This story is replacing Marvel's Spawn.

So, remember Spawn: Unchained Justice? This is that story but rewritten, revised, and remade. It comes with an origin, and all that jazz, and it is still a OC x Wonder Woman story. Fair warning though, this story is rated M for strong language, blood gore, dark themes, dark scenes, sex, and everything you'd expect when it comes to Spawn and DC Comics.

I do apologise for replacing Marvel's Spawn, but I think Spawn suits DC more than the Marvel universe, despite the likes of Punisher, Blade and Ghost Rider.

Italics: Thoughts

Bold Italics: Cogliostro Narrating

Disclaimer: I do not own Spawn or Justice League. I only own the OC Nathan Nolan/Spawn.

It is time.

For over half a millennia mankind has enjoyed the comforts of its own peace wallowing about the pit of their own trivial tripe. Each and every one of them blissfully unaware that within their bodies is a prize desired above all else.

The battlefields have changed. The sands of time continue to flow endlessly yet the prize still remains the same. The human soul stands above all else and is coveted by those things that go bump in the night.

A warrior now shall stand out amongst the darkness.

Whether he chooses to carry out his destiny, however, is a tale that remains to be told...

It was raining.

That was the first thing that he noticed the moment that he came to.

All around him it was dark and as he opened his eyes he realized that the world was still in darkness. Fear clenched around his heart. He felt that perhaps he had gone blind. Then a sudden flash of lightning illuminated the landscape around him and he could found that he indeed did retain sight. It was only a matter of time before his eyes got accustomed.

He staggered up to his feet. His legs were wobbly and uncooperative but he made an effort to maintain control.

Where am I?

His eyes soon got better accustomed and he found that he was within an alleyway. The ground was littered with crickets, roaches, rats and other vermin that only dared step into the outside world when it was shrouded in darkness.

As he attempted to walk he noticed that there was a long chain that was wrapped around his wrist. It was very thick though curiously light. Such chain should weigh at least 20 kilos yet his arm bore the burden effortlessly.

What's going on? Why am I here?

He began to walk feeling the puddles giving way underneath his newly clad boots. He stopped for a second realizing one thing.

His movements felt oddly constrained and it took him a moment to realize that his body was covered head to toe in what looked like some spandex material. His back bore a gigantic, red cape. Another flash of lightning illuminated the darkness once more and for a second he could see his reflection in a nearby puddle. It confirmed everything except one thing.

Have I always looked like this?

It was an interesting question. His arms were huge, at least twenty inches around. His back broad and his chest felt like concrete. He even felt tall, at least six feet four inches, though hadn't he always been this...this...big?

Why do I feel that nothing is making sense?

Before he could ponder on his situation for too much longer, he heard the sound of a car pulling up nearby in the alleyway. Sticking to the shadows, he drew closer and spotted the car, seeing two men get out and start walking down further into the alleyway.

"Look, take out your press ID. I want him to see we're legit." One of the men, dressed in a longcoat, said to his partner. Curious, he continued to follow the two men, sticking to the shadows constantly, to which he blended in quite well with them.

"This is some ugly shit we're taking about, Bennett." The other man said, shaking his head. "We get verifiable information and we got the byline of the decade."

"I know. This way." Bennett said, turning a corner with his partner following.

"You know we're screwed if he doesn't show." The other man pointed out.

"Relax, he's a good source." Bennett assured. "Now do me a favour. Take a Valium, you're making me crazy." They paused as a nervously breathing man came out of the shadows, sweat pouring down his face. "Mr. Stevens? I'm David Bennett, this is Kenny Hayes. We spoke on the phone."

BANG!

BANG!

Two gunshots went off, briefly lighting up the darkness of the alleyways. The body of Stevens fell to the floor, revealing the shooter clad in a longcoat and fedora hat, a cold expression on his face. "Looks like your meeting's been cut short." He said coldly.

"God!" Hayes gasped, falling to his knees. Suddenly, his head was pressed up against the dumpster next to him as another man came out of the shadows, holding a double-barrell shotgun that he pressed into Hayes' head. "Oh God!"

