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When Spawn opened his eyes he wasn't surprised to find that he was still in darkness. In fact he wasn't even sure whether he was truly awake. He was plagued with horrible nightmares. They weren't clear enough for him to make sense of. All he saw was a beautiful woman with dark hair smiling lovingly at him, then her face etched into one of horror before there was a flash and he was left with an unbearable feeling of pain in his heart.
What did it mean?
Why did he feel this way?
Who was he?
Where was Sarah?
Sarah... that was her name. The woman in his dreams.
Spawn wished that he could feel some relief in waking but realized that it was not to be so. He was dead that much he was certain but why he was still in the living world he did not know. His tormentor did not give him many answers, instead being more interested in causing him pain than anything. Spawn growled as he felt the Necroplasm powering his being, a pale green aura covering his body. He swore that the next time he saw that clown he would rip him apart.
"Hey Bobby, I think he's coming around." He heard a male voice say as he started to refocus and regain his composure on the living world. He gave a brief glance up to see a homeless bum nearby, looking at him with concern as another joined him.
"Jesus Christ, what the hell is that?!" Another bum, this Bobby, asked with fear.
"I don't know, but he might need help." The bum approached him. "Hey mister, are you okay? You've been screaming and moaning for ten minutes." The man jerked back as Spawn stood up straight and stared ahead.
"Sarah... she'll know who I am." Spawn muttered to himself, unconcerned with anything as he moved forward.
"Maybe you should lie down or something, you know?" The bum suggested helpfully, though it wasn't really helpful in Spawn's opinion. "Sleep it off. I know how I get. Too much Thunderbird and I'm dancing naked in Times Square."
"She's... my wife." Spawn realized quietly as slightly more of his memories came back, but nothing concrete enough. All he saw was her... Sarah and... "Kids... we had a son.. a daughter and... an unborn child. I need to find them." His resolve and goal centered and confirmed, he made to move when the bum from before approached.
"Maybe what you need is a little hair of the dog, that'll-" The bum gasped as Spawn knocked the bottle out of his hand then grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close as his eyes glowed in response to his anger.
"Get away from me!" Spawn growled.
"I-I'm just trying to help!" The bum choked.
"I don't want your help." Spawn dismissed and shoved him into his friend before turning to leave. However a voice from the darkness stopped him.
"What you want and what you need aren't the same." Spawn looked to see an old man with a white beard and white hair standing there, staring at him, and he was also standing in his way which made Spawn's eyes narrow. "This place is a refuse from the maelstrom."
"Get out of my way, old man." Spawn demanded.
"You don't remember, it doesn't matter." The old man said, causing Spawn's eyes to narrow at his words. How did he know he didn't remember? "It's what you learn now that's important."
"I just want to go home." Spawn said, then loomed over the man threateningly. "Now moved or be moved."
The old man didn't look the least bit intimidated. "Listen, we all want to go home, my friend. But it's war getting there." With his piece said, the old man walked off back into the darkness, leaving Spawn to stare after him. However, he dismissed his words, his mere presence, and just turned to walk off into the alleyway.
As they tear away each new layer, there's always an agonising price to pay...
Spawn stood in the pouring rain, staring at the large residential house that stood before him. It had been his home... just staring at it now brought back more memories of him, of whoever he was before, but most importantly... his family.
He saw himself, laughing as he nearly stumble while catching a Frisbee tossed to him by a six-year old boy.
"Nice catch, old man!" The boy laughed.
"Oi, watch who you're calling old man, David!" He laughed in amusement.
David... that was the name of his son. His firstborn child.
He approached the house slowly as thunder and lightning rumbled in the night sky, the rain pouring down, mud splattering onto the Hellspawn as he walked along the drenched grass. And as he did, another memory assaulted his mind.
He saw himself sitting on a couch, a guitar in hand, and a little girl, a year younger than his son, sitting in his lap and helping him play the guitar. He saw himself give the girl a soft smile as she played a strum.
"Well done, Becky." He said as he kissed the top of the girl's head.
"Thanks daddy!"
Becky... his daughter. His baby girl.
And then another memory came.
"Nathan!" Sarah giggled as he picked her up by her thighs, causing her to wrap her legs and arms around him. The two kissed lovingly as they entered the bedroom and fell onto the bed, still kissing lovingly. Sarah then pushed him back a little, smiling before undoing the ribbon holding her robe together. Once that was undone, she shook it off, and more of her flesh was exposed until she laid naked underneath him.
"You're so beautiful." He whispered to her.
"One of the reasons you love me." Sarah whispered sultrily and kissed him for a few moments. "You know... the kids are asleep. And I want a third to have in the house."
"Well then, let's get started on that." He grinned before descending back to his wife's lips as his hands roamed her body.
Spawn hastened his approach to the house, anxious and wanting to see his family again. He was so focused on the house, so focused on the prospect of seeing his family again... that he did not notice certain key points that would've let him know this house was empty. However, that would be left to his... tormenter. For as he approached the house, he found the Clown waiting at the door.
"What a lovely house, I must say." The Clown giggled. "Must've cost you quite a load of money, huh Spawn? But then again, with what you did for a living, you earned a lot, didn't you?"
