Rating: “M” for Mature…Appropriate for audience ages 18 and older, may contain extreme violence, sexual themes, nudity or profanity.
(This is a new Comic Vine Fan-Fiction series created by yours truly, Kisser Ne. I am not sure why I am being compelled to write another one, but I am and I want to write this for the hell of it. Please comment and give feedback. Nothing harsh or mean, please and thank you.)
(Here is the briefing… Each chapter of this series is a story arc, so to speak. We all know what a story arc is and if you don’t know, well, a story arc is a continuing storyline that is read issue by issue or episodes. Story arcs are literally everywhere so don’t stress about not knowing what the heck they are. I did in the beginning and it was pointless, ha ha!
I am not an expert writer and I don’t claim to be. I also might not write the character to a tee, maybe I get some facts wrong or maybe I am way off from the story progression of the actual on going comic series. Go ahead and let me know if the character or characters’ personalities are greatly off or different from their normal setting, unless I have stated that I did change them or morph them in some way for the benefit of my story telling. As an example, if I write Batman and decide that he is going to be extremely violent and murder people for the hell of it and it has something to do with the plot. Don’t correct it, even if it would possibly never happen or whatever the case… It’s a fan-fiction and I can do whatever the heck I want!)
(All right, sorry, I started to ramble there for a second! This issue is going to be revolving around a certain character that has been slightly ignored through out his comic book life, although he has been a success for about 75 or more years. This character has been brought back, taken out, brought back, and taken out, repeatedly, but this time it’s going to be different! He is going to be the main lead once more at least in the first few issues of my completely dedicated series of Comic Vine. I hope you enjoy the ride and I welcome you with open arms!)
“The Darkest Silence Legacy”
Chapter One: The Splintered Visions
Issue #1: Whatever Happened to Occult?
The tale begins in the blackness of the “Further.” There is a man lying on rock and dirt as burning magma bubbles about his nearly lifeless body. All around him is crimson and brimstone as his eyes wearily open and he cringes from immense pain.
“Rose? Rose!” A man coughs as he attempts to lift his broken and battered body from the ground. “Damn,” he breathes as he grips at his ribs and hunches over. The man can barely stay balanced, even though he is still touching the ground. He’s woozy and lightheaded, suffering from a great amount of blood loss and internal injuries. “Rose!?” He roars, once more.
His lungs throw him back down to the dead soil as the caves of the damned thrive with his echoes. “Rosie…” he whispers. Tears begin to forge down his cheeks as silent sobs escape from clenched teeth. This woman, whomever he is calling, he loves her. He fears that she is forever gone.
“Richard?” A woman speaks. She’s soft and gentle as she steps into the dwelling. She approaches his crumpled and bruised body and gazes down upon him.
“Rose, I need you. I love you,” he cries as his heart begins to throb inside his chest.
“Go home, Richard. Go home,” she begs as tears fill her insensible orbs.
“Not without you! Never without you, Rosie...” He whimpers as he shakes his head and his weeping grows heavy. He tries to force the clumps back down his throat as he watches her ascend her bowed back.
“Go home, Doctor! Just go home!” She screams, but Richard continues to refuse as he shakes his head and howls, obscenely. The pain is too much…
“No, no, no… I love you. I love you!” He yells but the woman turns away, disappears back into the darkness, and leaves the man to his own agony...
“Life sure is a b----, Dicky, boy.”
THUD! Richard Occult fell from the small, blue plush couch to the wood floor of his cheap and crappy apartment.
“Damn it,” he swallowed as he wiped the sweat from his brow. Nightmares were a constant and redundant thing ever since that lovely day in Hell. Rose Psychic chose a life of eternal damnation over the love of a man who could have recreated the world for her.
They could have lived happily ever after in another realm. They could have slept forever in harmony, but she chose Hell. She chose Lucifer, himself. She chose temptation over truth. She chose sin over soul.
Richard chose even a lesser path than she did. He chose to hide. He was forever alone in his true life. He was forever a shadow that merely walked amongst the human race. “Doctor Occult is easily forgettable with the likes of Superman, Superwoman, Supergirl, Superboy, Batman, Batwoman, Batgirl, Bat… Who is Batman’s sidekick, again? Bird…Bat…Bat…Batboy!” He grumbled as he placed his wide palms on the floorboards and lifted himself upwards.
