Chapter 2: Sad Memories and Murderous Instinct!
Meanwhile in a dark and lonely graveyard next to an old burned down and abandoned church, a lonely Spawn stood over a grave. The grave belonged to his wife and lover, Reika Kitami. As he stood by the tombstone that had her name carved on, he felt a heavy sense of depression and self-conflict. He remembered all of the good things that happened to him when he finally professed his love for Reika. But he also couldn't seem to forget any of the bad things either.
Spawn sighed heavily as he closed his eyes, once again letting the memories of his past consume him. "My God! I did all of this?!" a shocked Spawn exclaimed after witnessing the carnage he caused after a violent slaughtering spree against several gangsters. "Your sure did, Spawnie boy! You see, this is why Malebolgia chose you. You've lived your entire mortal life killing and spilling blood, that you simply couldn't stop even in the afterlife! You've got a nasty case of the killing fever!" the evil sadistic Hellspawn Frenzy sneered.
Spawn then remembered several conflicts he had against several other super heroes and super villains. "I will not allow you to continue murdering people on my streets, Spawn! This madness ends now!" Batman proclaimed as he fought against Spawn. "I don't take orders from anyone; especially self-righteous pricks like you!" Spawn snarled as he fought back. "You are beaten, Hellspawn! Beg for mercy; scream my name!" Bane bellowed triumphantly during another brutal conflict. "Scream my name, fool!" Spawn retorted before killing Bane in a gruesome manner.
In another conflict, Spawn remembered fighting against Superman. "Who or what are you?!" Superman demanded. "Your worst fucking nightmare!" Spawn growled. "Perhaps I was wrong about you after all, Raizo. Maybe you did like having blood on your hands back in the day. Perhaps you and I do have a lot more in common!" the evil Skulker sneered as he ruthlessly brawled against Spawn. "Fuck you! I am nothing like you, you backstabbing murderous asshole!" Spawn cried defiantly.
Spawn groaned as he remembered murdering the man who betrayed him from the start; a terrible and ruthless crimelord named Michael Hartman. "I've come to take you to Hell, Hartman!" Spawn threatened. "Killing me won't change any of the things you've done in the past, you fool!" Hartman proclaimed. "No...but it sure as shit will feel good to kill you!" Spawn sneered before throwing Hartman out of a window. "You can't kill me, boy! Even without my physical presence, I'll always be watching you! I'll see you in Hell!" a sadistic Hellspawn named Razor sneered before Spawn killed him.
Spawn finally seemed to calm down as he remembered some of the more positive things from his past. "I know that you feel regret for all of the evil you've done in your past life, Hellspawn. That's what seperates you from the rest; you feel and express emotions of love, regret, and compassion. Demons cannot feel such things!" a wise Martian Manhunter said kindly. "Out of love you are willing to fight and kill, Spawn. This is the one thing that most other demons can never understand, let alone feel." Raven said. "And what the hell is that?!" Spawn snapped. "It is love, Spawn. It is love!" Raven pointed out. "You're a real angel, Raizo." Reika Kitami proclaimed before making love to him.
Spawn opened his eyes and sighed sadly as he knelt down and touched the tip of the tombstone. "I'm sorry, Reika. Truly, I am. If I could take back every bad thing I've done in my life, I would. But I can't! I wish I could have shown you the love and respect you deserved. I wish that I could start over with you again. I just want one more chance! Is that so much to ask? Please...I just want to be happy!" Spawn whispered with sorrow choking his voice.
Suddenly, a scream was heard in the distance. Spawn turned around sharply and growled with anger and menace. The last thing Spawn wanted was trouble around his turf, and he didn't care what kind of trouble it was. As Spawn slowly trudged his way through the graveyard, the sounds of evil laughter filled the air along with more screams.
Eventually, Spawn reached the source of the noise. Several punk raiders were harrassing a young woman and her teenage daughter. They were a traveling caravan, and it was obvious due to the large cow that carried their belongings. "Leave us alone, you filthy barbarians!" the woman shouted as she tried to break free of a raider's grip. "No! I don't think we will; not until we get what belongs to us!" the raider sneered. "Get your hands off of her! We worked hard for this stuff and we're not gonna let a bunch of scumbags like you take it away from us!" the teenage daughter cried fiercely.
