Nexus 100 Beginnings
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evillurksI do believe I'm taking on the task generally known as the Nexus100, perhaps against my better judgement since I never did finish it for Thorn. Table and additional prompts to be posted shortly, since I've written half a dozen or so already.
Title: Rising from the shadows
Fandom: The Shadow
Characters: The Shadow (Kent Allard & other aliases)
Prompt: 001 Beginnings
Word Count: 380
Rating: G
Summary: The Shadow’s prehistory in brief.
Author's Notes: This started off as ‘Years’, but as I wrote it I realized it was more or less a summary of his history leading to the start of his role as The Shadow.
When he was a young man he’d run off to fight for his country and quickly been recognized as something too valuable, wasted even as a pilot. The Secret Service had recruited him when they saw test scores through the roof, and he’d absorbed everything they had to teach them and stayed hungry for more. Years in the field had perfected that training, honed technique and his own innovations into something unheard of even among skilled men. When the fighting had ended and the work waned, even their intrigues couldn’t hold him. The talented young man turned the tricks he knew against his so-called superiors, and vanished. The world swallowed him whole, and his face was never seen again.
It was another face, another name, that earned the respect and trust of Eastern teachers. Whether they knew his origins was hard to say, but they gave him what of their knowledge he could use, schooling the rapacious intellect into calm focus. The peace of their world close to the clouds taught him what he’d been unable to find anywhere else. Possibly they recognized the line he walked, and the dangerous potential of his mind, certainly they taught him to recognize it in himself. When he left them to roam the world again, he did so in search of a purpose.
Kent Allard gained fame for his daring skills in the air, but those who met him in person were struck with his restlessness. He was a man flinging himself across the globe in search of something he had no way to define. They may have been saddened by the loss of his skills, but there were those who were not surprised when he crashed his plane in the Amazon. He had been a man of building tension, with blue eyes that flashed like a thunderstorm ready to break. It was easy to assume he’d turned reckless enough to test his own power against a storm greater than the one inside him.
By the time a figure cloaked in black first stepped out of the shadows to deal justice to the criminal underworld, he had forty years of experience behind him. It may have seemed late in life to embark on such a bold career, but it was only the beginning.
Title: Rising from the shadows
Fandom: The Shadow
Characters: The Shadow (Kent Allard & other aliases)
Prompt: 001 Beginnings
Word Count: 380
Rating: G
Summary: The Shadow’s prehistory in brief.
Author's Notes: This started off as ‘Years’, but as I wrote it I realized it was more or less a summary of his history leading to the start of his role as The Shadow.
When he was a young man he’d run off to fight for his country and quickly been recognized as something too valuable, wasted even as a pilot. The Secret Service had recruited him when they saw test scores through the roof, and he’d absorbed everything they had to teach them and stayed hungry for more. Years in the field had perfected that training, honed technique and his own innovations into something unheard of even among skilled men. When the fighting had ended and the work waned, even their intrigues couldn’t hold him. The talented young man turned the tricks he knew against his so-called superiors, and vanished. The world swallowed him whole, and his face was never seen again.
It was another face, another name, that earned the respect and trust of Eastern teachers. Whether they knew his origins was hard to say, but they gave him what of their knowledge he could use, schooling the rapacious intellect into calm focus. The peace of their world close to the clouds taught him what he’d been unable to find anywhere else. Possibly they recognized the line he walked, and the dangerous potential of his mind, certainly they taught him to recognize it in himself. When he left them to roam the world again, he did so in search of a purpose.
Kent Allard gained fame for his daring skills in the air, but those who met him in person were struck with his restlessness. He was a man flinging himself across the globe in search of something he had no way to define. They may have been saddened by the loss of his skills, but there were those who were not surprised when he crashed his plane in the Amazon. He had been a man of building tension, with blue eyes that flashed like a thunderstorm ready to break. It was easy to assume he’d turned reckless enough to test his own power against a storm greater than the one inside him.
By the time a figure cloaked in black first stepped out of the shadows to deal justice to the criminal underworld, he had forty years of experience behind him. It may have seemed late in life to embark on such a bold career, but it was only the beginning.
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Date: 2009-05-11 12:35 am (UTC)You say you have more? I can't wait!))
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Date: 2009-05-11 04:30 pm (UTC)I hope this finds you feeling better!
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