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"Dammit." Nathan cursed as he arrived back at his loft, his cape wrapping around him and causing it as well as his outfit to change into normal clothing consisting of a black tanktop and black cargo pants with military-style boots. The night had been a long one, starting with the raid on the shipping yard, meeting that woman, and ever since the mob man had told him what was on that ship, he had begun to reevaluate what the hell he was doing here, again.
He walked over to the window and looked out to the view of New York City, his expression showing just how weary he was.
'What am I doing here?' He thought with a sigh, placing his arm up to lean on the window. This vigilante lifestyle was stressful, as if he didn't already have enough to be worrying about or deal with. He already had nightmares of his family's death, along with his experience in Hell. Add that nto the workload of saving people, and now hearing about a shipment of military-grade armor and weapons coming in...
His job was about to get a whole lot harder with the arrival of those heavy weapons. With the kind of firepower the Kingpin was bringing in, it looked like he was trying to supply an army. Nathan's job was about to get a lot more difficult.
Turning, Nathan walked over to where he had a computer system set-up, monitors displaying various articles of information. He sat in the chair and typed up something onto the central screen, which happened to be a newly filed report for the NYPD about the arrest of one Walter White.
And it looks like the suit is cooperating with the police.
"Guess I won't be paying him a second visit if he keeps being a good boy." Nathan said with a dark chuckle. His chuckle died down as his eyes caught sight of the photo with his wife and kids, and his expression broke for a few seconds before he closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths.
Even after everything he's done since refusing to submit to Hell, battling Heaven, Nathan sometimes wishes for the embrace of death. He had died once before, and ended up in Hell. Sometimes... sometimes he just wanted to die and join his family, but he knows that would never happen. Hell is where he'll end up when he dies for good.
He leaned back in his chair, looking away from the photo of his family, his eyes lost in thought as his expression fell.
How committed was he to this vigilante lifestyle, that it felt like he wasn't normal anymore? Sure, he was far from normal but he wanted to try and at least gain some semblance of a normal life. To be a man, rather than the monster he's made criminals believe him to be. Even if it was just for one night.
God, he needed a drink.
Nathan's black Dodge Challenger SRT demon pulled up outside of a nightclub and he took a look at it. Suffice to say it wasn't the kind of place he felt comfortable at, the loud signage and even louder music could be felt more than heard, even as far away as he was.
Still, he desired to have some kind of a normal life again outside of being 'Spawn'. So he'll be taking the full day off from being a vigilante and just be Nathan Nolan.
Paying the cover and stepping into the club he immediately regretted his decision. The lights and music made him want to blow his brains out. He felt exposed in casual clothes, and vulnerable without a weapon on his person.
"Get a grip, Nolan." He chided as he made his way towards the bar and ordered himself a beer.
When his drink arrived a minute after he ordered it, he sipped it idly while tuning out the blaring music. It was easy for him to do, since he often did that during his days in the military; tune everything that doesn't matter out and focus on the mission. And right now, his mission tonight was to drink until he felt like stopping.
However, he was soon shaken from his state when he felt someone sit in the stool next to him. He looked out the corner of his eye, seeing a fairly attractive redhead in a brown leather jacket. He watched as she ordered herself a small drink, and when it came she downed the thing in one gulp before slamming the glass back down with a heavy exhale that all but stated how stressed out she was.
"Rough day?" He couldn't help but inquire with a knowing tone.
"You have no idea." The woman replied as she ordered herself another drink."Life of a reporter, I guess." Nathan couldn't help but respond with a sound that straddled the line between chuckle and snicker, drawing a bemused look from the woman before she struck her hand out. "Mary Jane Watson, investigative reporter for the Daily Bugle."
"Nathan Nolan." He shook her hand, while trying to place her name as he was certain he's heard it before. Then again, she was a reporter so her name probably came up in the newspapers at some point. "So, what's got you so stressed that you need to drown it in alcohol?"
Mary Jane sighed. "The new vigilante in town." She said, causing Nathan to raise an eyebrow. "I'm investigating him, as my job title explains. To try and learn why this guy does what he does. Why he's playing judge, jury and executioner. This isn't the first time this city's faced a guy like that, but this guy isn't some gun-trotting vigilante with a happy trigger finger. He knows what he's doing."