"God ain't here, boy." The man chuckled sadistically. "I'll take the message."

A flash of lightning struck, covering up the sound of the gunshot. Hayes' blood and brain matter splattered all over the dumpster and dripped onto the ground with the body. Scared out of his mind, Bennett ran for it, attempting to get away, but the first shooter drew his revolver, aimed and fired off two shots which struck Bennett through the knees, disabling him quickly.

"Now, do I look like I'm in the mood to run a marathon?" The shooter asked rhetorically as he approached, looking down at Bennett with the same cold expression. He crouched down and shoved his gun into the man's mouth. "Okay, asshole, next question. Who else knows? I'm waiting for your anger, smart boy."

Even though he had a gun in his mouth, Bennett managed to choke out. "N-Nobody! I didn't tell anybody else!"

"Don't lie to me, smart boy." The man warned. "Don't you piss me off by trying that crap with me."

He continued to watch the scene from his places in the shadows, narrowing his eyes as he watched the man pull the hammer of the gun back to have the next bullet ready to fire. The sight and use of guns... stirred something within him.

Each warrior is born as a blank slate, unaware of their true destinies, knowing nothing. They continue to grope and grasp at the past trying to unearth memories long buried but it is futile.

The only instincts which they can act upon are drawn from their past...

The caped man's attention was diverted to the arrival of another car, it's headlights lighting up the darkness but not where he stood, watching. A man got out of the car and approached the scene, he was clearly with the two shooters. He was also carrying a can of gasoline.

"So?" He asked expectantly, looking down at the scared Bennett.

"He see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil." The first shooter commented.

The new arrival nodded, pleased. "Good. Let's do this thing and go."

He handed the gasoline to the man with the shotgun, who proceeded to empty the contents all over Bennett who whimpered in fear as the liquid splashed all over him and onto the ground. Once the can was empty, he tossed it aside as the new arrival approached, taking a lighter out of his coat pocket.

"Please, don't do this. You don't have to." Bennett pleaded. "I won't say anything! Please, I've got a family! Kids!"

The knowledge that this man had a family stirred something within the caped man, and he let out a quiet grunt as a memory flashed through his head. He saw... two kids,a boy and a girl, about six and seven respectively. They were smiling, laughing as they chased each other.

He was shaking. The memory disturbed him...it left him with a near unbearable headache and on his knees with his hands on his head.

It was at this point that he knew that he had to step in.

"Let him go."

His voice caught the attention of the men, with the one holding the shotgun turning only to be grabbed by his hair, picked off the ground and pulled into the darkness where he screamed as his partners looked on in surprise. Then, the man's body was thrown out of the darkness and collided with the one holding the lighter.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion for Bennett as he watched the lighter, which was lit up, fall towards the ground that was wet with the liquid. One spark, and there will be a fire. However, the lighter flipped as it fell, the lid hitting the ground first and the impact pushed the lid shut over the little flame, extinguishing it. Bennett had never felt so relieved in his life.

The new arrival pulled out an Uzi 9mm and unloaded an entire clip into the darkness. The sound of gunfire was like a canon in the alleyway and Bennett covered his ears and closed his eyes in fear of his life.

Soon the man completely emptied his clip and screamed out into the alleyway. "Get out here you cowardly son of a bitch! You know you're a dead man! You're a dead-"

From out of the darkness came a chain, which wrapped around the man's head, causing him to choke, before he screamed as he was thrown off his feet and sent face-first into the windshield of his car, killed on impact.

As for the last man, he pushed the body of his partner off him, his eyes widening when he saw his head had been twisted around to look backwards, a look of total horror struck upon the corpse's face forever. As he got to his feet, his eyes widened further when he saw the caped man turn his attention to him and went to aim his revolver at him only for a tight grip to stop his arm, force it back... literally force it back to the point the bone in his elbow snapped off and peirced right through the skin, and the man found himself having his own gun pointed at his head with his own arm.