The raiders merely laughed at her as they shoved her into her mother before they started snatching stuff away from their caravan. "Stop it!" the teenage daughter screeched. "Hey, lighten up! It's only junk!" one of the raiders sneered. "Well if it's junk, then why are you stealing it?" the mother challanged. "Because we fucking feel like it! Anything is worth stealing in this wasteland!" another raider retorted.
Spawn watched this all happen from a distance, hiding from behind some very large chunks of debris of ruined buildings. Spawn grimaced with anger as he watched the raiders steal their stuff. "Well, not bad. You got a couple of kitchen appliances, some scrap metal, and even a thing or two of gardening tools. These will come in handy!" one of the raiders announced as he observed a toaster. "Give it back! It's not yours for the taking, asshole! We worked forever to find that stuff!" the teenage daughter angrily shouted. "You want it so badly? Then come and take it!" a raider taunted as he played around with an iron.
The young girl screamed with anger as she charged towards the raider, effectively knocking him to the ground and dropping the iron. "Oh, yeah! Looks like we got ourselves a fighter, fellas!" a raider hollered. "So, you wanna play rough do ya?!" the attacked raider snarled before he savagely punched the girl with his brass knuckles. "Stop it! Get away from my daughter, you creeps!" the mother shrieked. The mother wildly fought against the raiders to try and save her daughter, when suddenly a loud and deafening gunshot was heard.
The raiders stopped what they were doing and turned to face their apparent leader. He was a very large and scary looking bald white man; he wore black leather armor and spiked gauntlets on his arms, legs, and shoulders. He also had a bloody scar on his right eye, all complete with black and white corpse paint on his face. In his hands he held a sawn off shotgun, and holstered to his side was a tomahawk. "What's going on here?" the leader growled in a low voice.
At first, nobody said a word. "You got crap in your ears or something? I asked you a question!" the leader snarled. Finally, one of the lower level raiders spoke up. "We was only defending ourselves, boss." he began. "Defending yourself? From a couple of innocent young women in a caravan?! Shame on you!" the leader scolded. Then the evil man smiled menacingly. "Perhaps I ought to settle the score here, then. What do you think about that?" the leader sneered.
The leader then grabbed the young daughter away from the mother, much to her screaming objections. "NOOO! Let her go, you bastard! She's just a child!" the mother screamed. "Don't worry yourself, dear. I'll take very good care of her. And who knows? She might prove to make a fine raider one day!" the leader chuckled evilly. "No! Let me go, you son of a-" the young girl began before the leader knocked her out cold with a blow to the head.
The mother attempted to rush forward and attack, but the leader took aim with his sawn off shotgun. "Ah, ah, ah! I don't think that's a good idea, sweetheart. Here's the bargain I've got for you; you may continue to keep selling your scrap for a living, but you work for me now. In return, I will allow you to live long enough to see your precious daughter grow into a healthy, strong raider. But if you so much as try anything stupid, I'm gonna carve her heart out of her chest...and I'll make you watch!" the leader snarled.
The poor woman's sobs were loud and agonizing, loud enough for Spawn to hear from the distance. This wasn't the first time this sack of shit had forcefully taken away somebody's child, but Spawn was going to make damn sure that it was the last time this ever occurred. Spawn slithered away into the darkness of the night, silently chasing after the raiders.
Hours later, Spawn finally arrived at the raider's camp. It was a large, but well organized camp. One side of the camp was crappy sheds that were used for sleeping and eating, the other side was full of cages and crates where they kept their guns and loot. "Hey, boss? Where do we keep the brat at?" one of the raiders asked as they all set their stuff down. "Lock her up in the cage along with all the others!" the leader demanded. "Sounds good to me! Come here, you!" one of the raiders snarled as he snatched the young girl up and carried her away.
Spawn darted behind a wrecked crane before he climbed up to the top, towering over the entire camp. This would provide him a perfect oppurtunity to examine his surroundings and count how many raiders there were inside this camp. Spawn had snuck into here before, but hadn't been able to get this close before. Spawn looked all around and counted up to 20 raiders, all of them armed and dangerous. Spawn also noticed that there were several people locked up inside of cages near the entrance of the camp.
Apparently, these people were to captured and were to be sold off as slaves. The young girls that this leader of the raiders had stolen would especially sell real well. The newly captured young girl began to wake up as she was thrown into a cage with other would be slaves. "Ah! Wha...what happened? Where am I?!" the young girl exclaimed. "You're home now, brat! Now sit down and shut up!" the raider snarled before he locked up the cage and left. "What?! Wait a minute!" the young girl cried out.
