His name was Marcus Webb, and his skin wasn't a suit. It was his own. The world called him .
He didn't fly. He fell with purpose. The wind ripped past his ears, but he was silent as a burial shroud. He landed on the roof of the lead armored truck with a soft thump that was lost in the engine's roar.
Not the streetlights— all light. A low-frequency emitter in his belt harmonized with the bridge's power grid, plunging a half-mile radius into absolute, primordial darkness. The Vipers screamed, firing blindly into the void.
But Marcus was born in this darkness. He was the darkness.
By the time the truck screeched to a halt on the bridge, four guards were unconscious. Marcus stepped out into the headlights of the Viper convoy. Fifteen men fanned out, assault rifles leveled.
The leader, a cybernetic brute named Razor, laughed. "You think black skin makes you invisible, hero? We see you."
Only Ebon.
"I’m not a man tonight," Marcus whispered back, his voice a low gravel. "I’m a headache they won’t wake up from."
His name was Marcus Webb, and his skin wasn't a suit. It was his own. The world called him .
He didn't fly. He fell with purpose. The wind ripped past his ears, but he was silent as a burial shroud. He landed on the roof of the lead armored truck with a soft thump that was lost in the engine's roar.
Not the streetlights— all light. A low-frequency emitter in his belt harmonized with the bridge's power grid, plunging a half-mile radius into absolute, primordial darkness. The Vipers screamed, firing blindly into the void. superhero skin black
But Marcus was born in this darkness. He was the darkness.
By the time the truck screeched to a halt on the bridge, four guards were unconscious. Marcus stepped out into the headlights of the Viper convoy. Fifteen men fanned out, assault rifles leveled. His name was Marcus Webb, and his skin wasn't a suit
The leader, a cybernetic brute named Razor, laughed. "You think black skin makes you invisible, hero? We see you."
Only Ebon.
"I’m not a man tonight," Marcus whispered back, his voice a low gravel. "I’m a headache they won’t wake up from."