Spawn
VERSUS
Azrael
The streets of New York City are a cold and dark place. In one particuarly dark alley, there is a throne made from trash resting in a dark corner. A few bums built it, loyal bums. In this throne, sits Spawn. The warrior from Hell. He rose from the chair, sensing something was wrong...In another dark alley, just next to Spawn's, a figure moves through the shadows. His name is Azrael, and he is a highly trained warrior. Tonight he is looking for a man called Spawn. Azrael needed his help with something. He was going to Hell, and he needed someone who knew the place well. Azrael rounded the corner, and as he did, bumped into Spawn. "A knew something was wrong," said Spawn. "You misunderstand. I was merely-" But Azrael never got the chance to finsh what he was saying. Spawn's fist transformed into a spike, and Azrael dodged it, drawing his sword. "You lously piece of shit! Get back here!" Spawn's chains shot out and wrapped around Azrael, who swiftly drew his wrist knives and cut, I should say burned, his was through the chains. "I just need your he-" Again Azrael was cut off, as Spawn's spiked fist lengthened, and he swung at Azrael. Azrael leapt into the air and swiftly punched Spawn, who swiftly punched back! "Your not to bad of a fighter, but I'll show you what I got!" Spawn's suit shot to life as his cape swung forward and wrapped around Azrael. Azrael was screwed. The cape wrapped around him, cutting off his oxygen supply. "Lets see how you get out of this one," Spawn said. Azrael was running out of ideas...and time. He struggled to breath as the cape tightened around him. That's when he had an idea. He took out his sword, set it aflame, and with all of his strength, hurtled the sword forward. A loud BANG filled the air, and the cape shattered, setting Azrael free. "You scum! How did you escape the coils of my cape!" "Spwan, listen, I'm not here to fight you!" For the first time Azrael was able to finish a sentence. "Sure, whatever. That's what the clown said, then he tried to kill me, multiple times!" "Clown?" "Lomg story. Anyway, where was I? Ahhh yes." Spawn laid a punch on Azrael's stomach. Azrael flew back, momentarily stunned. "Now you die," said Spawn. "Please, stop! I just-" Azrael was again cut off as two green beams which shot from Spawn's eyes hit him. For a moment he thought that he had not survived the hit. But then he opened his eyes. He saw that all of his body, besides his head, was enveloped in Spawn's cape. "Spawn. I'm going to Hell, to find a friend. I just wanted to ask you to come with me, I do need a guide. I don't know my way around Hell very well." "I guess you're tellin' the truth, but if your not I swear I'll gut you!" Spawn's cape slid off of Azrael, who promptly fell to the floor. "What's your name," asked Azrael. "Azarel," replied Azrael. "Okay then...Azrael. Get up. We're goin' to Hell." A smile crossed Azrael's lips as he stood, and readied himself for the journey to Hell.
*Continued next week, so stay tuned!
THE END...(or is it?!)
VERSUS
Azrael
The streets of New York City are a cold and dark place. In one particuarly dark alley, there is a throne made from trash resting in a dark corner. A few bums built it, loyal bums. In this throne, sits Spawn. The warrior from Hell. He rose from the chair, sensing something was wrong...In another dark alley, just next to Spawn's, a figure moves through the shadows. His name is Azrael, and he is a highly trained warrior. Tonight he is looking for a man called Spawn. Azrael needed his help with something. He was going to Hell, and he needed someone who knew the place well. Azrael rounded the corner, and as he did, bumped into Spawn. "A knew something was wrong," said Spawn. "You misunderstand. I was merely-" But Azrael never got the chance to finsh what he was saying. Spawn's fist transformed into a spike, and Azrael dodged it, drawing his sword. "You lously piece of shit! Get back here!" Spawn's chains shot out and wrapped around Azrael, who swiftly drew his wrist knives and cut, I should say burned, his was through the chains. "I just need your he-" Again Azrael was cut off, as Spawn's spiked fist lengthened, and he swung at Azrael. Azrael leapt into the air and swiftly punched Spawn, who swiftly punched back! "Your not to bad of a fighter, but I'll show you what I got!" Spawn's suit shot to life as his cape swung forward and wrapped around Azrael. Azrael was screwed. The cape wrapped around him, cutting off his oxygen supply. "Lets see how you get out of this one," Spawn said. Azrael was running out of ideas...and time. He struggled to breath as the cape tightened around him. That's when he had an idea. He took out his sword, set it aflame, and with all of his strength, hurtled the sword forward. A loud BANG filled the air, and the cape shattered, setting Azrael free. "You scum! How did you escape the coils of my cape!" "Spwan, listen, I'm not here to fight you!" For the first time Azrael was able to finish a sentence. "Sure, whatever. That's what the clown said, then he tried to kill me, multiple times!" "Clown?" "Lomg story. Anyway, where was I? Ahhh yes." Spawn laid a punch on Azrael's stomach. Azrael flew back, momentarily stunned. "Now you die," said Spawn. "Please, stop! I just-" Azrael was again cut off as two green beams which shot from Spawn's eyes hit him. For a moment he thought that he had not survived the hit. But then he opened his eyes. He saw that all of his body, besides his head, was enveloped in Spawn's cape. "Spawn. I'm going to Hell, to find a friend. I just wanted to ask you to come with me, I do need a guide. I don't know my way around Hell very well." "I guess you're tellin' the truth, but if your not I swear I'll gut you!" Spawn's cape slid off of Azrael, who promptly fell to the floor. "What's your name," asked Azrael. "Azarel," replied Azrael. "Okay then...Azrael. Get up. We're goin' to Hell." A smile crossed Azrael's lips as he stood, and readied himself for the journey to Hell.
*Continued next week, so stay tuned!
THE END...(or is it?!)