Nathan blinked and looked more interested. "Is that so?"
She nodded. "He knows who he's hitting and does it with precise precision. He's already caused the police to get more guns and drugs off the streets in the last week than they usually would in a month. He's hitting crime at the source." She explained, her expression coming alive as she talked about what she had found. "People are even comparing him to Frank Castle."
'Frank?' Nathan thought, surprised to hear the name of his friend who he served with in Afghanistan. They were on the same squad and had been good friends. After he had gotten his revenge on the ones responsible for killing his family, Nathan looked up Frank to see how he was doing, only to learn that Frank's family had been gunned down by the Mob, who were later wiped out by Frank, who went on to be known as the Punisher.
And if he is anything like the Punisher, it's not a long shot to assume he has some support." Mary Jane said, breaking Nathan from his thoughts.
He withheld the urge to snort. 'You're wrong there. I work alone.'
"So... what does the city think of him?" Nathan asked, curious on public opinion.
"Well, it's divided. One half approves of what he's doing, some cops even say he's making their job a lot easier." Mary Jane said., pausing to take a healthy sip of her drink. "Then there's the other half who thinks he shouldn't decide who deserves to live and die, since he only kills criminals that have committed the most despicable and heinous crimes like murder, rape, child predators, The only one he's spared are small-time criminals who steal, although they don't come out of it any better since they're left in a state that'll keep then in hospital for a while. One thief got his arms broken into two pieces."
'He was asking for it.' Nathan thought, keeping his expression blank.
Before he could respond, he heard a new voice shouting over the music behind the two. "MJ! There you are!" The two turned to see a youngish looking man, head adorned with a mess of brown hair and slight in stature, approaching them.
But as he looked closer, Nathan felt his hairs stand on end as he watched him weave through the crowd. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he scrutinised the man. Despite his slender profile, he seemed to be lean, built more like a gymnast than the nerd his face would suggest. He didn't carry himself with confidence, but still managed to subconsciously glide across the floor in a way Nathan had come to associate with veteran fighters, not dweeby 20-somethings.
The redhead gave him a dry look. "Peter, you're late." She said matter-of-factly, "Again."
"I'm really sorry MJ." Peter said. Nathan recognised the poor guy doing damage control, doing whatever he could to salvage the evening. Considering the redhead he was pleading his case to, Nathan could hardly blame him. "You know how work can be! I got hung up again."
MJ shook her head, though Nathan saw the faint smile on her lips. "Of course you did, Tiger. I know how you are when it comes to your work." She said with a faint laugh. "You didn't miss much honestly, just me talking about work." She said, a nod coming in reply from her boyfriend..
Finally, Peter turned his attention to the guy sitting next to his girlfriend and struck his hand out. "Peter Parker."
Nathan shook his outstretched hand. "Nathan Nolan. So what do you do for a living?"
Peter took delivery of a cola, twisting the cap off with surprising ease before answering. "I'm a lab assistant at a startup in Greenwich under a brilliant scientist named Doctor Otto Octavius."
"Science boy, huh?" Nathan snorted in amusement. "Yeah, you look the type."
"Hey!" Peter cried, hardly offended as he heard the playfulness in the other man's words, while MJ giggled at his reaction.
"Just be careful when you use big sciency words around me. Chances are I'll tune you out if it means I don't have to listen." Nathan said, sipping his drink. "Was never good at science in school."
Peter nodded. "I'll be sure to remember that."
MJ snorted. "You just don't want him to possibly hit you when you do your big science talk." She turned to Nathan. "I did that on our first date when he started going on about some collider."
"It was-" Peter started but stopped when his girlfriend shot him a look that said 'do you want to relieve that moment again?'. Peter quickly changed the subject. "So, Nathan, you from New York?"
Nathan nodded. "Yeah. Used to live here a while back, then I left for a... trip. Came back not too long ago, thought I'd see my old stomping grounds."
"Where did you stay?" Peter asked curiously.
"Brooklyn. Now I live at a loft in Hell's Kitchen."
"Brooklyn? Nice. I used to stay in Queens." Peter said with a smile. "My aunt lives there."
"Must be hell to get here when it comes to traffic jams." Nathan said.
Peter nodded. "You have no idea. You should've seen the aftermath of Rhino's rampage a couple of months back."
