“He became old... he fought still... but after some years he vanished. Leaving his wife behind... She turned out to be pregnant too. Anyways, he ran off to Egypt. They say it was a set up... That they found him... and that they killed him... That the Iron Army killed Marc Spector, the Moon Knight”

***

The blade penetrated through Marc's back. It was unexpected, and missed his lungs, and heart. The Statue of Khonshu silently watched the attack. Three Iron Soldiers were behind the man with the blade; The Supreme Commander. Marc collapsed to the ground. The blood stood out from the white, a gory contrast as the Moon Knight bled to death. The Supreme Commander stood tall over him, and then chuckled, removing the blade slicing a lung. Marc gasped for air, blood spilled out his mouth and filled his mask from the inside. His vision faded as he glared at the smiling man above him.

Marc’s final thoughts drifted to his wife…

**

The years seemed to zoom by. Soon enough all the villains and all the heroes were killed under the heel of the Iron Army. Frenchie didn't want to believe that Marc was dead, but heck, sure Marc was known to drop off the planet from time to time but five years…Frenchie and Marlene raised the boy, who had a son…

**

2200AD New York

Nathan Riley was an angry young man in his twenties. He hated everything: parents, home, Iron Soldiers, hoverbikes, New Latveria, you name it! He got a spider tattoo on his right hand in open defiance of the Iron Army’s stance on spiders, not because he was one but just because he could. But he wore a glove, just in case. He contemplated suicide but then couldn’t be bothered. He dropped out of school then re-enrolled and went because his step-father didn’t care he wasn’t going. He dated a black Jewish boy just to annoy his mum, not because he was gay.

Nathan felt adrift in the world, purposeless, disconnected, starked!

Nathan opened the door to his home breathing smoke like a dragon. His mother stood there before him, waiting, foot tapping impatiently.

“You where supposed to be home an hour ago!” she shouted

“I was starking busy!”

Nathan attempted to walk past her and she grabbed his hand, tugged, tearing off his glove, then to see his tattoo. Her face went pale.

He turned around and faced her “What?”

“You know what your father is going to do to you!?” she yelled.

“He’s NOT my father!” Nathan spat. He hated Melvin, he was a general in the Iron Army. They clashed heads on everything, anything.

His mother's eyes watered, and she shook her head. "GET OUT!" Her voice sounded like thunder.

Nathan visibly recoiled but slipped straight into apathetic mode. “With pleasure”

He stormed to his room, and packed things into a bag, no real order or care just grabbing stuff. He had never felt so much hate in his life. He grabbed a holo-pic of him and his mother and hurled it into the wall. He opened the wardrobe and looked at the suit of Iron Soldier armour he’d stolen off his step father over the course of a year. A face plate here, a glove here, bit by bit to make Melvin think he was going mad. He suited himself in the armour and it hummed to life. He smiled a nasty smile and fired a repulsor blast through the floor and flew out the window with no particular direction.

cool

good start

@DickGrayson: Good stuff. I look forward for part 2

Thanks Guys.

@DickGrayson: No worries :)

@DickGrayson very nice! I liked this sentence The Statue of Khonshu silently watched the attack and the fact that Nathan is rebelling for the sake of rebelling it seems. I love that he has gotten a spider tattoo just to annoy his parents :) Good work

@4donkeyjohnson: And I assume you liked the fact that he Dated a Black Jewish Boy also? :) Thanks.

@DickGrayson That was surprising also! Rebellion takes many forms, I suppose 'going gay' to irk someone is a little extreme but well within his character it seems. :)

Noice!!

@DickGrayson: Bumped coz I hear part 2 is coming :)

@DickGrayson said:

“He became old... he fought still... but after some years he vanished. Leaving his wife behind... She turned out to be pregnant too. Anyways, he ran off to Egypt. They say it was a set up... That they found him... and that they killed him... That the Iron Army killed Marc Spector, the Moon Knight”

***

The blade penetrated through Marc's back. It was unexpected, and missed his lungs, and heart. The Statue of Khonshu silently watched the attack. Three Iron Soldiers were behind the man with the blade; The Supreme Commander. Marc collapsed to the ground. The blood stood out from the white, a gory contrast as the Moon Knight bled to death. The Supreme Commander stood tall over him, and then chuckled, removing the blade slicing a lung. Marc gasped for air, blood spilled out his mouth and filled his mask from the inside. His vision faded as he glared at the smiling man above him.

Marc’s final thoughts drifted to his wife…

**

The years seemed to zoom by. Soon enough all the villains and all the heroes were killed under the heel of the Iron Army. Frenchie didn't want to believe that Marc was dead, but heck, sure Marc was known to drop off the planet from time to time but five years…Frenchie and Marlene raised the boy, who had a son…

**

2200AD New York

Nathan Riley was an angry young man in his twenties. He hated everything: parents, home, Iron Soldiers, hoverbikes, New Latveria, you name it! He got a spider tattoo on his right hand in open defiance of the Iron Army’s stance on spiders, not because he was one but just because he could. But he wore a glove, just in case. He contemplated suicide but then couldn’t be bothered. He dropped out of school then re-enrolled and went because his step-father didn’t care he wasn’t going. He dated a black Jewish boy just to annoy his mum, not because he was gay.

Nathan felt adrift in the world, purposeless, disconnected, starked!

Nathan opened the door to his home breathing smoke like a dragon. His mother stood there before him, waiting, foot tapping impatiently.

“You where supposed to be home an hour ago!” she shouted

“I was starking busy!”

Nathan attempted to walk past her and she grabbed his hand, tugged, tearing off his glove, then to see his tattoo. Her face went pale.

He turned around and faced her “What?”

“You know what your father is going to do to you!?” she yelled.

“He’s NOT my father!” Nathan spat. He hated Melvin, he was a general in the Iron Army. They clashed heads on everything, anything.

His mother's eyes watered, and she shook her head. "GET OUT!" Her voice sounded like thunder.

Nathan visibly recoiled but slipped straight into apathetic mode. “With pleasure”

He stormed to his room, and packed things into a bag, no real order or care just grabbing stuff. He had never felt so much hate in his life. He grabbed a holo-pic of him and his mother and hurled it into the wall. He opened the wardrobe and looked at the suit of Iron Soldier armour he’d stolen off his step father over the course of a year. A face plate here, a glove here, bit by bit to make Melvin think he was going mad. He suited himself in the armour and it hummed to life. He smiled a nasty smile and fired a repulsor blast through the floor and flew out the window with no particular direction.

Any more of this? It's good...

Maybe this will inspire you :)

Added to the Marvel Iron Age Library. :)

@joshmightbe: @dickgrayson: I might use Nathan Riley and Melvin in something...actually @tommythehitman stand by for a pm

Bump!

4 year bump