Spawn vs Robber. [Musings]
â + Summer had shown its blistering face out the blue in Manhattan. The brick and iron monoliths that held the ants of the concrete jungle acted as giant mirrors for the sun's heat. One could literally see the steam rising from the baking streets. Busted fire hydrants sprayed cooling water where children and their parents jumped and played. Central park bustled with summer time bliss. Peddlers sold fresh baked treats and ice cream trucks posted up. Dishing out balls of cold, refreshing ice cream.
â + Deep within central park, while the city enjoyed its summer, a young woman was wishing today would end. She and her three year old son was held at gun point by a drug dealing addict down on his luck. He needed a quick fix, a adrenaline boost.
âP-p-p-please! Don't hurt my boy!â She cried. Making herself a barrier between the loaded fire arm and her child's skull, where the barrel of the gun pointed.
The mugger raised his armed hand, ready to pistol whip the frightened woman. âShut up! Just shut up! Just give me your purse..A-and your bra. Yeah..â
â + Spawn just happened to be in the area when the robbery was underway. He watched from the shadow of a large tree. This wasn't his problem. He could careless what happened to the woman, robber or child. He was at the park to clear his head but it seems trouble always attracted itself to Simmons. He battled with himself whether to keep watching or jwalk away.
Suddenly, the young boy dodged past his mother and became the shield. Blocking the robber from his beloved parent. Tears was streaming down his face but Spawn saw in the boy the spirit of a fighter. Someone who would not let anyone hurt the ones he loved.
âLeave mah mommy alone!â The boy scream with all his might.
â + The addict snickered at the boy's bravado and slapped the child away with no hesitation. The few teeth that the boy had projected from his now split lip. The mother tried to console her son but the robber shoved the barrel of the gun into her left breast. Pulling back the hammer.
âAye, don't get antsy bitch. Money and undies! Now!â He demanded.
â + The woman was frozen solid. Too scared to move. Not because of the man trying to rob her. But the brooding hellion that towered behind him. Spawn's emerald eyes were blazing. One thing he NEVER stood for was abusing a child.
âHey!â The robber shouted. âYou deaf or somethin'? Maybe I need to knock some sense into you too you dumb broad!â The man raised his hand to pistol whip the woman but he realized his gun was missing.
Confused, he looked left and right. Bullets then rained down before his eyes. The empty gun suspended in the air by a chain wrapped around the trigger guard. He spun around to see what was happening but Spawn was too fast. The Hellion clutched razor-like claws into his neck and hoisted him in the air. Blood dripped from his fingers. The robber tried to squirm but he knew he was going nowhere.
âYou think your tough, you piece of shit? Your all strong and powerful with a fuckin' gun but what about now?! Beat me like your did the child! Slap me! Threaten me! DO IT! Grows some fuckinâ balls!â
â + Spawn had achieved a almost heroic status to the people of manhattan. The woman knew who he was on first sight though he was only mentioned as an urban legend. She finally got her wits and picked her child up and nursed his wounds. At this point, the man was pissing himself in fear.
âGod, please don't kill me man! I'm sorry! Please!â He begged.
Spawn drew the man's face near his. Volumes of necroplasmic clouds lifted from corners of his eyes.
âGod can't help you now...Your ass is mine.â
â + The boy came to, now seeing what was happening. It was Spawn! The guy who took the bad guys out! But he was hurting people. That wasn't very heroic. The boy jumped out of his mom's arms and wrapped his tiny army around the trunk of Spawn's left leg.
âPlease Mr. Spawn, don't hurt him. He's not a bad guy, he's just hungry or something..Your a good guy! You don't hurt people!â He cried.
âYeah man! Listen to the kid!â The robber agreed.
â + The Hellspawn, after a tense moment, released his grip on the man. He managed to get himself up and he sprinted like a bat out of hell. The boy had a sparkle in his eyes. He saw his hero in action! His mother took his hand and pulled him away. Fearing that the Hellion would do to the boy what he was going to do to the robber. The boy, nearly jumping out of his skin from excitement, smiled.
âThat's Spawn! He's a good guy!â
â + Ends of his cloak gathered the bullets, loaded the gun and gave it to the frightened woman. Spawn's voice was directed completely at the woman who hesitantly took the firearm.
âNext time, carry protection. I won't be here all the time.â
He then headed back into the shadows of the overgrown trees where he vanished in plain sight. Later that night, the same robber had found himself on the outskirts of rat city getting high off drugs he and a half dozen goons stole from another drug dealer. Rats had scurried across the piss-drenched concrete. He had to take the edge off. Today wrecked him psychologically.
â...Fuck that costumed freak! Who does he think he is? Spiderman?!â He mocked. His allies all laughed in responses. âYeah!â One said aloud. âIf I was there I would have filled his stupid ass with more lead than a box of pencils! We run this city, not some freak in tights!â
â + Suddenly, the air shifted from blazing hot to ice cold. The rats and insects that outnumbered people stopped moving. Even the bums that dotted the alley all got their things and moved away from the group. As if something bad was going to happen. The men grew weary. Scared.
âTh'fuck's goin' on?â The robber inquired. The posse of drug addicts all pulled out their side arms. Frantically searching for HIM. They could feel it. He was around. Spawn was somewhere near them. And they couldn't figure out where. Unfortunately, they did know that Spawn was there watching them the entire time. He followed the robber after he left the park and murdered every contact he came across. Leaving a trail of bodies in his wake.
BOOM! A sniper round tore open a cavity into one of the men's chest. The group tried to run but all but the original robber had been gunned down before they could get back to the main street. The robber backed himself into a corner. Shooting shot after shot into the dark where he could see Spawn's outline.
âCome out, you ugly fuck! I know your here! You don't scare me!â He yelled.
The Hellspawn emerged from the thick of darkness. Ribbons of his cloak swayed around him. Chains slapped against the ground and brick walls crumbling the surfaces. He glided over the ground and as he done so, the robber emptied the last of his rounds into the shadowy mercenary. Close up, he could see that all his shots actually did hit him. Green ooze fell from the open wounds. But what kept him terrified was the fact that Spawn took a whole clip and didn't flinch a damn muscle. Spawn stood before the man who again was pissing himself. There was no one here to save his ass. Not even God.
â + The sound of the man's screams echoed all through Rat City.