Lonely Nights [Opened]

[spawn]

Tales were spreading, tales of a a violent beast that inhabited one of the many alleyways of Los Angeles. No one had been able to catch a glimpse of the beast and even fewer actually believed in it, but then again who would dare want to believe that something was stalking their alleyways. Several men had already lost their lives to what most could only assume to be the same entity. The cause of death in all of them was a large wound penetrating the center of the chest and exiting the back. The police were baffled, wondering would could have the power to actually do that to a man. Their first guess was that a new mutant had found it's way into the city, eventually it was thought that it was a new super villain, testing his skills. Whatever it was people were scared and the police proved to be no help in the case.

What people didn't know was that all seven of the victims that this beast had killed were all violent criminals or that they had come to harass the homeless population of Los Angeles. Then again, no one really cared for those without homes. Maybe that was why the beast had found comfort and kinship in them, because they were all outcast. To them he wasn't a monster or a villain, no he was their hero and he was the worst kind of hero. He cared little for the world outside his own and only intervened when he deemed that it was disturbing his peace. Luckily for the homeless, almost everything had a way of disturbing Spawns peace of mind and they had gone unharrassed for weeks now, if one didn't count to police coming by and asking questions every couple of days.

Tonight their odd hero sat atop the rooftops as he always did, looking out over the City of Angels. His blood red scarf whipped about slowly as of it were a snake slithering across the ground. He looked out over the night landscape of Los Angeles, lit up by neon and the lights of passing cars. An urge to join in passed over the being. Despite what he was now the beast, Spawn, had been a young man at one point and he wished with all of his heart to once more join the world of the living. The homeless that took him in were kind to him, shared their meager meals with him, but they were no replacement for having friends his own age. His ominous green eyes dimmed as he closed them, remembering a better time.

He would have stayed in the spot all night if a scream hadn't rose up, shattering his dreams. The Hellspawn leaped up from his spot and ran across the rooftops, becoming a blur of red and black. His chains rattled as he ran, a gun from one of his victims wrapped within it. He arrived at the scene only to hear laughter follow the scream. Spawn peered over the building he was on to see a group of people his own age. Spawn let out a deep sigh as he pulled his head back and leaned against a water tower. "Damn kids," he muttered, his voice deep and gravely. Another reminder of what he was missing.

[Wyld Katt]

"So much for my vacation...."

Danny said as he ran across rooftops of the more run down areas where the bodies had been found. The BPRD wasn't as dumb as the local police and had discovered traces of necroplasm on the bodies. And that put this investigation in their jurisdiction. And since Wyld Kat had been in San Francisco on vacation he was sent to check it out and report back just in case it was a new mutant with some sort of necroplasmic powers. As he ran he had his silver staff in hand. His revolver had been loaded with blessed items as all signs pointed to a demon, only problem was they didn't know what kind.

As he ran he heard a scream and headed towards it. But he stopped when he saw someone had beaten him to it. He noticed the scarf whipping in the breeze and it looked as someone was just wearing a hoodie. But Wyld Kat's sense of smell was telling him otherwise. Aside from the general dirtiness most people had in this area he had another more familiar scent to him.

"Bingo. Alright buddy, hold it right there."

[spawn]

Spawn sat there for several moments, his scarf whipping about in the supernatural wind. He was contemplating his past before a new voice interrupted his silent train of thought. The demon arched a brow, his glowing green eye growing larger as he did. Bingo? Did anyone say that nowadays? Not caring to pay much attention to the voice Spawn pushed himself off of the water tower and then looked over at the man who had stumbled across him. What he saw shocked Spawn to no end. He had thought he had seen it all when he was in hell but he'd never once seen a scantily clad cat man. A word from his time as a human popped up in his mottled mind and he almost laughed. "Neko," he said under his breath. Looking at the man's ears once more he was sure that he had heard him.

His ghostly green eyes roamed over the rest of him, stopping at the revolver he held. He could sense the holy aura rolling off of them and the purity. Just being near them made his proverbial skin crawl. Even if he didn't have any skin K11 would have done it for him, his costume reacting in much the same manner.

