Fan Fiction: Crossovers
And So I Made the Choice
Author's Note:
This is mostly Marvel universe without most of the super villains. Kingpin
is there, Spider-Man is there and The Shadow are there. Most of the baddies
are Shadow types. Secret organizations, Drug lords, Crime kingpins etc.
In my stories it is modern day. The hat and cloak of The Shadow is worn
not by Lamont Cranston, but by his grandson: Stephen Cranston.
Lamont has died, and the role was taken on by his youngest son Victor,
who has retired from the 'nightlife' and Victor's nephew Stephen has
taken over.
1.
Peter came out of the airport, still looking for Stephen. He had been gone for a month, but his partner was not there to meet him. That was strange. Stephen always met him at the gate. Thinking that his friend had been delayed, which was not uncommon, he went to one of the many airline stalls and bought himself a newspaper.
The Headline screamed: Defalk family Enters Mob War.
Peter froze, staring at the headline; he now had a vague idea why his partner was not there. After all it was easy to get distracted by assassinations and drive by shootings that were so common in mobster wars.
Particularly if you were The Shadow.
Peter knew that there were 3 Mob families, which had divided NYC between them. Defalk, Biggs and Leyland.
Terrified now for the safety of his partner, he decided to catch an ordinary cab to the alleyway of The Sanctum, and hope that Stephen would be there. Having recently been told the secret of entry, he decided to wait there for him.
It was 20 min later, and Peter was coming down to stairs. Sitting in a huge leather chair with a large glass, half full of scotch was his partner. Stephen looked up at Peter and nodded a greeting. The man looked like he hadn't slept in days, and there was something very uncharacteristic in his eyes. Something that disturbed Peter greatly.
Vulnerability.
"Hello Pete," he said weakly. "I forgot to meet you at the airport. Sorry."
Peter walked straight over and poured himself a drink. He then walked back to the centre of the room, seated himself across from his friend and said, "What happened?"
Stephen looked at his partner silently for a long moment and started to speak. As he spoke, he stared, either at his drink, or the paper, which Peter had brought with him. Stephen spoke, with great emotion and at times, with his eyes squeezed shut, as if trying to forget something. Steeling himself for the worst, Peter listened to the story.
"It all started when you left…"
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