Spawn waited until all of the raiders had passed out from their excessive drinking and sex, and then he slowly slithered down from the crane before he began his rampage. Spawn crept through the silent darkness and approached a sleeping raider, quietly towering over him before he finally struck. He grabbed the raider by the throat and began carrying him away towards a pile of loot. The poor man couldn't even scream due to Spawn's steel grip, but that wasn't going to stop Spawn from interrogating him.
Spawn glared at the man as he got into his face. "Where do you keep your guns?" Spawn demanded with a low growl. "We keep them locked away inside of one of the sheds. They're inside the crates!" the raider gasped. Spawn growled as he tightened his grip more, breaking some of the poor man's bones. "That's not good enough! Where exactly do you keep your guns?!" Spawn snarled viciously. "Augh! You're...hurting...me, you asshole! Let go of me...before I-" the raider choked. "I'm going to show you real pain if you don't fucking tell me what I want to know!" Spawn threatened as he pinned the raider to the ground.
The raider began choking on his own blood, but the frightening glare of Spawn's eyes finally persuaded him to speak. "They're located inside of the shed with the sign that says Lock N' Load! Please, don't kill me!" the raider whimpered. Spawn ignored his pleas and crushed his throat before he used his chains to snag onto his arms. Now for the next part of his attack plan; driving out the raiders with fear.
One of the female raiders woke up to the sound of a clattering sound from the armory. "What the hell?! Hey, wake up guys! I heard something!" the short haired raider chick cried. "Ah, it's probably a rat. Or one of the slaves acting up; just go back to sleep!" one of the male raiders grumbled. "No, seriously! I heard something coming from over the armory! One of you, go check it out!" the female raider insisted. "Arg, fine! I'll go...since you're so scared!" another male raider grumbled. "Hey! I ain't scared; I'm just worried, that's all! There's a big difference!" the female raider snapped.
As the sleepy raider trudged over towards the armory, he stepped in some warm liquid. "Eww! What is that? Did somebody take a piss here or what?!" the raider groaned as he shined his flashlight on the ground. He nearly dropped the flashlight as he saw that the liquid was a crimson red, and it was quite fresh. "Aw, fuck! HEY! We gotta bleeder over here, you guys!" the raider shouted.
The leader of the raiders growled with anger as he was awakened from his slumber. "I'm gonna fucking kill that rookie!" the leader snarled as he got up and put on some pants. As the raiders rushed towards the scene of the crime, some of the prisoners woke up and wondered what was going on. "Hey, wake up you guys! I think we've got trouble!" an older man whispered. "What is it?" a woman wondered. "I can't see anything!" a young man complained. "Hey, what's with all the ruckus?" the newly captured young girl wondered. "I don't know, but I think we're about to find out!" the older man replied.
The leader of the raiders arrived with all the other raiders, who were still half asleep at this point. "What the hell is going on here? You have any damn idea what time it is?! This had better be important!" the leader snarled. "It is! Look; I think somebody nabbed one of our guys!" the worried raider said as he shined the flashlight on the pool of warm blood. "So? Maybe some dumb fuck just stubbed his toe while trying to take a piss! Big deal!" the leader retorted. "Hey, what's that up there?" a female raider pointed out.
The leader snatched the flashlight from the other raider's hand before he shined the light at the spot pointed out from him. Several other raiders screamed as they saw it; one of their own men had been torn in half and had his arms nailed to a piece of steel, and he was hanging by chains. His eyes had also been torn out, and his teeth and tongue were also missing. "Son of a bitch! Spread out and find the intruder; I want to make him pay for what he's done to my boy! GO!" the leader shouted angrily.
As the raiders spread out, they were watched by menacing eyes from the shadows.
A few of the raiders walked into the armory and began searching around. But as he did so, he noticed something strange. Several crates were busted wide open. One of their assault rifles and tons of ammo was now missing. "Shit! This ain't good; several clips have been stolen!" one of the raiders exclaimed. "No shit, Sherlock! Come on, we gotta warn the boss before something else happens!" a female raider said. "Yeah, like what?" a third raider asked.
