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With his target temporarily in the wind, as there was a wide range of safehouses going from the city of Manhattan to Brooklyn and Queens, Spawn had to resist the urge to go storming to each safehouse and kill every one he sees until one of them gives up Iosef. For now, he resolved himself to rest and wait, bide his time. The only way he will now for sure where Iosef is... would be to confront the kid's father and make him tell him what he wanted to know.
So for now, Spawn retreated back to the alleyways of Manhattan, blending in with the darkness perfectly as he became a mere shadow that couldn't be seen save for his glowing green eyes that pierced the darkness.
The homeless hums in the alleys gave him a wide berth when they saw him. Either out of fear because of his appearance or because they got the sense that he wanted to beft alone. Either worked for him, because he did want to be left alone. He wanted nobody bothering him or disturbing him.
Currently, Spawn was perched atop a rooftop overlooking the alleyways, lost in his dark thoughts of pain, anger, rage and revenge. he thought about his wife, Sarah. He thought about his kids, David and Becky, and he thought about what he was going to do to Iosef Tarasov for taking them away from him. And he thought about everyone who will die if they get in between him and his prey.
And after it was all said and done he'll... he didn't know what he'll do afterwards. He couldn't go back to a normal life, not with what he has become. He didn't even know the full extent as to why he has come back and has these powers. And that fucking Clown was useless in getting information from. The bastard doesn't even show up unless it's to torment Spawn about anything.
But that's fine. Spawn didn't care for the Clown nor did he give too shits about the information he may have concerning him. He'll just work it out himself in time.
As Spawn stood there, staring into the darkness below him, the sound of screeching tires drew his attention. The alleyway was flooded with headlights as three cars came into the alleyway, one was a normal car. The other two were police cruisers. Spawn barely blinked as he watched the police cars corner the other car before the officers got out of their vehicles and approached. And the Hellspawn was able to hear everything being said.
"Okay, man." The driver in the normal car - an African-American man - got out with his hands raised. "What'd I do, huh?"
One of the officers walked up and pointed his baton at him. "Shut up and get your ass on the ground." The officer demanded coldly.
Spawn's eyes narrowed a little.
"What'd I do, man?" The civillian was confused.
"Well, if it isn't officer Hector from Internal Affairs." The officer said with false cheer as the other cops cornered Hector, keeping him from running. "You know, word is you told the captain we're skimming off the top." He placed his boot on the man's back. "Listen, if you can't keep your mouth shut, we'll shut it for you!"
Spawn's eyes narrowed even further.
"What kind of shit is-" Hector was gut off with a pained yell as the officer started beating him with his baton.
As he raised it for a third time, the officer's hand was caught in a tight grip and he was lifted off his feetm grunting in pain from the grip around his hand. The other officers looked and their eyes widened as Spawn stood on the police car, his cape writhing on it's own, the cop in his grip.
"Why is it that people with authority abuse their power?" Spawn asked rhetorically, his tone dark and menacing as he glared at the corrupt cops. Lifting the cop, Spawn tossed him into one of his buddies while the other snapped out of his shock to aim his gun at him and fire.
Several times the cop fired, and Spawn grunted as the bullets went through him only for the wounds to heal, leaving no trace that he had been shot at all. It was a useful trick, having some sort of healing factor.
The cop's eyes widened when seeing the strange man in a cape didn't go down at all. Terrified, he turned to run for his car only for a pair of chains to wrap around his body, lift him off his feet and then throw him through the window of an abandoned shop.
Hector, terrified, quickly got into his car and drove off, leaving the corrupt cops to the mercy of Spawn.
Spawn watched the car drive off, then turned his attention to the cops who were groaning from getting their asses handed to them. Spawn drifted past them, finding them no threat anymore. This was their first and only warning. He won't tolerate people like that in his alleyways.
"Word of advice, officer?" Spawn stopped next to the vomiting officer, who looked up at him with fear, his mouth stained with vomit. "Retire."
Spawn then walked off into the darkness.
"That's it, Spawn." He heard the Clown's voice behind him but didn't turn around to entertain him. "Let yourself go. Get pissed! Do some damage! Don't take shit from nobody, and oh yeah, the big boy downstairs. 'Cause this is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but a lot of blood, and torn flesh and broken bones! And I. Just. Love it!"
The Clown then walked off into the darkness, cackling.
And so the game has begun. After four hundred years, a new warrior takes center stage, preparing for the great battle. And with him comes pain, death and the vile stench of brimstone...
Shorter than usual, but I felt it was important to break away from the main stuff and get Spawn to do some vigilante-type shit, even if it's little. But hey, nothing like beating up corrupt cops and warning them off, eh? Anything's better than nothing, if you ask me.
But next chapter will be longer as Spawn resumes his hunt for Iosef Tarasov... by going after the guy's father.
Harem: Wonder Woman, Supergirl, Powergirl, Starfire, Zatanna, Hawkgirl, Raven, Black Canary, Huntress, Artemis, Batgirl, Hippolyta, Donna Troy, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Volcana, Killer Frost, Blackfire, Cheshire, Talia Al Ghul, Lady Shiva, Tala, Maxima, Cheetah, Circe, Grail, Bekka. Vikki Vale, Fire, Ice