Dark Slayer Chronicles

Hi everyone, this is a spin-off to a series I'm writing. Let me know what you think at marklehberg@live.com.au (please note: Mark Lehberg is my pen name. Therefore all ideas, characters, storylines, technology are © Copyright 2008 All Rights Reserved to Edge Universe)

I smiled on as more billionaires strolled by me, flashing their teeth. Of course they would, after all this charity ball was funded by my company, ‘Ellison Biotronics’ a weapons and arms manufacturer. Secretly though, I was a vigilante called ‘Dark Slayer’ on account for me metaphorically “slaying the darkness of Los Angeles”. Only last year I was responsible for imprisoning fifty mob bosses. Law enforcement hated me, innocent civilians loved me. I had managed to clean up the mess that was created by my unscrupulous adoptive brother. Although I had heard that he was killed by my previous sidekick Frostbite, I had no doubt in my mind that he had somehow managed to find a way out. I pushed it to the back of my mind as I saw a shady businessman approach a waiter. It was obvious from a crime fighter’s view that they knew each other. I switched on my mini-ear amplifier and stood a little closer to the duo.
“Are the bombs set up?” the businessman whispered, carefully eyeing everyone. At this I managed to pull off making it look like I was happily enjoying my event.
“Why, yes sir” the waiter answered “all the arrangements have been made”.
“Good” he turned but then looked back at the waiter “but I hope you do realise I grow tired of your monotonous failure and that it won’t be tolerated anymore”.
“Yes, sir” the waiter went back to normal and started serving more drinks. I quietly observed a break of sweat tearing from his head and into the unsuspecting drink of a rich CEO. That’s why I liked pouring my own drinks. I put myself into the mindset of Dark Slayer then rushed downstairs to my second house (really a condo). The only way I could save everyone and stop all the bombs was to use the ‘darkness’.

I climbed on the side of the roof, using the suction pads I had recently come to discover. I was on top of the building looking in on the rest of the guests. I smashed through and landed perfectly in the middle of the room. This is where the chaos began. People were running around screaming, a couple of security guards ran up to me. I kicked and dodged at them. Once they were all defeated the waiters took out automatics and pointed them at me and the guests, making sure no one would leave. The businessman from earlier took charge.
“Why, if it isn’t the darkness himself”, he said “I didn’t think you were ever possible to see”.
“Let these people go”, I told him in that dark scary voice of mine. That was thanks to the Ellison Voice Emulator 500.
“I don’t have reason to”, he said pulling out a detonator “you see for five years I’ve been seeking revenge on the rich in this town.
I was a nobody who was struggling to get a job after David Ellison; founder of Ellison Biotronics fired me. I had nowhere to go, after I had repeatedly visited Ellison for a second chance he told all of his rich billionaire friends. After that, no one would hire me. I did exact my revenge on him, but I never got to return the favour to his associates. Until now...”
I rushed at him hitting the detonator out of his hand. It flew across the room landing under a table. The people evacuated as the gunmen/waiters drew to the centre to help their boss in the battle. A couple of them grabbed me and tossed me backwards. They started firing away at me. I leapt in the air and delivered a couple of blows to their midsection. Seeing the criminal businessman reach the detonator I hurled myself at him catching him off-guard. Unfortunately, we were also very close to the window and went flying out of it. As we fell I grabbed him by the wrist and shot my grapple gun, it barely caught the top of the building. He started to laugh, then before I could let go of him, he released his grenade...