Chronicles of the Dusk
Hello again readers. This time I bring to you the sequel to "Chronicles of the Night". Originally I was going to wait a while before writing this, but I had the story stuck in my head, so I decided to simply go ahead and put it out there.
Our old friends the Night-Hunters rejoin us for another adventure, full of action, suspense, drama, romance, and a compelling story that none of you want to miss. So without further ado…
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel Comics, I do own my original characters and the plot.
The Hunt has Begun Again
Two years ago in the city of Los Angeles, California, a team of three heroes came together. They battled crime together, battled malicious villains, and even when the odds were against them they protected the city. Now they still protect the city from all dangers that approach it.
But with time comes change. It is inevitable, with the passage of time progress comes with it. The only question is, will this change be for the better or for the worse?
Night time at a museum…
"Okay, did he want one of these?"
"He only said to grab what we could carry idiot."
"Hey guys, you sure this is a good idea?" A large group of guys in ski masks were standing in a large room that had numerous brass sculptures, paintings, and other works of art. There was also a second floor that displayed more paintings. All of the lights were out so the men had to guide themselves with their flashlights.
"What do you mean?"
"You know… those guys."
"Those guys? You mean the security guards?"
"Why are you worried about them? We took them out already."
"Not the security guards."
"Oh… you mean the Night-Hunters."
"Just as long as we do what he says we'll be cool."
"Yeah, just chill Benny."
"!!!" Everyone turned around to find a shadow leaning against the wall in between two paintings.
"Benny is not in right now, may I take a message."
"It's one of them!" One guy pulled out his gun and fired three shots.
"Ha ha!" The shadow dived to the side and jumped all the way up to the second floor of the room, everyone shined their flashlights on him.
He was standing perfectly erect on the railing at a height of 5'11". He had on a tight black costume with blue shoulders, a blue ring on the chest and back, blue stripes at the hips, and a pair of blue gloves and boots. The gloves were fingerless and the gloves were toeless, neither his fingers or toes had nails, his black mask left his blonde hair exposed along with his nose, mouth, ears, and blue eyes. "Boo."
"Take him down!"
"Your aim sucks!" Night-claw shouted as he dived below, he landed on his hands and sprang off of them right towards one of the gunmen.
"OOF!!!" Night-claw kicked him to the ground and jumped off of him to deliver an aerial spin kick to the side of one other guy's head. He then hurled that guy at one of the bronze sculptures and got the guy tangled in it. Night-claw bounded around the room like an acrobat, avoiding gunfire easily. Night-claw would either punch one in the face, kick one under the chin, or hurl him at a wall or statue.
"Hmmmmm…" Night-claw looked around, observing the unconscious crooks dangling from the walkway or from a statue, or sprawled against the wall. "Yes this is an interesting piece of art but it's missing something…" He then back flipped high in to the air over a bullet that came from behind him. He landed behind the last gun man and threw him right under a painting. "There! That completes it! Now to go after the guys that escaped during the fight." He said right before jumping up to the second floor and running out of the room.
On the roof…
"Oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap…" Two helicopters were ready for takeoff as a few men in ski masks were climbing in. "Here he comes!"
"Hm?" Night-claw got to the roof to see the two helicopters taking off. "Ooooohhhh… them Dukes them Dukes." Night-claw said with a bad southern accent as he went after one of the helicopters.
"Night-claw, come in."
"This is Night-claw, what's up Night-Roller?" Night-claw responded as he jumped the rooftops after the one helicopter.
"How's the museum going?" Night-Roller asked over the radio.
"I'm in pursuit of one of two getaway helicopters; however I heard a bunch of motorcycles and one car leaving the museum as well. This is obviously well planned out." Night-claw responded.
"Okay, I'm going in pursuit of the car. But the motorcycles…"
"Leave them to me." A soft female voice interjected.
"You sure Night-Princess?" Night-Roller asked.
"Yeah… I know I can do it."
There was a dark room with a large control panel that had five people sitting at it. Above the control panel there were a number of monitors. Some of the monitors had static, the others had camera views from inside two different helicopters, one car, and the remaining ones had driver's views from motorcycles.
"How's it going?" Came a deep voice.
"The initial team has been taken out Mr. Traxon." Said one of the guys.
"I thought as much." Traxon was a large, yet not obese, African-American man who stood about 6'5" in height, had black flat-top hair, brown eyes. He had on a white tux and was holding a glass of champagne. "As long as the other teams are making their escape. Check in with red team."