"Yeah, I heard about that." Nathan nodded, having read up on the city's recent events, and heard about the various super powered criminals that had shown up at one point or another, but could only wince at the image forming in his head. "I've got a car myself, so I hope I don't stuck in traffic."
MJ looked curious now. "What kind of car?"
"Dodge Challenger SRT Demon." Nathan replied.
Peter whistled. "American muscle. Nice."
"Yeah, hopefully it doesn't impedge my intent to see the Mets game next week." Nathan chuckled.
Peter's eyes lit up. "You a Mets fan?"
MJ rolled her eyes. "Oh God, here we go." She muttered but was promptly ignored as the boys began talking about football. And Nathan found himself smiling a lot more than he used to, feeling a little more... lighter. This had been a good decision. It was proof to him that underneath the darkness, there was still a man who could try and grasp a normal life again, even if it had to balance it with being a vigilante.
But what's life without a little risk?
In the end, Nathan exchanged numbers with Peter and MJ, agreeing to meet up with them at some point if he wasn't busy.
Wilson Fisk was working late, not an unusual occurrence for those who knew the mogul. His ornate office was dimly lit, just enough so he could make out the reports that had arrived at his desk. At this hour, his official work was complete, and his more opportunistic ventures were his main focus.
The Kingpin sat back in his chair, carefully reading a report of the status of a new and ambitious long term project. The last of the shipments had arrived and was already being distributed, despite the best efforts of yet another masked thorn in his side. Even Walter White was replaceable, and with his plans so close to fruition, the weasel wouldn't be able to spill his guts to police in time to make a difference.
That didn't mean there weren't loose ends however, with a few keystrokes, his monitor showed the profiles of the two largest. The Spider-Man had been active for years and had been accounted for as this plane came together. But this 'Spawn' was new and hadn't been planned for.
Fisk opened a folder and read a recent update, this plan was reliant on the cooperation of small-time gangs, and a few had already gotten cold feet regarding their orders with this new vigilante roaming the city unchecked. But he hadn't gotten to where he was by sitting idly by while the world left him behind. The Kingpin was owed a large number of favors, and he decided the time had come to call one in.
Reaching for the telephone, he picked up the handset and dialed a memorized number. On the third ring the call was accepted, and Fisk spoke immediately. "Hello old friend." He said, a slight smile creeping onto his face. "How soon can you be in New York? I have a job for you."
Captain Yuri Watanabe looked over the information they had accumulated, finally able to go through everything since the city had gone three nights without an attack by the Marauder. Combined with what White had been telling police while he remained in protective custody, the picture was slowly coming together.
"So it turns out this guy's been gunning for Kingpin all along. Maybe we do actually have something in common." Martinez said as he leaned back in his chair and looked at the board. The locations of places Kingpin had been funneling weapons shipments and places Spawn had hit. "How the hell did we not notice it?"
"White said that this has been in the works for a while now, I'm checking with the feds but so far nobody's gotten back to me." Johnson answered as she resumed chewing on her pencil. Yuri looked at the web of POIs White had tied to Fisk as well as trying to find what motivated Spawn.
Yuri pushed herself up off the desk and looked at the heavily marked up map of the city hanging on the wall next to their white board, both covered in sticky notes and scribbles. She looked at the map and soon pointed at one spot in particular. "He hasn't been here yet." She said as she stepped back, and the others saw where she had pointed.
"Fisk Industries Distribution Center?" Martinez said disbelievingly before shaking his head dismissively. "But the last sighting we had of the trucks that left the docks had them going away from the city, and Simmons didn't name it as one of the end points."
Johnson furrowed her brow as she took the pencil from her mouth. "No, but it could be a middle point. If White is right about the final destination being gangs here in Manhattan it is an ideal way to get them there." She countered. "You think Spawn is thinking the exact same thing?"
Yuri nodded in affirmation, the corners of her mouth curling upwards slightly. "I'm going to make some calls, get us a warrant for a stakeout. We go tonight." She said, getting a round of nods from the two detectives.
"I got a bad feeling about this." Martinez quipped as Yuri left the two to resume their bickering.
Nathan stood on a rooftop that overlooked the Fisk Distributions Center, which he had figured out to be the most likely staging ground for weapons shipments that had come into the city. He had spent a few days scouting possible locations, and slowly crossed them off until he was left with the massive complex before him.
