(A/N: This is a revised edition of The Train. Only one word was changed but it was changed for the better of a loyal reader. After some consideration, I came to the concluision that they were right to criticize as the orginal word should never be found anywhere in a Teen rated story.)
Spawn entered a cold and desolate run down train depot. He walked over to one of the decommissioned trains and entered it. He ripped the door off and stepped inside. He almost floated inside.
The atmosphere was dark and alone. It made Spawn feel right at home. There was hardly any light and the furniture that still remained in the train was torn apart by time and insects. A strange wind howled through the car as Spawn stood in the train. He blended right in with the darkness.
When he was in, he began to head towards the front of the train. He went through two cars before finally getting to a car with a small man sitting on a chair. It was a small fat man but Spawn couldn't see his face. He believed that it was Clown because only one soul would look that way and be on this desolate train.
The chair spun around and sure enough there was Clown's horrible face staring at Spawn. He was slumped in the chair looking like the grotesque creature that he was. He smiled at Spawn and those rotten teeth showed clear as day. The yellow tint of them making Clown's face all the more horrible to look at. Spawn didn't even flinch, he just grumbled a bit.
"Hi Spawny!" Clown's voice was sickening to Spawn. He wasn't really sure if he wanted to just end this monster's life now or wait to see if some useful information might come pouring out of his mouth.
A small giggle came from Clown. "I thought you were going to miss the party?"
"What party?" Spawn's dark voice a conflicting tone to Clown's.
"The party that you're throwing! It's going to be a real scream! You know," Clown got up from the chair and pointed right at Spawn with hate in his eyes. "You've really pissed The Boss off before but he's willing to forgive you if you do this tiny, little favor for him!"
Spawn just sneered.
"The fairy in the red coat! The Boss has been hunting the bastard down for a long time! He's screwed up plenty of plans of The Big Man's! But now you at the Hell-ride helm, it seems that The Boss will finally get his revenge!"
"I'm not doing anything for him!"
"Oh you will! You signed the legal binding contract! You made THE DEAL!" The last words were deep and demonic. "You're the general! This is what you do for us! You turn red-capped heroes into chopped meat for the fire grinder. Oh yeah, you'll do it and you'll like it!
These are orders from the top: Seek and maim, and murder, and, kill, and destroy, and terrorize, and - now I'm going on! Oops."
Spawn clenched his fists tight.
Clown widened his eyes in sarcastic surprise. "Ut-oh?" He began to prance around like he was really scared. "Spawny's going to get me! I'm in trouble now! Don't hurt me Spawny, please!" He was down on his knees with his hands cupped in false prayer. "I'll be good, I swear. I'll drink milk and go to school everyday! I'll take all the Flintstone vitamins I can shove into my mouth and I'll even read the disclaimer labels over and over again. Oh please, don't hurt me!"
Spawn grabbed him by his dirty shirt and hoisted him right into the air. Spawn starred at him right in the eye. His green ones boiling with hate. "Shut-up you fat, indignant slob!"
"Oh yeah!" Clown said acting like he was getting turned-on by Spawn's evil words. Suddenly, this long snout blasted out of Clown's mouth and this huge, pale-clawed hand exploded out of his chest. This huge hand grabbed Spawn's throat and through a muffled choking sound, Clown said through the long snout, "Rock my world!"
Spawn was thrown across the car and Clown landed on his feet. He convulsed back and forth as this huge creature began to spawn from out of his body. Three horns popping out of it's head and it grew to almost fifteen feet high. Having to duck in the car because it was so enormous. The one horn on its head blasted through the roof of the car.
Spawn got up from the floor and looked at it calmly. He just simply said, "Now that's the one I wanted to talk to."
Violator roared at Spawn as he prepared for battle. Stomping right for Spawn, Violator's top horn on his head ripped a huge track in the roof. Spawn launched his chains and got Violator by the arms and neck and held him there. Violator struggled back and forth to rip the chains off. Spawn knelt back a bit to put more force on his chains. Spawn screamed out, "This time, you're mine!"
Violator suddenly ripped the chains off and headed hell-bent for Spawn. He rushed him, grabbed him, and rammed him right through the front of the train.
Spawn and Violator both blasted through the iron engine. They both landed on the tracks about twelve feet away. They bounced hard on the wooden tracks as they continued their rampage.
Spawn was still in the vise-like grip of Violator but not for long. The tail ends of his cape twisted and turned. They sprang to life as spikes and jammed themselves right into the anatomy of Violator. They cut and sliced through him until he let Spawn go.
Rolling out of the way, Spawn readied for another attack while Violator was on the ground healing himself. He had been eviscerated pretty badly. So it was going to take him longer then usual. Spawn knew that still didn't leave much time for an attack. He got up quickly and his hand swiftly turned into a huge blade. He drove the blade straight through Violator's mouth. The blade came out the other end and Violator convulsed with agony. The blade pierced right through the ground.
Violator, with all his strength, threw his hand up and broke the blade in two. Spawn fell to the ground as the blade reformed into his hand. Violator stood up having to use most of his might to pry his head off the ground. He threw himself around trying to expel the blade from his mouth. He finally grabbed it and tore it right out of his throat. When he did, a blast of green blood came flying out and the blade was covered in green blood and dirt from the ground. He threw it to the ground and went right back after Spawn.
Spawn though was ready. Violator landed a punch and Spawn went flying into a near by bench and stayed there for awhile. Violator jumped on him and growled right in his face. Spawn's foot turned into a curved blade and he drove it right into Violator's lower leg. Screaming out in pain, Violator backed off as he fell to the ground on one knee. His damaged leg had collapsed out from under him and he was favoring it. Spawn was going to take advantage of this. He rolled over to the discarded blade and picked it up. He charged at Violator and sliced him five times, the last one ending up in a throat cut.
Green blood splashed all over the ground soaking into it. Violator fell to the ground in pain. His throat was the worst. It was the hardest to heal since if his head had been completely cut off he would have been sent back to the fiery abyss. Violator wriggled around on the ground breathing heavily. Spawn was going to finish the job.
The blade formed back into his hand and he ominously swaggered over to Violator. Four huge spikes came launching right out of his wrist ready to tear Violator apart. Spawn reached back and drove his fist straight down. Violator grabbed his arm as he was now fully healed. He was on one knee now and Spawn hovered above him. He stood up as Spawn struggled to nail those spikes deep into him. He picked Spawn up and began to twirl him around like a lasso. Then, he let go and Spawn flew right through the big glass doors that lead into the rundown train depot and right out onto the street. He bounced up onto the sidewalk and laid in a pain filled heap.
He looked across the street dizzy from pain and saw an amazing sight. He saw that Dante was also engaged in combat. A big brutal machine was having it's way with him. Spawn saw that the demon slayer had noticed him. Spawn stood up very slowly still swaggering from pain. He saw that the machine was some new and improved Overkill. He had thought he had gotten rid of that measly assassin for good. Obviously not.
Violator suddenly exploded through a brick wall right in front of Spawn. He was on the other side of the street coming from the depot. He snarled at Spawn trying to intimidate him. All it did was infuriate him. Spawn was ready to go another round but he didn't know if he could survive another.
He hoped that maybe, just maybe, that Dante might lend him a hand. Spawn knew better though. He wasn't going to rely on some petty demon slayer to do his work for him. He would kill all three of them if he had to.