"So,"

he said, lifting his gaze to meet the other's, "Going out hunting tonight, are we?" he asked, his voice deep and throaty as it always was. He rotated his shoulders as he asked, the chains at his hips rattling from the slight movement. Spawn had never encountered someone that brandished holy items. Most of enemies had been demonic or just plain human. No matter the case, if all else failed Spawn could just teleport out of the situation.

Still, he was somewhat curious as to why and how this man went about securing these items and what he was intending to use them for. To his knowledge, which wasn't that expansive, their was no one that he should worry about on the surface world besides other demons.

[Wyld Katt]

He rolled his eyes as the man before him said Neko. He got that a lot and told him that perhaps this wasn't a demon and was just a mutant or meta-human. But he had the stench of demon all over him at the same time. It was quite the conundrum.

"Hunting? Yes you could say that."

He said keeping the gun steady. On his back he had his silver blessed staff ready as well just in case. He knew this wouldn't be easy but was surprised he didn't just try to flee or attack him right away like others do.

"By order of the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense you are here by under arrest, got down on your stomach with your hands behind your head. You don't seem as evil as other demons so don't make me put a couple of these rounds in you. I know you're smart enough to know what they'll do."

[spawn]

Spawn sighed and rubbed the back of his neck when the man began his probably rehearsed speech. "So the government is hunting demons now? Don't they have anything better to do like raise some taxes or something along those lines?" he asked with a sarcastic tone as his green eyes rolled in his skull. The fact that the government was after him was a rather irritating concept. It was bad enough the cops were after him but now this Bureau of Paranormal Research and Development was after him? To make matters worse they had access to the only thing that could kill him. Thankfully they had underestimated him and only fitted their representative with a stick and six little pellets. From what Spawn knew about his ancestry it would certainly be painful but nowhere near lethal. Spawn had heard tales of his grandfather, the original Spawn, being literally shredded into several pieces by a one of Heaven's own generals and surviving the ordeal.

Of course, that tale ended up with his grandfather having his severed head thrown into a garbage can, but he survived nonetheless. "You'll excuse me if I refuse your offer. Somehow your toothpick and peashooter don't exactly terrify me and if they did I don't see why I should. The government has no reason to take me into custody. If anything I've only helped them." he said, referring to the criminals that he had killed out of "self defense." "So if you don't really have anything else to say I think I'll take my leave and head back to my alleyway." With that the black and red clad demon walked forward toward Wyld Cat. He walked past him giving him a slight nod to signify his intention of leaving. It was a shame, Spawn had come out here to attempt and save a life only to have someone point a gun at him and try and arrest him.

[Wyld Katt]

"Our agency specializes in demons, vampires and other various creatures the general populace chooses to ignore either out of fear or stupidity."

He said with a smirk. He knew his weapons wouldn't kill the demon. But of course that wasn't his intention. His orders were to capture the demon as this was something they hadn't encountered before. And hell, it was even possible they could recruit him.

"Well it's not our concern who you killed, only THAT you killed. I read some of the files, those people were indeed messed up, no argument there."

He narrowed his eyes as Spawn walked past him and shook his head.

"C'mon it's my vacation. Can't one of you just do it the easy way for once?"

He asked with a sigh before whistling. Men appeared on various rooftops all armed with sniper rifles, the dots from their laser sights pointed on Spawn. Some had holy rounds others just armor piercing.

"Last option before they open fire. And yes, I'm aware many of the rounds won't kill you. They'll just hurt like hell, no pun intended."

[spawn]

Spawn was impressed when various men jumped up after being given a rudimentary signal. The dots that trained in on him glowed with killing intent. He looked over them, attempting to count them only to fail after several tries. The demon looked back at the cat and then hunched his shoulders. "Are they on vacation too? If so, you guy's have a shitty idea of what a vacation is." he said without humor as he turned to face him. Spawn crossed his arms over his chest as he examined his options. He had two, but they would require him to use up his powers, even if only a small portion of them. He hadn't used any today which meant he was in rather good shape. He figured he could stall for some more time though. Besides, this was the first conversation he'd had with anyone with super powers and, despite the odd formalities, it was somewhat pleasant.

"I think I'd have preferred it have been a pun. Though either way it wouldn't have been an accurate one. I've been to Hell. Nothing hurts like Hell." he said with a repressed shudder at the memories of heinous tortures and flames constantly licking at his body. "And why would anyone want to do anything the easy way? It's so much more entertaining to make things as difficult as possible. It's a real test of character."