The Hellspawn had a pair of duel Desert Eagle Mark VII strapped his legs, since he had a feeling that any guards he'll encounter will be armed themselves so he'll just take their weapons and use them.
He waited until the last truck left the area, then nodded. "Time to go to work."
He jumped off the ledge of the building, his cape shooting out and acting like wings for him to glide Batman-style. As soon as he passed over the fence, he dropped down into a roll, snapping into a stance with his pistols in hand, checking the area for any movement that he may have missed from his perch on the building. But he didn't see a single person. No gun toting workers, no security, nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Lowering his weapons before holstering them, Nathan moved towards the door of the center and tried it, and wasn't surprised to find it locked. Hardly feeling defeat, he kicked the door off it's hinges and stepped inside to find...
"Nothing?" He blinked in disbelief as he stepped into the barren room. His footsteps echoing off the concrete floor. The place was nearly completely empty, a few pallets were stacked up and there was a forklift off to one side. Nathan looked around, head slowly turning here and there, before he looked at the floor and narrowed his eyes with a quiet hum of contemplation.
During his Black Ops days, he had come across compounds that were seemingly empty, but in fact had secret passageways for the enemy to smuggle their load underground. It was not impossible that the Kingpin's men would do the same.
Taking another look around, Nathan's eyes landed on a control panel and he walked over to it. He ripped the door of the box open and assessed the wires for a few seconds. He grabbed two of the red wires, pulled them out and forced them together. He turned upon hearing a dull click and the sound of massive hydraulic systems lowering a section of the floor in the back of the room.
He approached the massive freight elevator that had descended to the lower level and could hear voices down below. "You two, check it out, see anyone who isn't supposed to be thereā¦kill 'em." One ordered in a suitably gruff sounding tone.
"Been dead before." Spawn said, announcing his presence as the three men looked up to see him aiming his pistols at them. "Try something new."
He opened fire before they could get a shot off. getting two in the head, and the third through the jugular. He'll bleed out to death in a few minutes, so Nathan couldn't be bothered to put him out of his misery.
"Spawn's here!" He heard someone shout from further inside.
Spawn dropped down, his dark form shrouded with only his inhuman glowing green eyes. "Let's have some fun." He chuckled darkly and walked in.
Outside, Yuri Watanabe was not having similar thoughts. "Any sign of him?" The police captain asked over the radios she, Martinez and Johnson had, each in their own unmarked patrol car stationed at a different vantage over an entrance to the distribution hub.
She sipped her coffee and shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the Kevlar vest she was wearing was far from comfortable but could be lifesaving. "Nothing yet, Cap." Responded Johnson.
"All quiet on the western front ma'am." Martinez piped in dutifully as Yuri watched the rooftops for any sign of Spawn. She hoped that this would pan out, they didn't have any other leads.
The silence resumed as she checked her pistol again and waited for something to happen. Looking up, she saw a dark form gliding and her eyes soon focused on the source, seeing the red cape and the glowing green eyes even from here. "It's him." She said over the radio as she threw open the door and watched him sail over the fence. "Converge on me at the gate, we gotta get inside."
A few minutes later the two detectives ran up briskly. "Martinez, get the gate." Said Watanabe as the older Hispanic man nodded and crouched down. The detective pulled out a lockpick and set to work as the two women went on the lookout. They heard a commotion inside the building that set all three on edge. "Hurry it up Detective."
"Is that strictly legal?" Johnson asked as her eyes flickered down to the back of her fellow detective as he continued to work on the lock.
Yuri's face remained impassive as her eyes scanned back and forth. "Does it matter?" She asked flatly.
A flicker of worry flashed across Johnson's face, "I suppose not." She answered when they heard the lock click open and Martinez stood up and pushed the gate open. Without hesitation, Yuri pushed her way to the front and led the three inside.
Meanwhile, a massacre was going on inside.
"SHOOT HIM! SHOOT! SHOOT HIM!" One goon cried frantically and hysterically.
"We are shooting him!" Another shouted with annoyance as he fired at their target.
"With what, insults?!" The first goon retorted before he got a bullet to the head courtesy of Spawn.
