The title may be familiar, but this is not me bringing back that OC/Wonder Woman story. I already did that with Spawn: Unchained Justice. If you've been a long-time follower of me, then you'll remember that my first Spawn/Justice League story had been a harem. Well, this story is that. I've decided to bring it back and keep A Hellspawn's Justice as the title.
Think of it as like A Devil of Justice, only it's Spawn, not Devil May Cry.
And since I've got a DC version, I'm obviously going to make a Marvel version which is current on the verge of completion. That'll most likely be posted a couple of minutes after this one has been.
Anyway, be sure to enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Spawn or Justice League. I only own the OC Nathan Nolan/Spawn.
It is time.
For over half a millenia 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 evenfelttall, 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 footsteps somewhere in the alleyway, drawing closer. He quickly ducked into the shadows, perfectly blending in with the darkness just as a male voice reached him.
"Take out your press ID. I want him to see we're legit."
Another male voice soon spoke. "This is some ugly shit we're talking about, Bennet. We get verifiable information and we get the byline of the decade."
"I know." Bennet responded, and the one hidden in the shadows could hear them coming closer so he stayed pressed up against the wall to ensure the darkness was covering everything, including his red cape that seemed to move on it's own as if it was alive. He focused on the two men as he heard them coming down the same alleyway he was hiding in, and soon spotted them for himself. Two men, dressed in longcoats looking like journalists or investigators.
"You know we're screwed if he doesn't show." The unidentified man said.
"Relax, he's a good source. Now do me a favour: Take a valium, you're making me crazy." Bennet said just as another man came out of the shadows, one sweating with a clearly visible nervous expression. His appearance caught the two men off guard, and the one hidden in the shadows watched the scene closely. "Mr. Stevens? I'm Dave Bennet, this is Kenny Hayes. We spoke on the phone..."
The sound of a gun clicking made Bennet gasp just before the trigger was pulled.
BANG!
The shooter, standing in the shadows, shot the bullet straight through the chest of Stevens, then fired off a second shot straight through the heart with the blood splattering onto Bennet and Hayes. The body of Stevens dropped to the ground, a puddle of blood already forming underneath. The shooter, a man dressed in a long coat and wearing a fedora hat, eyed the two scared men coldly.
"Looks like... you're meeting's been cut short." He remarked coldly.
"God...!" Hayes gasped, falling to his knees, putting his hands to his mouth. However, he was suddenly pressed up against the dumpster thanks to a shotgun being pressed against his head by a second unknown man. "Oh God!"
"God ain't here boy." The man chuckled darkly. "I'll take the message."
BANG!
The gunshot went off in sync with a bolt of lightning striking across the sky, and the body of Hayes soon fell to the floor with a gushing bullet wound in his head.
Terrified, Bennet turned and ran. However, he didn't get far before one of the assailants took out a revolver and fired off a couple of shots, which went through Bennet's legs and rendered him diabled at the moment. Bennet yelled in pain as he fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding legs.
"Now, do I look like I'm in the mood to run a marathon?" The first shooter asked sarcastically as he approached the downed man, then nudged him onto his back with his foot. "Do I?" The man then crouched down and pressed the revolver into the mouth of Bennet. "Okay, asshole, next question; who else knows? I'm waiting for your answer, smartboy."
Despite the gun in his mouth muffling his words, Bennet was able to get out. "Nobody! I didn't tell anybody else!"
"Don't lie to me, smartboy." The shooter warned. "Don't you piss me off by trying that crap with me."
From the shadows, the warrior watched with his eyes narrowing at the sight of the man pulling the hammer back on the revolver.
Each warrior is born as a blank slate unaware of their true destinies, knowing nothing.
The only instincts which they can act upon are drawn from their past...
Soon, the alleyway was lit up by the headlights of a car as it pulled up into the alleyway. A man got out of the car, carrying a gasoline tank with him, as he approached the men and looked down at Bennet.
"Well?" He asked expectantly.
"He see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil." The first shooter said in confirmation.
It pleased the new man nonetheless. "Good. Let's do this thing and go." He said before proceeding to empty the gasoline can's contens over Bennet and around him, making it clear what they intended to do to the man. Bennet managed to get onto his knees, hands up in surrender as he began to plead.
