on the head by the Shadow Knight, who snatched the hatchet back off Spector just before he turned and sprinted the other way, back in the direction where they came from.

With both a bleeding and broken nose, Marc couldn't do much apart from throw a massive strop on the ground, letting out an angry scream as he was very clearly pissed.

He slowly struggled to get to his feet, but managed it. He rounded the corner only to realise the man was gone, out of sight.

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The Bait

—NY Medical Centre—

Marc lay in a hospital bed, still pissed off by the earlier events. About 4 hours had passed since then however.

Marlene and Frenchie both sat in seats at the side of the bed. Marlene was reading a magazine while Frenchie had nodded off.

Spector's head ached, as he lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling with a bandage on his nose which wrapped around the circumference of his head.

The bandage was stained red with his blood, which had stopped leaking from his nose.

Then, all of a sudden, Frenchie just snapped awake, as if something awoke him.
"Yo, the doctor said you're gonna pull through, you're going to survive!!" He chuckled clapping his hands together just once while cheering, as both Marlene and Marc couldn't help but just stare at him. "What?"

"Of course I'm gonna survive, it's just a fucking broken nose."

"Yeah, that's what I just said. You're gonna survive!"

Marc sighed as Marlene and he locked eyes and smiled at each other as she asked. "Are you feeling better?"

"A little bit, yeah. Still stings if I touch it, or laugh, or basically just do anything with it. I can still breathe through it and shit, but yeah. It's a bit better."

"That son of a bitch is gonna pay for what he did." Marlene smiled, kissing Marc on the forehead as he nodded. "We need to devise a plan to stop this motherfucker."

"Actually, I've kinda already got an idea." Marc said, as the other two turned their heads back round to face him. "We could use somebody as bait. To lure him in. We could create a trap to catch him."

"We'd need to find somebody who's willing to be the bait then." Frenchie pointed out, as they tried to come up with someone just right for the job. "I've got an idea! Maybe... we could think of someone who's up to the job!"

He was clearly still being a drunk moron, as Marc rolled his eyes and Marlene held back a laugh.

"I'll do it.."

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February 26th 2016
00:26

"Marlene you ready? And sure you're up to this?" Marc just had to make sure that she was actually willing to do this.

"Calm down honey, I'm not just some pussy." She reassured, as she stood on a nearby pathway.

Marc was on a ledge, right next to the pathway but not visible from where Marlene was standing.

Frenchie was watching from a bush, where he could see the path and alert the other two when the man was coming.

A terrifying feeling all of a sudden overcame Marc- what if this went wrong? What if he lost his girlfriend?

Several possibilities just raced through Marc's head as he heard something from his Walkie-Talkie.

"I see him!" Frenchie quietly yelled into the device. Marc silently alerted Marlene by giving her the thumbs up.

The Shadow Knight was currently making his way down the pathway when he noticed the young-lone girl standing there. He grunted, revealing his hatchet as he approached Alraune.

The closer and closer he got, the tenser the three got. Marc started to sweat, as he got ready to leap out.

The Hatchet Man finally got within swinging range of her, raising his hatchet as she whirled round as fast as she could, pepper spraying him in the eyes, causing him to let out a massive shriek of pain.

Marc lunged our of hiding, booting the man the ground as the hatchet was thrown directly at him, however it missed but just a bit.

Marc ripped the weapon out of the wooden fence, pursuing the madman. They ran by several houses, some ruined.

Marc finally caught up to the criminal, as he tackled him, causing the two to crash through the window of an old abandoned house.

Moon Knight swung the hatchet right at Shadow Knights face, as he was lying on the ground, struggling to hold the hatchet away as it was just mere inches away from impacting his face.

He eventually knocked it out of Marc's hands and pulled out a pocket knife, stabbing him in the side

"Fuck!" He cried, as he was pushed away and slammed into the wall by the man. He removed the knife from his side, tossing it into the psychos stomach.

Marc kicked him to the floor, lifting the knife out, as he cut the mans bandana in half and pulled down his hood to finally find out who it was.

"Randall"?!!"

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