A group of six motorcycles were speeding through the streets. All of them had motorcycle helmets that made seeing their faces impossible, some of them had packs on their backs. "This is red leader, over. Right, no problems so far."
"Red leader! We've got something on our six!"
"What?" Red leader looked in to his mirror to see a large red wolf running and gaining on them. "Hey… boss, were wolves involved with the Night-Hunters?"
"How is a wolf gaining on us?"
"Shoot at it you idiot!"
"Right." One of them turned and fired their gun. The wolf darted to the side as it ran.
"ARF!" The wolf leaped at one of the motorcyclists without a pack and swiped a claw at him as it jumped over the motorcycle.
"AH!" The guy lost control and slid to a stop with the motorcycle on top of one of his legs.
"It's got to be involved with them!"
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…" The wolf sped ahead of them, avoiding the silver bullets fired at it as it ran. Once it got a fair distance away the wolf changed shape. When it was done, a girl with red hair in a bun stood a ways down the road. She was about 5'3" in height, she wore shades, a black jacket and gloves over a black shirt, black pants, and black sneakers.
"It is one of them!"
"Remember, we have to shoot the girl in the head or heart."
"…" Night-Princess eyes under the shades glowed red and orange, a large number of bats fluttered out from her shadow, the swarm flew straight at the bikers.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" The bats swarmed all over the bikers and caused them all to fall off of their bikes.
"Good job Cynthia…" Night-Princess said to one of the bats.
"Guys, I just heard red team got taken down." One guy in a ski mask driving a car said.
"Great… how do we know that we won't get taken down?"
"Hopefully they won't even know that we're getting away."
"On the contrary…"
"Hm?" They turned to find a figure about 6'0" in height skating beside them. He had a black bodysuit with broad golden stripes going down the torso, legs, and arms. He had chrome gauntlets on his arms, chrome roller blades that went up his shin, a chrome helmet, a chrome backpack, and a chrome helmet with a one-way visor. There were flexible metal cables running from the back-pack along his arms and legs to the gauntlets and roller blades.
"On the contrary… we noticed you almost as soon as you left." Night-Roller sped ahead of the car, skated backwards in front of it, stooped down and pushed against it, slowing it down to a halt.
"Stop him!" They pulled out their guns and tried shooting him to stop him, but the bullets bounced off of his force-field. "Wait the boss said to use heavier weaponry on this guy."
"At this close of range!?"
"This is your stop!" Night-Roller stopped the car and dragged it to the side of the road before firing blasts from the tips of each finger to knock out each guy.
"Did we lose him?"
"I don't know…"
"No…" The helicopter pilot noticed Night-Claw clinging to the windshield.
"Relax, he can't get through the windshield or the doors."
"…" Night-Claw smiled devilishly as nails slowly protruded through the tips of his fingers.
"What?" Traxon asked in an annoyed tone of voice.
"Was the cat guy supposed to have metal claws?"
"Metal?" A few monitors showed images of Night-claw revealing nails that glistened under the moonlight. He swiped his metal claws at the windshield and pierced it before dragging them along the windshield, leaving trailing claw marks. He then elbowed that window and broke through.
"OH MY GOD!!!
"SON OF A…"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…" Traxon groaned as the monitors in that helicopter went static. "Plan B."
"Now be a good boy and land this helicopter." Night-claw told the pilot as he held his claws at his throat.
"I can't just land this anywhere…"
"You didn't have a problem… hm?" Night-claw's ears perked up a bit. "Oh crap…"
"LOOK OUT!!!" Debris from a helicopter above the pedestrians were beginning to fall.
"Hang on!" Two beams of energy blasted through all of the falling debris and reduced it all to relatively harmless chunks of metal as they fell. Night-Roller then skated down the street. "Night-Claw come in!"
"I'm okay don't worry. I couldn't save some of the crooks but I did grab two of them and the pilot." Night-Claw responded. "That rocket came from a very long distance."
"I'm going after the last chopper… find that rocket man."
"I think I already have." Night-Princess' voice said.
"Damn… that was supposed to take down that Night-Hunter." A man with a Rocket launcher that had a scope on it said.
"Hm?" The man turned to the door leading off of the roof as a man was thrown through it. Night-Princess dived through the door with a few bullets narrowly missing her. "AH!" The man pulled out a gun and fired a few shots at Night-Princess. She avoided the bullets and ran for the man.