"W-What the hell are you?" The man whispered fearfully.

The caped man's completely green eyes narrowed as he said nothing.

BANG!

The body fell to the ground with a thud as the caped man stood, releasing the corpse's broken arm.

"Stay back!" Bennett, who had gotten to his feet and grabbed one of the discarded guns, aimed the weapon fearfully at the dark figure.

"You don't want to do that." The caped man warned.

Bennett didn't heed the warning as he pulled the trigger, however his aim was off... and the recoil of the gunshot sent a spark out that touched the gasoline on his body, causing it to ignite. Bennett's pained, blood-curling screamed filled the alleyway as he burned, while the caped man simply watched before he was assaulted with images.

This time, there was flashes of fire, brimstone. His body being charred into a crisp as he watched his very arms turn to ash before his burning eyes. At once he roared in pain and anguish.

Then, he saw a woman, a dark-haired woman.

I love you, Nathan...

"NO! I CAME BACK FOR YOU! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Hell does not allow it's warrior children to roam unchecked. And so, each is given their proper... escort.

From the shadows came yet another figure. He appeared short and fat with stubby legs and over sized shoes. His face was painted white with blue outline though his eyes were blood red. Moles formed the top of his bald cranium the with only wisps of white hair jetting from opposites sides of each other.

This figure looked like a deranged clown that would only be found in a cheap horror movie. He bore his rancid teeth into a cruel grin that did not serve to comfort the tormented caped soul. As this clown grinned he noticed something moving within his mouth and found a roach zipping by between the crevices of his crooked teeth. At once the clown chomped down on it with a sickening crunch and proceeded to devour the insect.

The cloaked man looked up at this new figure and did not know what to think. Who was he and why was he here?

At once the clown started to cackle menacingly the sound echoing off the alley ways. It was as if it were out of a horror movie.

"Well, won't you look at that? I appreciate good work, and you, my friend, know how to do great work. Like this poor fool. Wrung this poor fool's neck like a chicken! Bet he squealed his little heart out at you begging for mercy. That's my favourite part you see. To see them beg. Don't matter who they are! Man or woman. Small or enormous. In the end no matter how powerful some of these humans may think they are they will always revert to snivelling little babies when their lives are in jeopardy. It gets my rocks off every time!"

The clown started to cackle again at his own morbid humor, the sound of it giving the caped figure a headache all of all sudden. He held his head in agony as the laughing would not stop.

"I love all the gruesome details down to the very last marrow and socket! Don't you agree, Spawn?" The clown asked.

"Spawn?" The caped man lifted his head, frowning.

The clown smiled cruelly at the question his red eyes gleaming in the darkness. He chuckled lightly to himself before responding to Spawn's question."Yeah, as in Hellspawn. That's what you are, baby. So you best get used to it."

Spawn observed the carnage before him. One of the mobster men had his head on completely backwards. His eyes were wide open in fear and his mouth was still leaking blood. His neck looked completely awkward and unnatural. Already a bit of bone was poking out of the skin.

Not too far from that man was his partner. He had been shot in the skull, splattering his blood and brain matter, even bits of skull, all over as a result.

"D-Did I do this?" Spawn whispered.

The clown smirked. "Instincts, buddy! You're a killer. You see violence and you act. It's a gift. That's why he picked you."

Spawn lifted his head at this as he was beginning to get some answers as to why he was here. "Who? I can't remember anything. What's wrong with me? Who am I?! Why can't I remember?!"

The Clown watched him, cackling at his pain and agony.

Spawn reached up and took off his mask, staring at his reflecting in a puddle. White human skin, pure green eyes, dark hair, stared back at him but... he couldn't remember his face.

"W-Who am I?!" Spawn roared to the sky.

Before Spawn knew it, he saw the world go dark once more with the cackling of the Clown's laugh echoing out into the night...

And that's it for the first chapter. So yeah, this is what I meant by origin arc. He's going through the shit all Hellspawns go through, but because he wasn't burned like Al Simmons, he's still got his face and skin... he just doesn't recognize who he is.