The power still surged through him as they got to the surface. "It was a man with a skull on his chest. The Punisher I believe the Americans call him." He said in a thick Russian accent, "I was in my office one moment and then suddenly I saw in that sewer. Trying to find my way to the surface I ran in to him. Without a moments hesitation he shot me and detonated a bomb collapsing the tunnel on me and releasing that toxin that affected you so. I do not if it was he brought me here to try and assasinate me or not, but I would love to return the favor."
This was the first time he had seen the surface of this desolute city. He looked around for a moment before seeing cover.
"Come, let us get out of the open," he said as he walked towards the cover and out of the street. "Tell me, god, where is this place?"
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It didn't seem like these two were going to be much trouble to anyone. Gambit did over hear Mister Sinster and the Red Son's conversation. If there was a place here that might shed some light as to why they were here and exactly where here was he would like to know.
Gambit left the shadows of the alley as they left towards the official looking building in the center of this city. He would follow them, keeping in the shadows. If they walked it would be much easier but if they took the air Gambit would follow them the best he could as long as nothing got in his way.
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They ran. They ran until their lungs burned. Then they ran some more. He was back. Their were five of them, now only three were left. The other two were dead. Blood sacrifices to a moon god they had never heard of before, a god of vengance they would never forget. If they managed to escape their pursuer.
He was tormenting them. They'd look back and he'd be right behind them, they could feel him breathing down their neck. Then they'd just see a flutter of his cape as they rounded a corner. They had been trying to knock over a convenience store. Have a little fun, rough of the clerk.
Then he showed up. He took out one of them right there, pinned him to snack foods. His blood pooled at his feet, a small piece of golden metal in the shape of crescent moon stuck through throat. The second one was taken in an alley in much the same fashion. Only instead of the snack foods he was pinned to a dumpster.
They thought he was done. He was a recognizable name years ago. Everyone thought he was retired or dead. He was all but forgotten. His God was all but forgotten. Truth of it was that he was broken. He had turned in to a shell of a man, renounced his god, pushed his closest friends away. But something happened, he didn't think he would walk again, he thought everyone had given up on him, even his God.
But he had given up on them, given up on himself. But his God came back to him, brought him back from the despair he had fallen in to for one reason, to spread his aweful name.
Marc Spector chased these hooligans through these alleys, instilling the fear of god in them. But not the fear of their god, it was his god, Konshu, whose fear he brought to them. But his knees ached, his muscles throbbed. Konshu's blood lust would need to be satiated, as if it ever truely were, another night. His warrior priest had to finish this before old wounds became to much.
The third would be taken down quickly. A crescent throwing blade to the ankle as he ran sent him crashing in to sacks of refuse, his "friends" didn't even look back. As Moon Knight ran to catch up with him he slid a set of spikes on to his knuckle, stopping briefly as he caught up with the would be thief and spilled more blood in the name of his god Konshu.
They ran faster as they heard their fallen partner scream out briefly, but they won't get away. A white cape flutters as Moon Knight descends upon his fourth offering. He takes the man down, slitting his throat with a crescent moon blade as he does. He drops it by the body so they will know in whose name these sacrifices were taken. What will happen to those who wrong and deserve such vengance wrought upon them.
As he chased after the last thief his god appeared to him. A tormented vision of his past, the man who had crippled him two years ago, the man who had killed his love's father and then had killed him, the man whose face he cut off after he had nearly bitten out Marc's eye in their final battle.
"Yes, do it. Spread my aweful name. Remind the world who you are and who you serve!"
Moon Knight nodded behind his white mask as he began to close in on the last one. He rounded a corner and suddenly his whole world changed.
He wasn't in the same alley any more. He was outside a building (the same one Spiderman, Union Jack, Deadpool, and Shadow Cat are in as it so happens), he almost ran right in to the door. As he stopped and looked around. Konshu was there once more, a look in those dead eyes of Bushman, Marc Spector's nemisis whose form Konshu has been taking lately, he had never seen before.
"Where am I?" Moon Knight asked.
"I.. don't know," Konshu said reluctantly, "When I figure that out I'll let you know. Until then, reap my vengance on the wicked." Then he was gone.
Now that he had stopped Moon Knight could feel his time in a wheel chair for two years catching up to him. He needed to rest. A quick survey of his surroundings and he decided to find shelter in the building in front him. He opened the door cautiosly and walked in. He looked around and found a place to rest. Sitting down with his back to a corner facing the front doors as well as what looked to be the doors to stairwell in a large for-ay (I simply don't know how to spell it, just sound it out.) he rested. Trying to make sense of what had just happened, where could he be? Why would his God not know where they would be? It didn't make sense, he needed to try and sort his thoughts out and let his body rest.