"Ha!" Night-Princess tackled him around the waist and dived off the building with him.
"Don't worry…" Night-Princess flipped in mid-air and landed on her feet holding the man. She removed her shades to reveal her dark purple eyes. "Just go turn yourself in to the police." Night-Princess said as her eyes glowed red and orange while looking in to the man's eyes.
"Yes…" He said hypnotically as he walked down the street.
"Grrrrrrrrrr…" Traxon growled as he noticed more monitors going out. "Didn't even take one of them down."
"But there's still one chopper left." One of the men tried to say sheepishly.
"No… that chopper is as good as taken down." Traxon sighed.
"…" Night-Roller was zooming through the streets watching the helicopter as he caught up with it. He ducked slightly and then made an incredible leap on to the top of a roof after the helicopter. He aimed his glove at the chopper as his visor indicated a spot on it.
A small beam of energy hit the spot on the visor. The helicopter began to fall to the ground slowly. Night-Roller got right under it as it was falling. "Here goes…" Night-Roller held his arms open and caught the helicopter and skid to a halt on a particularly long rooftop, barely stopping before reaching the edge. "Whew…"
"Okay… okay we surrender!" One of the guys said as all of the crooks climbed out with their hands held up.
"I'm glad to hear you guys say that." Night-Roller said.
"Did I miss anything?" Night-Claw asked as he and Night-Princess both arrived at the scene.
"Whew… we caught them." Night-Princess sighed. "…" Night-Princess' nose then twitched slightly, as did Night-Claw's.
"…" Night-Claw looked at Night-Roller and moved his lips.
"…" Night-Roller quickly fired energy blasts at all of the men and knocked them unconscious. Night-Claw got close to them and opened up their vests. "Looks like my nose wasn't lying… they had bombs on them." Night-Claw said.
"They intended to kill themselves?" Night-Princess asked.
"All of them had silver bullets… the escape methods were clearly well organized… and the guys had at least a cursory knowledge or our abilities and how to fight us." Night-Roller said.
"I see where you're going." Night-Claw said as he carefully removed the explosives from each of the unconscious men.
"Oh… Traxon…" Night-Princess said.
"Man… I thought I'd never see him again." Night-Claw sighed.
"We'll worry about that later, let's return the art to the museum and leave these guys somewhere for the police." Night-Roller told them.
"Okay." Night-Princess responded.
"Gotcha." Night-Claw said as he hoisted two guys on his shoulders and jumped off.
"We didn't get away with any art from the museum, and we didn't manage to eliminate any of the Night-Hunters." A man told Traxon as he sat behind a desk.
"…" Traxon sighed as he twiddled his fingers. He wasn't nervous, but he was clearly deep in thought. "So far… my only immunity with the Night-Hunters is that I'm an icon to LA."
"But sooner or later, they'll find a way to trace these crimes back to me… sooner or later they'll find a way to turn sufficient evidence over to the police to arrest me." Traxon continued. "Tonight's operation only told them that I'm back and active, now the war with them continues. They'll be trying to find a way to take me down actively."
"Surely they can't be capable of that sir. You've gone this long without getting caught." Traxon's stooge said, trying to put in a vote of confidence.
"Yes, and the Romans kept their empire going for a long time as well, but it fell as well." Traxon said. "No, any more operations while the Night-Hunters are after me must be kept quiet. I must focus more of my attention on eliminating them."
"Well what would you suggest sir?"
"Hmmmmm…" Traxon leaned his elbows on his desk. His eyes were closed, and he thought hard. "Large gangs would be no good… too disorganized, and Night-Roller's abilities make gangs hard to use. Nothing old… we need something that I haven't thrown at them before."
"Mutants… likely, but there's no guaranteed control over mutants. I need something more controllable. I need something capable and strong, yet simple and manageable…" Traxon finally opened his eyes. "Connect me to Hell's Haven."
"H-H-Hell's Haven… A-as in the mercenary house?" The lackey stuttered.
"Yes." Traxon said.
"Sir… they aren't cheap… and th-the…"
"I don't care how intend to finish that sentence… get me Hell's Haven." Traxon said with a wicked smile.
And there is chapter one everybody. Chapter two will help to clarify a few things that have happened over the last two years in the Night-Hunters' lives. Let me know what you think in a review.