Post by spawn on Aug 16, 2008 4:23:13 GMT -5
He stood on the corner of one of the many roofs in the slums of New York. Rat City. That's what they called the maze of alley ways and run down buildings that stretched out for blocks and blocks. This dark and gloomy maze was home to all sorts of strange inhabitants. Social outcasts, misfits, the unwanted of the world, some of them are here because they've fallen on hard times, others are so deranged they are not fit to interact with other "normal" people.
The Hellspawn takes comfort among the social outcasts and the destitute. He finds a sort of connection with the homeless bums the litter the dimly lit alley ways. Spawn too is without a home, without a life, even without a soul. So, he spends his time brooding atop the roofs of Rat City, watching the nights pass by, hoping for an uneventful evening of piece and quiet.
A scream pierces the night, a woman's shrill cry of terror.
Spawn leaped from his perch atop the roof, his cape shooting out behind him letting him glide down to the streets below. No rest for the wicked. He blended into the shadows. Darkness was Spawn's greatest ally.
Further down the alley he could see three street punks. They wore matching torn denim jackets. They were a motley crew of tattooed, pierced, skin-heads, one armed with a handgun and the other two with long hunting knifes.
The leader, the one with the gun, gestured for the other two to restrain and silence their victim, a young girl barely in her teens.
"S'okay toots. Hey! HEY!" He called to her, growing irritated. "Look at me!" He grabbed her by the cheeks and forced her to look at him. "Quit screaming or I'll make it hurt!" He put the gun to her chest to illustrate his point. The two goons on either side of her gripped down tighter as she squirmed, trying to wriggle free.
"You're about two seconds from wearing your head on backwards asshole." Spawn said emerging from the shadows.
The thugs stifled a laugh. "What is this? Is it gay pride month or somethin'?" the leader walked over towards Spawn. "Buzz off, before you wind up getting hurt, you freakin' weirdo."
Spawn's chains shot out with blinding speed. Four chains, one for each limb, wrapped tightly around the thug. Spawn lifted him into the air and spread his limbs apart. He retracted his chains, forcing the man inches from Spawn's face. Listen you snot nosed punk. You're a small time peace of crap and I don't want your death on my conscience, so beat it before I have to introduce your face to your colon." He dropped the man.
The thugs holding the girl didn't know what to do. They just stood, petrified at the ghost of man who stood before them. "That goes for you boys " He said, the dark tones in his voice left no question in the minds of the thugs. They let go of the girl and ran, leaving their leader on the ground. He looked at Spawn, then to the gun in his hand. Don't even think about it kid." Spawn said shaking his head. The thug nodded, dropped the gun and scurried away.
You alright?" He turned asking to the girl, his eyes softened from the glaring slits they normally were, to something more human.
"Yyyes. I think so." she managed to stammer.
Get on home. You're safe now" He turned and started off.
"Thank you." she said sheepishly.
Spawn simply nodded.
The Hellspawn takes comfort among the social outcasts and the destitute. He finds a sort of connection with the homeless bums the litter the dimly lit alley ways. Spawn too is without a home, without a life, even without a soul. So, he spends his time brooding atop the roofs of Rat City, watching the nights pass by, hoping for an uneventful evening of piece and quiet.
A scream pierces the night, a woman's shrill cry of terror.
Spawn leaped from his perch atop the roof, his cape shooting out behind him letting him glide down to the streets below. No rest for the wicked. He blended into the shadows. Darkness was Spawn's greatest ally.
Further down the alley he could see three street punks. They wore matching torn denim jackets. They were a motley crew of tattooed, pierced, skin-heads, one armed with a handgun and the other two with long hunting knifes.
The leader, the one with the gun, gestured for the other two to restrain and silence their victim, a young girl barely in her teens.
"S'okay toots. Hey! HEY!" He called to her, growing irritated. "Look at me!" He grabbed her by the cheeks and forced her to look at him. "Quit screaming or I'll make it hurt!" He put the gun to her chest to illustrate his point. The two goons on either side of her gripped down tighter as she squirmed, trying to wriggle free.
"You're about two seconds from wearing your head on backwards asshole." Spawn said emerging from the shadows.
The thugs stifled a laugh. "What is this? Is it gay pride month or somethin'?" the leader walked over towards Spawn. "Buzz off, before you wind up getting hurt, you freakin' weirdo."
Spawn's chains shot out with blinding speed. Four chains, one for each limb, wrapped tightly around the thug. Spawn lifted him into the air and spread his limbs apart. He retracted his chains, forcing the man inches from Spawn's face. Listen you snot nosed punk. You're a small time peace of crap and I don't want your death on my conscience, so beat it before I have to introduce your face to your colon." He dropped the man.
The thugs holding the girl didn't know what to do. They just stood, petrified at the ghost of man who stood before them. "That goes for you boys " He said, the dark tones in his voice left no question in the minds of the thugs. They let go of the girl and ran, leaving their leader on the ground. He looked at Spawn, then to the gun in his hand. Don't even think about it kid." Spawn said shaking his head. The thug nodded, dropped the gun and scurried away.
You alright?" He turned asking to the girl, his eyes softened from the glaring slits they normally were, to something more human.
"Yyyes. I think so." she managed to stammer.
Get on home. You're safe now" He turned and started off.
"Thank you." she said sheepishly.
Spawn simply nodded.