Sliding into cover behind one of the containers, Spawn loaded the discarded M4 Carbine rirlfe he had picked up from a dead thug, then rolled out of cover before pulling the trigger. He got at least three gunned down while the rest quickly ducked down in their cover spots. Spawn kept firing until the magazine was out of bullets, so he discarded it and grabbed another from a nearby corpse, his eyes spotting a crate of grenades and he smirked underneath his mask.
Using one of his chains, he had it gently wrap around the grenade and pull it over to his waiting hand. He looked up as he heard the 'TING! TANG!' sound of bullets hitting metal and ricocheting. He looked at the grenade then pulled the pin.
"Catch this!" He shouted and hurled the grenade over without looking.
An explosion occurred five seconds later, taking out a few more gunmen as Spawn got to his feet and opened fire on those who had stumbled out of their cover due to the grenade. He ran while continuing to fire, running up along the wall before landing on one of the containers, gripping the rifle with both hands now as he kept firing and firing until the gun ran out of bullets.
He tossed the weapon aside and dropped down on one of Fisk's men, grabbing him in order to use him as shield. The thug yelled in pain as he was peppered with bullets from his friends while Spawn righted his weapon-arm up to shoot back while getting closer.
When he was close enough, he kicked the man-shield forward then grappled with another, easily twisting his arm in a way that it shouldn't which brought unbeliveable agony onto the man. Spawn then angled the man's arm up and made him shoot his friend, then gripped his face before clenching down hard, crushing his face like clenching your hand around wet paper. Blood, bits of brain matter and skull, splatted onto Spawn's chest and covered his hand but he hardly cared about that at the moment.
"Suck on this, Spawn!" He heard and looked up in time for one gunman to throw a grenade, which landed at the Hellspawn's feet and wet off. The explosion sent Spawn flying back, the Hellspawn grunting as he hit the edge of a container.
the gunmen resumed firing, some of which struck Spawn who quickly healed as he darted into cover while grabbing the box of grenades from earlier.
"Try this on for size, asshole." Spawn growled, then volleyed the crate of grenades at the remaining gunmen whose eyes widened as the grenades were sent flying out the crate. Quickly, Spawn stood up, aimed a pistol and fired a single bullet.
Time seemed to slow as the bullet sailed through the air towards one of the grenades and... struck it dead on.
KABOOOOOM!
When one grenade goes up while around several others, then that meant the others will explode as well, meaning a bigger explosion.
Spawn lowered his weapon as he surveyed the carnage that he was responsible for. The series of explosions had started a quickly growing fire as containers began to belch thick black smoke, the fire continuing to spread.
The surreal silence was broken by a feral cry as he spun around and was tackled to the floor by the last goon, but Spawn tactically rolled them over. The goon had drawn a knife and attempted to stab Spawn with it, but Spawn managed to make the blade face the goon who was fighting against Spawn's strength. Growling, Spawn gripped the goon's face and forced his head to the floor, now above him as he pressed the knife closer and closer to the goon's chest.
Spawn raised his right arm and smacked the handle of the knife, driving it into the goon's chest/ He did this again, and then again, with the third time plunging the knife into the goon's chest and ending his life.
Getting to his feet, Spawn looked around and spotted a console that was untouched by all the shooting, but the fire was spreading rapidly. Making his way over to it, he took out a data drive and plugged it into the USB port to commence downloading. Once that was completed, he took the drive and quickly made his way out of the area, coming to the elevator shaft where he had jumped in and jumped up to grasp the ledge and pull himself up.
"NYPD! HANDS UP!" He heard and snapped his head up to see three figures approaching him. Cops based on their uniform. Their weapons were drawn and they had kevlar bulletproof vests on. "You're under arrest, Spawn!"
The two detectives and Captain Watanabe stood motionless as they waited for Spawn to do something, anything. The man certainly looked imposing and like something out of a horror movie. With the blood on his chest and hands, the dark silhouette that he appeared as, his glowing green eyes the only thing they could see, and the smoke rising behind him making appear demonic.
"I must say I am astonished by the response time of New York's finest." Spawn remarked dryly.
"We were here before you even arrived. We knew you'd come here. Bad luck, buster." Johnson retorted with a smirk.
"Get on your knees and put your hands behind your head." Yuri ordered sternly, keeping her gun at his chest, aiming right where the heart was. "Now! Or we'll shoot you down!"
