Jus somethin I drew up a long LONG time ago. It was for a comic I started but never finished :P I based it off tha movie The Shadow and it was a hit =D
This was my very first ever written storyline this long and it was onlt written a year or two ago :P Enjoy


It's a cold night out in the city. Night life blooming all around, action around every corner be it bad or good. Loud conversations from the city's bar could be heard a ways off in the distance, possibly a big event tonight, something special perhaps. Yes, this city was full of life be it day or night, rain or shine. The City of Fallen Angels and Broken Dreams was it's alias but it's madian name being Onyx City, made many wonder why such a name for such a livily city. But all cities, towns, and country sides had their secrets... just some being darker than others. But moving on, There was one street in Onyx City that has never been used ever since a terrible accident along time ago in the city's early ages. Many say the street is haunted, others say Lucifer himself walks the very street and takes anyone who dares to enter, giving them eternal damnation. But no one knows thus staying clear of the street. There have been accusations made that maybe it has something to do with the streets name being 666th Ave. that started all these romurs. Lately there have been reports of a dark figure roaming around the street fearlessly. People say they see it then it just vanishes into its cloak. One person claimed he actually touched this being and it turned to face him. He said there really wasn't a face, just radiant Emerald eyes that seemed to gleam though it was dark. Then it dissapeared right before his very eyes, the victum said. Infact here is footage of what happend that night.

News Reporter Kristine "Hi, this is Reporter Kristine taking you live to the scene of the acclaimed incident. I am here now with Jamall Williams who was the victum of seeing this entity Onyx City has feared for many years. Jamall When you saw this... thing what were your thoughts?"

Jamall Williams "I don't know man, it just looked at me and... that was it. I ain't feel no different or not at tha time I don't think. But it like flinched when I stepped back then POOF, his cape just got all big and a sucked 'em up then... thats it... he was gon'."

News Reporter Kristine "Thank you Jamall. Again this is Reporter Kristine of News at 12 thank you and have a wonderful day."

Now our story begins. Who or what was the figure people claim to have seen. Could it have been Lucifer? A demon? A dark entity? Or possibly something even worse than all the above? These questions will be answered in due time but not as easily. Our story begin's with Jamall infact, 16 year old teen attending Black Stone High School in his Jr. year. He is a 5'9 Great Dane(runt) with very fine yet course short fur. His coat of fur being Dusty Grey with a large black spot on his backside and a black strip from his nose to his forehead. Though he was young he had the appearence of a fighter as he would be considered one anyway due to his violent past of gang activities. He was very skinny, looking as if his health was in poor condition but infact he was far from being ill of any kind. Now Jamall was the quiet type, not the person to have much to say about something but he deffinantly wasn't the kind of person to try and walk over or tango with the wrong way. Jamall lives with his mother, Shardae, high up in an apartment in the city, the 66th floor to be exact. His father, James III, is a coal miner in the outskirts of Onyx City and a very busy one at that. But despite how troublesome or so Jamall could be at times, his mother and father still loved him and would do what they could to keep him out of trouble. Thus Jamall would show his gratitude in his own way weither his parents liked it or not, but that was just who he was now.

THE SHADOW:
Chapter One- In the beginning.

One fine day after school Jamall and his friends were hanging out in the lobby of the city apartment. They had just finished walking home from school after a rather rough day.

Jamall "Man how can you stand her? She fuckin stupid man, she cain't even count to 20 wit out usin a crack'a'lata."

Some of Jamall's friends giggled at the small joke.

Terry "Shut up! You just hatin cuz you ain't got yo game straight..... and cuz the only girl that like you is Chyrel. Face it man, you cain't step yo game up, you just'a lame and fo'eva will be."

At that everyone 'ooooh'd' and sumpressed their uproaring laughter.

Jamall "Fuck you man... but I get mo' pussy than you anyway."

Everyone looked at Jamall then to Terry to see his reaction

Terry "You probly cain't even spell pussy beeyatch."

He teased with slight chuckle afterwards. Jamall would break out laughing and everyone looked at him, wandering what was so funny. Maybe was playing it off.

Jamall "Funny, but tha only pussy you was able to get up close and personal wit was ya mom's when she gave birth to yo' ugly azz."

At that point everyone broke into loud laughter, even Terry. They weren't mad at eachother for real, just a way they played with eachother.

Terry "Aight man, I see you got ya jokes but -starts dancing and rapping- OH, I betcha cain't do it me -snaps his fingers and rocks to the other side- betcha cain't do it like me."

He stopped but before he did everyone turned to Jamall and shouted in unison 'NO!'. Jamall cackled widly and waved his arms. They would look like gelly from certain angles.

Jamall "Nah, but ya cain't do dis. But anyway, I bett'a get goin befo' my ma come down here again... you know what happend last time she came down here."