[Wyld Katt]

"Tell me about it."

He said shaking his head, his gun hand not moving. The fact the demon hadn't tried running or fighting was getting confusing. Actually there was a lot about this demon that was confusing. He got the appearance, that wasn't too odd. What was odd was how the demon spoke and behaved. And the fact the demon was apparently carrying a gun, very strange.

"That's quite possibly the most eloquent answer I've ever received from any species."

He noted how the demon shook slightly at the mention of hell but chose not to address it right now.

"Alright, before my men and I open fire and the battle begins and a few of them probably end up dead..."

He noticed a few dots waver off target.

"Do not lower your weapons or I will drain you myself!"

He shouted as the dots quickly found their target again.

"...I just need to know. Why would a demon, a being usually comprised of pure evil, kill only evil people and not innocents?"

He asked with a raised eyebrow. Perhaps there was a lot more to this than he had initially believed.

[spawn]

Spawn watched as a few of the dots flickered away only to reappear at the cat's mention of draining them. Spawn's green eye widened, signifying his brow raising, which was impossible due to the simple fact that he had no eyebrows. What did he mean by drain? Spawn wondered as he looked over the bipedal feline. He tucked the thought away in the back of his mind for thought later. For now he was simply interested in the conversation at hand. "I'm a rather eloquent person when the mood suits me. Becoming poetic is one of the first signs of becoming used to Earth again. Eventually, I'll write a book of poems and my evil intentions will be known." he said as he rolled his eyes, his tone was uncharacteristically playful.

"Why?" Spawn asked in return. "I don't suppose telling you that my regrets in life force me to act heroically now or that I'm just a rebel will suffice." Seeing the opportunity to impart some of his story Spawn spoke up. "Most demons were men before they become demons. Some of us are able to hold onto a single shred of humanity, one iota of our former lives." he said as he reached up and touched the flowing red scarf that belonged to his half-sister. "The only way we... I can hold onto that shred is by preserving the innocence of others and shielding them from what I should be."

[Wyld Katt]

"Oddly enough that might end up being a pretty decent book. I mean I've never been one for poetry but that's just me."

He said with a shrug and a slight laugh. Spawn seemed to not be the typical demon. Actually he and Danny had a lot in common. Both evil creatures trying their best to not be evil. Spawn being a demon and him being a vampire. He noticed how he touched the scarf, clearly it meant something to him.

"Oddly enough I actually understand what you mean. Trying to be something you're not isn't exactly easy by any means. Especially when everyone thinks you're an evil creature."

He said nodding his head. This demon actually reminded him of Hellboy a lot. A creature of pure evil who was supposed to bring about Armageddon but refused to be evil.

[spawn]

"There's the evil in it. Everyone'll love my book and become poets. The world will become filled with terrible poets and it will become a proverbial Hell on earth." Spawn said, keeping his terrible joke going for yet another round. It was the first joke he had told since he could remember and most likely the last he would tell for quite sometime. As he spoke with the cat he looked toward the snipers at regulated intervals pondering which one of them had itchy trigger fingers and which of them had already given up on it. Just because their dot sights were still trained upon him did not necessarily mean that they were ready to shoot when the command was given. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind as he focused his attention back on his 'captor'.

"Then you must understand why I'm so wary to go with you and why I'm offended that the government is sticking their nose in my business." he said as he released the tattered red scarf from his grasp allowing it to begin it's unending movement once more. "The men I've killed were evil, just as you said, and in truth, killed themselves." It was true, they had killed themselves by running after him, trying to kill him for stopping their plans. K11, his costume, reacted out of fright and impaled them upon her tendrils.

[Wyld Katt]

"Well we're really only LOOSELY affiliated with the government."

He said with a smirk.

"Search all you want you won't find any trace of us. But then again something tells me you don't actually care enough to search."

He said eying him up and down. While he didn't look especially imposing he knew that didn't mean a whole lot. After all many demons had mentioned he himself didn't look imposing and he killed and/or banished them.

"Ok, I'm not about to argue semantics with you in regards to their deaths. Because personally I find it excessively boring. But I want to offer you amnesty from your crimes. Just because the men you killed were evil doesn't mean it's ok to take their lives. Join us and help us rid the world of demons....the not so good ones."