Spawn snorted. "Shoot me if I resist... how very justice of you."
Johnson scoffed. "Like you don't grant criminals the same. You kill them before they can even have a chance to surrender."
Spawn turned his head towards her and Johnson shivered as those glowing, inhuman-like green eyes seemed to stare into her very soul, judging her. "Shitbags like them don't deserve any form of mercy." He growled in a low, dark tone. "Did they grant mercy to their victims when they mugged, killed or raped them?"
"Look." Yuri got his attention again. "I get that you believe people like them should be killed. You aren't the first to think that way. And scum like that do deserve a fate worse than death, but you can't go around playing judge, jury and executioner. That's now how the system works! And it's not how the law works!"
"Fuck the law. Fuck the system. It's been broken for years, woman." Spawn scoffed. "I only kill the fuckers who deserve to rot in Hell."
"You killed a detective!" Martinez spat.
Spawn shrugged. "He had blood on his hands."
"A teacher!" Yuri added.
Spawn growled. "A paedophile."
Yuri shook her head. "You don't get to decide who deserves to die."
"And you do?" Spawn retorted. "How many have gotten away because the police refuse to take the shot? How many times as Wilson Fisk slipped away because you would rather see him in court rather than put a bullet through his fat head?"
"That's not how it works." Yuri said sternly, gripping her weapon. "Now get on. Your. Knees."
"Fisk is planning something." Spawn said, ignoring her order. "Something that threatens this city. i'm going to tear his plans down piece by piece, kill every last fucker that works for him until I get to him directly so I can end his life. You're a good cop, Captain, so stay out of my way."
"And you're going to go do what? Play hero?" Johnson asked, bringing the Hellspawn's gaze back to her.
"I'm no hero. Just a guy that does what needs to be done." Spawn replied, then he shifted slightly.
Yuri fired, followed by Johnson and Martinez, but Spawn jumped back into the smoke which shrouded his entire form and made it seem like he pulled a disappearing act.
"Shit!" Yuri cursed as they scanned for the vigilante but found no sign of him. "Where did he go?"
"No clue, ma'am." Martinez responded before he fought off a cough, the black smoke was getting thicker. "But we can't stay here to find out!" He called. As if to emphasise his point, a larger explosion than any of the previous ones rocked the building.
Holding back a curse, she looked around one last time. The floor was cracking under their feet and the man they were hunting was nowhere in sight. "Everybody out!" she ordered sternly as the three police officers turned back towards the door. Looking back over shoulder, she saw a massive chunk of the floor fall into a massive pyre below.
"GO! GO!" She yelled as she took off after them in a dead sprint.
She saw Martinez and Johnson go out the busted door they came in just as the floor she was running on began to give out and she felt a sensation of weightlessness. In a state of shock, Yuri looked down to see that she was falling into what would likely become her funeral pyre before she slammed into the top of a container and blacked out.
Nathan stood in an alleyway close to the burning building, watching as the two detectives with Captain Watanabe ran out but there was no sign of the Captain herself. He groaned. "Fucking dammit."
Without another word, he charged, springing right past the two detectives and ignoring their shouts as he bulldozed his way through the building wall, hardly flinching as a support beam fell right down beside him.
It didn't take him long to find Watanabe and he quickly moved to her, lifting her into his arms. He turned and saw his way out had been blocked by debris on fire, making him silently groan as he looked around for a way out. He spotted the skylight and had a chain shoot out, wrapping around a unburnt, still-strong, support beam and launched himself up. He smashed through the skylight, and landed on the ground without harm.
Nathan looked at the building, then down to the woman in his arms as her eyes stirred slightly and she looked up at him, but her vision looked blurred for the moment.
Without a word, Spawn laid her on the floor and stood up. "Take it easy, Captain." Was all he said before vanishing as Martinez and Johnson came running onto the scene.
As faint sirens of police cars, firetrucks and ambulances could be heard, Spawn stood on a nearby rooftop and watched the first responders get to work on deescalating the situation as well as getting Yuri to a hospital. He huffed to himself before turning and leaving.
Unaware that a certain black-clad prowler had been watching him with a smirk.
And that's it for this chapter. Lot of action happened, eh? Anyway, let me know what you think in the reviews, please.
