Fan Fiction: Crossovers
Why Wasn't I There?

  "He knew?" blurted Tular in Arabic.

  The man from the foyer nodded grimly.

  Tular thought briefly. "We will have to move the bomb sooner than expected. Get my car ready."

  The word "Car" did not honestly apply. It was more of an armoured van. Tular signaled his guards and moved quickly for the van.

  "Tular." whispered a voice.

  The men in the room gave a sudden jerk and spun, searching for the sound. Tular himself drew a gun.

  The light went dark, and a sinister laugh issued from all corners.

  "He's back!" snapped Tular in English, and his men moved once more toward the van. Already inside was a large crate.

  A swirl of black swept over his men, and suddenly two on his left reeled as if struck.

  "Tular." Taunted the voice. "You are a monster in the worst way. You would murder uncounted innocents. You would give them no warning, and you dare to consider it a holy crusade?" The tone turned disgusted and black. Another two knocked down, these closer to him.

  "Find him." Tular hissed to his men, beginning to feel the knife-edge of fear. A noise behind him made him turn, and he saw one of his people pulled off his feet by a dark shape. The man screamed and suddenly fell silent, as he vanished into the shadowed corners. Tular fired his gun toward the corner, to no avail.

  "You have the audacity to think you are sent to do this by God." Continued the accusing voice in a disbelieving tone.

  Tular with only a few of his men kept edging toward the van.

  "Well, by the time this day is over, one of us will know whom God is backing. And one of us will be dead."

  Another flash of black, another sudden blur of movement from above. Two more men fell.

  "Kill him." Tular hissed at the final man at his side.

  "Better men than you have tried. And most of them at least had a sense of honor." hissed the voice venomously. "I've destroyed bigger men that you Tular, I have pitied most, mocked them all, and hated a few of the worst, but you: You are the first that has just made me sick."

  Tular had reached his breaking point. With a cry of rage he fired his weapon at the empty room.

  The answer was a swirling laugh of derision. Tular reeled as something knocked the gun from his hands. His remaining man backed away from his outmatched master, and tried to make himself as invisible as the speaker in the dark.

  "Well no more." whispered the phantom with finality. "No more of you. No more attacks."

  A fist appeared in Tular's vision an instant before it struck his face.

  "No more terror."

  An iron grip threw him against the far wall.

  "No more fear!"

  A kick to the stomach.

  "No more innocents dead."

  A massive uppercut.

  "Not in my town."

  Another kick.

  "Not on my watch. NO MORE!"

  A hammer blow threw Tular against the front of the van. He slumped to the floor unconscious.