Suddenly, a chain snagged onto one of the raiders and yanked him away into the darkness. "Shit! Where are you, you bastard?! Show yourself!" the female raider screamed fiercely. In an instant, another chain grabbed her legs from behind and began violently yanking her up into the air. "AAAIIEEE! Lemme go, you mother-" the raider screeched before a hand grabbed her face and smashed it against the wall.
The raider was instantly killed, and the remaining raider who witnessed this became terrified. "Oh my God!" the raider whimpered. "No...not even close!" Spawn whispered ominously from behind. The raider screamed as Spawn grabbed him and began choking him with his chains. Spawn finally killed the raider by tearing off his left arm and snapping off his head. Blood sprayed everywhere, giving Spawn a perfect chance to carry out his next phase of attack; sending a message.
The leader met up with the other remaining raiders before they headed inside of the armory. As they got inside, they immediately grew nervous as they saw three hanging bodies from the ceiling and a bloody message written on the wall. "GET OUT!" the message read in blood. "What the fuck?! Who's responsible for this?" a raider exclaimed in shock.
The leader drew out a .32 colt pistol before he carefully stepped forward. "Where are you? What do you want from us, you demon? Did the devil send ya?!" the leader demanded trying his best not to sound afraid. Suddenly, bright green eyes shined in front of him. "Why don't you ask him yourself, fool? Because you're about to meet him!" Spawn snarled before he aimed an M4 assault rifle at the leader's face.
The prisoners all cried out in fear as the deafening sound of gunfire and screams filled the air. "What's going on?!" a woman cried. "We're under attack! Take cover!" a man shouted as he hid under a bed. "Wait! What's that?!" the young girl cried as she pointed towards the armory. Suddenly, Spawn was seen throwing the leader of the raiders out of the armory.
The leader cried out in anguish and pain as he attempted to scramble away, but Spawn would not let him have that luxury. "Get away from me, you fucking psycho!" the leader shrieked as he tried to grab his tomahawk. But Spawn shot the leader's legs with his M4, making the man scream out in pain as he involuntarily dropped his melee weapon. As the leader screeched in howling agony, the frightened prisoners watched as Spawn paced around him. "What do you want from me?! Why are you tormenting me like this? Why?!" the leader screamed.
Spawn grabbed the tomahawk before he held it above the leader's face, ready to hack him to pieces. "Wait! Listen to me, man! Whatever they're paying you, I can double it for ya! I'll triple it; quadruple it! You hear me?! I'll give you whatever the fuck you want! Just don't hurt me no more, please!" the leader cried with tears of pain.
Spawn ignored his screams and proceeded to hack the man's head off with his own melee weapon. After decapitating the leader of the raiders, Spawn carried the head towards the front gate entrance before he nailed it to the door. This was the final warning that Spawn was giving all those who dared to tresspass on his turf. Spawn then pulled out a remote detonator and pressed a big red button.
The result was a violent display of explosions and bullets richochetting in all directions. Now that the armory was completely destroyed, any fool who was suicidal enough to challenge Spawn on his home turf was defenseless now. Spawn grunted in satisfaction as he began walking away, when suddenly a voice called out to him. "Hey! You! Yes, you! You've done it; you've finally done it!" an old man's voice cried out happily.
Spawn turned to face the man who said that, scowling menacingly. "You've saved us! Now, quickly...get us out of here. Now's our chance to escape to freedom!" the old man exclaimed. Several eager looking faces stared directly at Spawn, but Spawn's glare didn't change. "You heard him, man! Get us out of here!" a younger man snapped. "Why?" Spawn replied plainly.
This confused and angered several of the prisoners. "Why?! Because we've been stuck in this place for ages! Now get us outta here, man!" the young man retorted. "No. You got yourselves into this mess, so get your own asses out! I've got enough problems of my own!" Spawn snarled before he turned his back on the prisoners and began walking away.
This greatly upset the prisoners, especially the ones who had been stuck here the longest. "Please! Please help us; I beg of you! We've got sick and wounded that need treatment!" the old man pleaded. "No!" Spawn answered sternly not even looking back. "Please! Save us!" the new young girl begged.
Spawn ignored them and continued walking away, not even caring to hear their pleas or cries for mercy. "You bastard! You can't just leave us here like this; what if more raiders come back?! HEY!" the young man screamed. Spawn was long gone before another word could be said. The prisoners were all alone and still trapped inside of the now ruined raider camp. "Will no one help us?!" the old man wailed.