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Spawn's cape billowed softly as he was crouched at the ledge of a skyscraper, looking down at the streets below the people going about their daily lives without having to worry much. All they had to worry about was rent, tax, putting food on the table, all that kind of stuff. That had been the same for Nathan, once. It had been his priority putting food on the table so that his children and wife were fed. And working as a Black Ops assassin, he earned a great pay for each mission he did so money was never an issue for them.
It was the distance that grated on Nathan's nerves. Sometimes he wished he could've spent more time with his wife and kids, but he treasured the times he was able to be with them before being called back into the field for a mission. He was happy he was able to attend his son's baseball games, his daughter's drama plays, be with his wife for when their anniversary would come around and remind them of how long they've been together and happy.
Every morning, when he wakes up, he looks for them. He looks for them... and then he remembers.
Nathan closed his glowing green eyes as flashes rang through his head, the memories.
"C'mon, dad!"
His son smiling as they played catch with a baseball.
"Daddy!"
His daughter's happy face at seeing him at her drama play.
"I love you, Nathan."
His wife's smiling face before they started to make love.
Nathan's eyes clenched shut tightly, his teeth gritting as his hands clenched into fists, crushing the bricks underneath. Even though he's killed those responsible for the massacre that killed his family... it changed absolutely nothing.
"This is 3-6 to dispatch, suspects proceeding north on Madison in a silver BMW sedan." The police scanner Nathan had suddenly drew his attention as a gruff sounding officer spoke before the familiar staccato of gunfire could be heard. "We have officers down at Madison and 97th, I repeat, officers down!"
Grateful for something to distract him, Spawn picked the radio up and stood. "Attention all units." The dispatcher said, "We have officers down, suspects are considered armed and dangerous at this time, proceeding northbound on Madison Avenue, all available units please respond." She ordered as the calls came in.
Putting the radio within the confines of his cape, with it disappearing into the darkness of his shroud. Nathan leaped off from his position and descended towards the ground, only for his cape to snap out Batman-style and allow him to glide and easily make it to Madison without delay, and his eyes easily caught sight of the silver BMW sedan. Hard to miss it when it's being pursued by cops who were firing at it, and the occupants of the sedan were firing back.
With a mental command, the cape tucked in against his body and Nathan practically dive-bombed towards the BMW with lethal intent, knowing he wasn't going to miss his landing. Not by a long shot.
And it was true.
He landed on top of the sedan with a loud 'THUMP!' the metal bending and denting underneath his weight. He wasn't fat by any means, but being a Hellspawn had it's advantages with the strength, agility, durability and power. As such, it was quite easy for him to smash his fist through the roof of the vehicle to grab at the driver.
"C'mere, you fucking bastard!" Spawn growled darkly, his voice incensed with fury and anger at these animals. They weren't human beings. The people he killed weren't human beings.
Calling them that was just being pretty generous.
"Shoot him! Shoot him!" The driver yelled as Spawn grabbed his shoulder, making his driving moments hard, and the sedan to start swerving side to side.
The passenger drew a Beretta M9 pistol and aimed it at the Hellspawn. "Eat this!" He shouted, about to pull the trigger.
Nathan had always been a quicker draw.
He drew a GLOCK 34 from his hip and fired straight through the scumbag's forehead right between the eyes, killing him instantly.
Returning his attention to the driver, Spawn punched him in the face hard enough to break his nose and make his hands release the wheel. Taking advantage, Spawn grabbed the wheel and jerked it hard to send the vehicle swerving out of control, then it tipped jut as Spawn jumped off. The vehicle then went rolling violently along the road before it slammed into a street lamp.
Straightening up, Spawn approached as he heard the distant sounds of police sirens. He didn't have much time before they'd come swarming onto the scene and start firing at him. He wasn't exactly painted in a good light with his actions.
Coming to a halt net to the sedan, Nathan took in the damage done; the driver had been killed during the crash, head bent awkwardly in a way that it shouldn't. But the other two in the back were still alive albeit very injured. They'd need to go to a hospital if they want to survive the night. And it was very tempting to put them out of their misery at the moment..
But the dazed but fearful and terrified looks they managed to send him through their pain as their hands raised in surrender... that was enough for him. If they had any common sense, they'd find better things to do with their lives if they made it through tonight.
"Word of advice." Spawn growled, leaning in and he took delight in their growing fear. "Stick to public transport."
With that, he left the scene as police cars arrived to assess the damage and take the remaining thugs into custody and get them set up at the hospital for treatment, while also taking statements from them on who attacked them.
Thanks to his computing skills, as well as having crime data in the city sent to his computers back home, Nathan picked out his next target tonight. A Munitions and Narcotics stockpile.
