Y/N Wayne is a very powerful man. After losing his parents at a very young age, The heir to the Wayne Empire decides to make his own justice, become a symbol, something that can't be destroyed. After spending some time out of town traveling the worl...
A black limo pulls up to Chuckie Sol's gravesite. Out comes another gangster by the name Buzz Bronski, a known associate to Sol back in the day
He puts on his overcoat while bringing a wreath with him and talking to his bodyguards
Buzz: You guys wait here.
Bodyguard: Whatever you say, Mr. Bronski
As Buzz arrives at Chuckie's gravestone, he drops the wreath and tics his tongue
Buzz:Tsk, Tsk, Tsk...you always were a loser, Chuckie.
As soon as he says that, he hears a deep voice
????: Buzz!
Buzz: Huh? W-who's there?!
Just then, the mysterious figure's head emerges from behind a grave along with a cloud of smoke
????: Buzz Bronski...your angel of death awaits.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
He starts moving back fearfully
Buzz: Get away from me you freak!
Phantasm: Time to pay for your sins, Mr.Bronski...
Buzz keeps running away from the masked figure, calling for his bodyguards
Bronski gets distracted and ends up tumbling into a deep grave
Phantasm: You always were a loser, Mr. Bronski
Panic clawed at his chest as he tried to scramble out, but the walls of the grave seemed impossible to climb, and his efforts were futile
Phantasm: Goodbye, Mr. Bronski.
In the chilling stillness of the moment, the Phantasm slowly began to shovel dirt back into the grave, one shovelful at a time
The walls of the grave seemed to close in, the air growing thinner as he gasped for breath. The panic that had gripped him was now replaced by a paralyzing fear, the horrifying realization that he was being buried alive
Mercilessly, the Phantasm continued, unrelenting, as if fueled by an unquestionable thirst for vengeance. The grave filled, first covering Buzz's legs, then his torso, and finally, his face. Dirt pressed in against his eyes, blinding him in darkness.
And just like that, another gangster bites the dust
The Next Morning
Lower East Side, Valestra's penthouse
An old man, part of the golden days of the Mafia in New York, named Salvatore Valestra was reading a newspaper with Bronski's picture and a headline that says "Another Gangster slain: Has Bats gone Bats?"