He hissed in pain as his body cracked and popped from the aged wounds. “You’re getting old, Dick,” he chuckled as he finished rising from the flooring and brushed the dirt from his bare chest and pajama bottoms. A peculiar expression formed on his face as his eyebrows curved. He looked towards a cluttered end table, where an alarm clock rested but newspaper articles and bills covered it. He ventured over and knocked everything to the ground.
The clock read 5:02 A.M. He peered at the door, narrowing his eyes as he attempted to use what little telepathy he possessed. The image was foggy, but clearly, the person planned to sneak in. He could see the figure attempting to enter, turning the knob and then slouching in defeat. “Why you gotta try and burgle my place?” He sighed as he walked around his living room, grabbed his flask and leaned against the back of the couch. The dark haired man waited patiently for his unexpected guest, drinking the bourbon down as if it was water.
“It’s a good thing, mom can’t see me now. She’d be nagging her little head off. She’d be complaining about how much I’m like dad,” he thought to himself. He took another swig as he shook his head and closed his eyes. “But I am not a damned thing like him,” he growled as he reopened his eyes and watched the knob jiggle. “Ah, my guest has arrived,” he smiled as he shoved the flask into his waistband and crossed his arms. He used his telekinesis and unlocked the door.
“Alright now that my little perp has arrived, let’s see what he…” he began as the door swung open to show the very same slouched and disappointed figure he had seen in his vision. To his surprise, it was a young woman, probably around the age of nineteen. “She!” He squeaked as he analyzed the pouty-lipped girl. Her teary-eyed gaze ascended to his as she rushed into the room and grasped onto his waist.
“Oh, Mister Occult! You must help me!” She cried. Richard jerked backwards in confusion as he tried to pry the girl from his hips, but she continued to cling even tighter.
“They took my father, please?” She pleaded, looking up pitifully at the man with the unmanaged beard.
“Erm,” he gurgled as he tried to think of a response. In any other situation and at any other time, a young and attractive girl clutching to his flesh and trousers, would have probably pleased him. “Who are you?” He asked, shaking his head with frustration as he stared down upon the girl.
“Rosalind Grant,” she replied as she began to loosen her grip. The woman’s expression was nothing less of distraught as she eyed the once upon a time great detective.
Rosalind? Go figure. “Look lady, I don’t know how you know who I am or how you found my place, but I am not in that business anymore.” He said as he grasped her wrists and finally removed the girl from his waist.
“I can’t help you,” he stated, shrugging his shoulders as he ventured towards the so-called kitchen.
“But Mister Occult, I have heard so very much about you!” She sobbed as she stepped around the room. She began to unbutton her overcoat so that her bosom was now apparent. “I learned about you from my father and he told me that if anything was to ever happen to him to contact you,” she wept as she continued to fidget with the lining of her blouse.
Richard slammed the refrigerator door closed and began to chug from a carton of orange juice, seemingly ignoring all of the girl’s statements. “I’m sorry, miss. I still can’t help ya,” he stated as he tossed the empty box into the wastebasket.
Rosalind quickly rushed towards the man and threw her body against his. Her fingers stroked gently at his chest hair as her breast rubbed his flesh. “Please, Occult! Please? I’m begging you!”
“Miss Grant, I’d love to, but-“
“Please! I’ll do anything and I do mean anything…”
Richard could not deny that the girl’s proposal was, in fact, tempting and quite arousing as he felt her chest pivot. He had not been with a woman, since Rose. “I’m sorry. I really am, but I just can’t.”
“Please, Mister Occult. My father Cornelius is a wonderful man and he spoke very highly of you. There must be something I can do to persuade you.”
“Cornelius? Cornelius Grant is your father?”
Rosalind nodded. “Yes.”
“I never knew the ol’ dog had a daughter! Excuse the expression…” Richard cleared his throat as a long-lost smile quickly curled and then vanished. In the greater pastimes of Richard Occult’s life, he was a great detective that had faced many foes. Some of which were only thought to be myth, legend or complete imaginary fairy tale creatures. Cornelius was one of those creatures or as some considered them, monsters. Mister Grant was a lycanthrope. Cursed and trapped under the full moon’s spell…
“Will you help me?” Rosalind piped as she dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief.
Richard rubbed the back of his head as he released a heavy sigh. “Yes, Miss Grant. You’ve got yourself a detective.”
Please join me next time in the upcoming issue:
Issue #2: “The Tale of Rosalind (Part 1 of 2)”
Characters Richard Occult (A.K.A: Doctor Occult) and Rose Psychic belong to DC Comics. The story line(s) used in this series may be loosely based on comic book character appearances."The Darkest Silence Legacy" story lineis from my own imagination.
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