The Hellspawn was crouched at the ledge of a rooftop, overlooking a construction site, which still seemed very active despite the late hour. He narrowed his eyes at this, knowing construction works ended usually around five in the evening and NOT anywhere close to midnight.
Picking up a set of binoculars, Nathan looked through them and assessed the area. Unfortunately, the site was a smaller building, maybe three or four stories, most of which seemed nearing completion, at least structurally. He watched the people moving around well aware they were sentries giving how they were going back and forth slowly in place, like guards.
Putting the binoculars down, Nathan stood up and leaped gliding over to the rooftop of the construction site since there was no one stationed there He had to shake his head at the rookie mistake. You always have guards stationed on the rooftop.
Then again, this wasn't a military op and he wasn't dealing with insurgents in Afghanistan.
Upon landing on the rooftop, Nathan snapped his head up to give an intent look around the rooftop just in case there was something he missed. But there was no one, so he slightly relaxed and stood up before taking a look round.
Sure enough, the plywood rooftop had several gaps in the center, carefully proceeding towards them, he crouched to a knee as he looked down. "Holy shit." He breathed as he looked at the startling array of firepower on display. At the center of the room were several tables, all covered in a laundry list of guns, from Barretta 92 and Glock 17 handguns to Benelli M4 and Mossberg 590 shotguns, Uzi and FN P90 Submachine Guns to M4 and AKM Assault Rifles.
There was even a six barreled M134 Minigun proudly displayed in the centre of all these weapons, with an ammunition bet and everything. Nathan can remember the times he worked one of those heavy guns, either from a helicopter or a discarded one from an enemy vehicle, using it to easily gun down squads of enemy troops and camps.
'I'm definitely taking you home with me.' Nathan thought with a smirk under his mask. That gun could come in handy later on.
Thoughts aside, he watched as a half dozen men entered the room, buyers probably, indeed, two began showing off the various items while the others listened to the sales pitch. While they were occupied, he carefully slid the plywood over until there was a man-sized gap in the roof before he took a deep breath and dropped in.
As he stood to his full height, he saw the six men turn to face him. "Knock knock." He said darkly before his cape withdrew from shrouding his body, and he drew a pair of M4 Carbine Assault Rifles, and fired without any hesitation. Six men were shot down, the rest were quick to find cover while returning fire at the Hellspawn who moved while he kept shooting, kicking a table over onto it's side so it could be used for cover.
The doors to the room swung open as more gunmen rushed into the room, guns a blazin'. Nathan pulled out a frag grenade and heaved it forwards, the detonation stunning the new arrivals as he held down the trigger on his rifles, dumping the remainder of the magazines into the late arrivals.
Eventually, everyone momentarily ran out of ammo. Discarded his rifles, Spawn picked the table up and threw it at the thugs who scrambed ut of the way with startled cries. Snapping his gaze to the minigun, Nathan smiled before rolling over to grab it and stood up while locking and loading.
"Oh shit." One thug said, his eyes wide as the minigun barrels started to turn.
"Let's dance." Spawn growled before pulling the trigger hard.
And the room became a bloodbath as dozens of 7.62×51mm NATO bullets shot from the minigun rapidly, piercing through the flesh of the gunmen and killing them easily as body parts went flying, eyes shot out, brain matter splattering over the walls, guts, blood gushing out of wounds. It was a complete massacre as nobody could withstand the onslaught of a minigun unless they had the proper protection... which they didn't. At all.
Once everyone in the room was dead, save for the Hellspawn, Nathan turned his attention to the door as he heard more men coming towards the room. Cracking his neck, Nathan waited with his finger on the trigger.
As soon as that door was kicked open, Nathan unloaded another barrage of 6,000 rounds per minute.
Holding the gun with one hand without releasing the trigger, Nathan picked up one of the frag grenades and took the pin off before throwing it straight through the doorway, with an explosion going off two seconds later.
Eventually the minigun ran out of ammo much to Nathan's displeasure as he hoped to take it back with him but he wasn't that bothered. So he dropped the gun and took in the scene before him.
Piles of dead bodies in puddles of their own blood. Limbs on the ground, guts spilling out of the corpses, brain matter splattered on the floor and walls. It was truly a massacre.
With all the gunshots that went off, it wouldn't be long for the police to be called onto the scene, so Nathan made himself scarce before they arrived. His work here was done anyway.
And that's it for this chapter. This was to make up for the small amount of action in the first chapter, and the lack of it in the previous one since that was more about people reacting to Spawn's impact. This one was just pure action, blood and death befitting of Spawn and I hope I did it well. Let me know what you think in the reviews, keep on supporting this story and I'll do my best to crank these out every single day.