Terry "Hellz yea, I remember! I still got tha damn lump in mah head from tha fuckin broom stick she was swingin around."

Everyone laughed one last time and nodded before shaking eachother's paws and heading to the apartment's enterance doors. Terry turned around and gave Jamall the middle finger in play than ran out the front door if Jamall were to chase after him. Jamall just chuckled, shaking his head and moving towards the elevator. After a few seconds of waiting it came and the doors opened for him. In he went and on the operation board he pucnhed in floor 66 then the elevator took him there swiftly. The doors opened after the floor chim rang and he stepped out of the portable room and into a long hallway. Walking down the hallway his cell phone rang. Jamall knew it was his mother and ran down the hallway to the front door as he answered it.

Jamall on phone "Hey ma."

Just as he answered the door opened and out came his mother with a broom stick and a phone held to her ear with her shoulder. She looked at Jamall with a bit of discuss. Jamall looked at her with utter surprise.

Shardae "Where the hell have you been?! Down there talkin to your friends again huh?"

Jamell sighed after putting the phone away and nodded.

Jamall "Yea, but ma they ain't bad like that no more. They changed like er'one else."

He say in lower rather aggrivated tone. Shardae sighed and put the broom stick back to the side of the door where she always kept it. She walked back into the apartment rubbing her temples furiously.

Shardae "Dinner is on the table and when you get done, you do any homework or studying you have and go to bed! Understand or do I need to talk like some ghetto-faboluos hobo?!"

Jamall sighed heavily, making it apparent he was annoied now. He walked in after her then passed her with a stiff walk, making his way to the dining room.

Jamall "Yes ma'am!"

He said in stern tone but said it low not wanting to disrespect her. Once in the dining room he sat down and looked out the window. Pretty the city's view was. The city's monument could be seen with ease from top to bottum, even the river infront of the city was visible. A great view they had indeed of the city. Jamall turned to the table after a sigh and began to eat his food as he was told. It didn't take him long to finish the dish.

Jamall thinking "Damn she know how ta really work dat stove."

He humphed a single chuckle at the thought and took the last bite of his dish, finishing it completely now. He stood up and took his dirty dishes to the kitchen and set them in the kitchen sink. Suddenly his mother yelled from the living room after she heard the dishes rattle in the sink.

Shardae "Wash your damn dishes boy! You are not a pup anymore."

Jamall groaned and flatend his ears tightly to his skull and did as he was told. Obediant he was but his attitude would give someone else the wrong idea. After he washed the dishes he went to his room and closed the door. He went and flopped into his bed, flat on his back and looked out the winder with an right-side-up view. A soft sigh escaped him as he noticed it was dark already. After staring out for a few minutes he sat up and undressed down to his boxers then got in the sheets of his toasty bed. With back against the head of the bed he looked out the window again to all the activity. It puzzled him way the city's nickname was The City of Fallen Angels and Broken Dreams. Not once has something gone wrong for him. But just as he thought of that he instantly realized it wasn't true. He remembered that time he came in contact with the shadow figure in 666th Ave. The images came back to him now and haunted him. He shut his eyes hoping to forget, but t was like the image was burned into his head. Soon after his left ear twitched when he heard something wrustling around in his room... but the only people there were him and his mother. His father out of town at an important meeting and wouldn't be back soon so it couldn't have been him. Jamall opened his eyes and at the foot of his bed was the shadow figure he saw 2 months ago. It just stood there, cloak blowing to the side but there was no breeze. The shadow figure then moved it's right arm slowly upward. Jamall flinched as if he was going to get up and fight it one-on-one but stopped to see what it would do next. The shadow figure then put it's right hand over it's hat that hid it's face very well and would tilt it, soft echoing chuckle made, rather eerie.

Jamall "W-Who tha hell are you!? What are you!?"

He asked in breaking voice. The shadow figure chuckled again, this one sounding like it was right behind Jamall, flawless ventrilaquism skills it had.

The shadow figure "I am, The Shadow..."

And with that it disappeared, seemed to just blow into the non-exsitant breeze in Jamall's room. Jamall was now freaked out and sat back in bed cuddled up in himself tightly. He looked around the room to all the dark corners as if expecting the thing to jump at him soon. Later he turned on his lamp to light the room and closed his eyes, chanting to himself in mind.

Jamall, mind chanting "It wasn't real, it wasn't real, it wasn't real, it wasn't real..."

But the image in his head was still there. Jamall eventually fell asleep due to how tense he was it quickly made him overly tired. But The Shadow was still in his mind, dreams as well. All he saw in his dream was The Shadow and he, standing in a dark void, everything pitch black. Jamall didn't move towards it in his dream but the last thing it did was tilt its hat with its right hand again and chuckle profusly...




To be Continued...