"What?" Spawn narrowed his eyes at the Clown. "What do you mean?"
"Questions later... welcome home." The Clown laughed before pushing the door open, gesturing for Spawn to enter first. Spawn glared at the Clown before he pushed past him harshly, entering the house.
And he found nothing but emptiness. Nothing but dust, cobwebs. The house was completely deserted.
"No..." Spawn looked around worriedly. "Sarah! David! Becky!"
No answer. There was nothing. Completely nothing.
"Where are they?" Spawn paced as he searched, but all he found was nothing. "Where are they?!"
"You want a truthful answer, or are you just gonna keep-ACK!" The Clown choked as Spawn grabbed him by the throat and pulled him close.
"Where. Are. They?!" He snarled.
"Dead!" The Clown choked out, causing Spawn's grip to loosen in shock at the news. The Clown continued as if he hadn't been choked. "They're dead, Spawn. Your wife, your son, daughter, even your unborn kid kicked the bucket."
"No..." Spawn backed off and fell to his knees. "That's not true."
"Oh, but it is... because you were there." The Clown giggled malevolently as he sat on some stairs. "Just think, Spawn. Think hard and maybe you'll know how it all happened. After all, it's been five years."
"Five?" Spawn's eyes widened at this. "But... how? Why? Who-AHH!" He gripped his head as memories assaulted him once again.
He drove to a gas station in a black Mustang Boss 429, his son and daughter in the back. He remembered telling them to go grab some sweets but not too much while he filled the car's tank up. As he stood there waiting, rock music caught his attention and he looked to see another car puling up, and several people got out, including a kid in his early twenties, looking like some typical spoiled rich kid. They were also talking Russian, so he figured that was their native language.
Nathan ignored them and continued filling his car. "Nice ride." He heard and looked to see the rich kid had walked over, looking the car over with a gleam in his eyes that Nathan didn't like. "Mustang. Boss 429. She a '70?"
"'69." He answered, taking the nozzle out and putting it back on the fuel pump.
"Beautiful car." The kid complimented, running his hands along the hood. "How much?"
"Excuse me?" Nathan looked at him.
"How much for the car?" The kid repeated like he was stupid.
"She's not for sale." Nathan said firmly, ending the conversation there as David and Becky came running back with bags of sweets, hopping into the car. Nathan got in and closed the door, starting the engine as the rich kid leaned on his window.
"Cute kids." He said with a smirk then looked at Nathan before speaking in Russian. "У всего есть цена, сука."
Nathan stared at him. "Не эта сука." He said in the same language.
The kid looked insulted and ready to do something when his... bodyguard pulled him aside, there was some more talk in Russian before the other man leaned on the window, looking at him blankly. "You and your kids have... good day, sir."
Nathan simply gave a look then drove off. but he glanced back in the rearview mirror to see those guys watching him go.
"I... I remember." Spawn said quietly.
He remembered waking up in the middle of the night to something shuffling around downstairs.
He remembered coming down and being blindsided by hooded figures.
He remembered them talking in Russian.
He remembered hearing the screams of his wife and children.
He remembered seeing his kids be beaten mercilessly, his wife, his pregnant wife, kicked in her pregnant stomach without mercy...
He remembered watching as the attackers put a bullet in the heads of his wife and kids...
And he remembered seeing that punk kid's face being the last face he saw, followed by him telling him to sleep tight in Russian before putting a bullet in his head.
He remembered. All of it.
His name was Nathan Nolan, former Blacks Ops soldier and mercenary, a soldier who fought for his country and did the worst kind of jobs that none would dare take on because of how suicidal they were. But he did it and earned a lot of money from it. He killed many people, innocent and not innocent. But he had been a soldier just following orders.
Spawn's hands clenched into the ground and he roared as he punched the ground. The house was illuminated by the lightning as he stood and walked towards the basement door, hoping that what he had buried down there hadn't been discovered and removed.
He yanked the basement door open and walked down the steps into the darkness, though a flip of a switch showed the lights still worked at least.
"Just paint your face" the shadows smile. Slipping me away from you.
Spawn stood in the middle of the basement, looking down at the floor, before he got to his knees with his fists tightly clenched.
Oh it doesn't matter how you hide. Find you if we're wanting to
With a roar of pain, anguish, grief, and rage, Spawn began to punch the concrete ground, causing cracks to form, but he did not stop as he kept going. Soon enough, the ground was cracked enough for him to start pulling pieces of concrete aside, revealing a large box hidden underneath the concrete ground.
So slide back down and close your eyes
He pulled the heavy, large box out of the ground and opened it to reveal guns. Lots of guns. Guns of different types; handguns, rifles, machine guns, even some combat knives and ammo kits.
Sleep a while, You must be tired
He grabbed the guns and began loading up.
Every night I burn, scream the animal scream.
A few minutes later, he came out of the basement, decked out with chosen weapons slung around him. The Clown watched with a cruel grin as Spawn walked towards the open door.
Every night I burn, dream the crow black dream
The lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating Spawn's features as he stood in the rain, cape billowing and flapping violently as he glared ahead into the distance, a promise of vengeance festering in his heart.
He will have his revenge...
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