"Don't do this! You don't have to! I won't say anything! I swear! Please, I-I got a family! Kids!"
"And for their sakes, I hope decent life insurance." The man said coldly before taking out a lighter and flicking it on. However, before they could burn the man...
"Let him go."
The voice caught the attention of the men as they looked towards the darkened part of the alleyway, before a hand struck out and grabbed the thug with the shotgun, pulling him into the darkness
"geez!" The first man shouted as the second's blood-curling screams came from the darkness, and then his body was thrown into the two men, causing the lighter to drop which made Bennet's eyes widen. However, the flame flickered out before it could touch the gasoline and set him ablaze.
Getting to his feet, the man who arrived with the car and gasoline took out an SMG and began firing while backing up towards the wall as a dark shadowy figure loomed over him threateningly. Chains shot out and wrapped around the man before proceeding to throw him straight into the windshield of his car headfirst, killing him on impact.
Tunring his attention to the final thug. whose eyes widened when seeing him. The thug drew his pistol and started aiming but the caped figure grabbed his arm and forced it back until the bone of the elbow snapped and pierced through the skin, while the gun was forced against the thug's head. Through the pain, the thug looked at the caped figure in pure, utter terror.
"W-What the hell are you?" He whimpered.
"The question should be...where in Hell are you going?" responded the caped figure before pulling the trigger, splattering the man's brains all over and he watched the body drop to the ground.
"Stay back!" Bennet shouted, drawing his attention to see the man was now on his feet, pointing a gun at him... and still covered in gasoline.
"You don't want to do that." The caped figure said calmly.
Despite his words, Bennet still proceeded to pull the trigger due to shaking nerves. This was the last act in his life as the recoil and ejection of the bullet casing caused a bit of flame to go onto his gasoline-covered hands, setting him ablaze and he screamed in agony as he burned while the caped figure watched with narrowed eyes, his hands clenching as the sight drew something from him.
He saw flashes of fire, brimstone. His body being charred into a crisp as he watched his very arms turn to ash before his burning eyes. And then he saw a woman...
"I love you, Nathan..."
The caped man fell to his knees and started punching the ground while roaring in anguish. "NO! I CAME BACK FOR YOU! WHERE ARE YOU?!"
It is Hell's mission to make sure that the new recruits remain confused...lost in the torrent of their own agony. It is to insure that none will go and pursue any...personal missions.
The caped man could only look down in shame and agony the trembling still never leaving his body.
None of this makes sense! What is going on?
Hell does not allow their warriors to roam unchecked. For this each warrior is assigned their own 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. 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 favorite 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 sniveling 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 as he then waddled his way to the next figure who had been shot in the head with his own gun.
"Isn't this a sight? I so enjoy the shameful and dirty details."
The clown laughed shrilly this time 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?"
"Spawn?"
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, kid. So you best get used to it."
Spawn observed the carnage before him. One of the 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. His brain blown out thanks to a bullet through the head. And then the third, who had been tossed through the windshield of his car headfirst.
"D-Did I do this?"
"Instincts kid! You're a killer. Born and bred! You see violence, you act. It's a gift. That's why he picked you."
"Who? I can't remember anything." The caped figure shook his head and clutched his head. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!"
The caped figure roared once more into the sky all the while the Clown was watching him cackling at his pain and agony.
"Who am I? Why can't I remember who I am?"
"You shouldn't moan about it so much, Spawn. It doesn't really matter anymore. You're part of something bigger now!"
Spawn reached up and pulled off his mask, blinking when he stared at a normal face. Dark blue eyes, short black hair, slightly pale skin... but he didn't recognise it! He didn't know his face!
"Who am I?!"
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...
The action and violence is just getting started. The origin in the Marvel version will be different, it'll be more like MCU Punisher's origin, while this is going for a John Wick-like origin. Be sure to tell me what you think in the reviews, please.
Harem: Wonder Woman, Angela, Supergirl, Powergirl, Lois Lane, Black Canary, Huntress, Zatanna, Bekka, Killer Frost, Volcana, Tala, Cheetah, Maxima, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Grail, Talia Al Ghul, Circe.