> Spawn > by Dartagnen > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Angel > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spawn sat there, his new angel wings adjusting themselves to fit his commands. His emerald glowing eyes would look down at his home, of his wife Wanda Sykes, and his daughter. His wife was married to his best friend, Terry. 'That's funny. My wife is married to someone else.' Spawn thought, chuckling to himself. Ever since he defeated that damn demon who made him like this, all was peaceful in his city. Crime rate was low, a lot of the homeless got jobs and homes. Hell, some even had families. But, some chose to stay, and look after the ally ways he controlled. Spawn was king there, but he ruled the homeless with a generous hand. He even found a woman who had a suit just like his, but she died by being shot, not burned alive, like he was. She ruled when he was gone, but he thought of her as a sister. 'Kid's nice in the ally ways too. Even Charles likes her, and he doesn't like many people.' Spawn thought, looking over the city. He would then notice something strange. A white ball appeared in front of him, making him look at it, curious. "What in the Hell?" Spawn asked himself, looking at the orb. It then flew away, making him growl. "Damn, now I have to find out what that is." Spawn groaned. He looked at the window, and smiled, even though his mask hid it. He jumped off of his tree, and ran after the orb. His chains went towards it, but the orb just blocked them as if they were nothing but ants. Spawn growled, then flew after it, his wings keeping a steady pace. Suddenly, he heard gun shots right below him, making him look down. He saw three masked men shooting some cops, their AK47s firing at the cop's lowly pistols. He stopped his wings, and landed on one of their heads, crushing their skull and making it explode, showering the other two masked men in brain matter and blood. "So, which one of you punks wants to die?" Spawn asked, stepping off of the body. The other two looked at each other, then one of them smiled. "It's a little early for Halloween, ain't it? Da boss would enjoy yo head on a silver platte'." One of them said, his New York tone evident. He fired at Spawn, but the chains came out, blocking the bullets easily. "Wha' da Hell?" "That's where I'm sending you." Spawn said, the chains going out, and grabbing the man. The demon now turned angel pulled the masked man towards him. He put the man's face right in front of his mask. "Trick or treat, fucker." He said, constricting the man. The man gasped through a struggled breath, Spawn slowly choking him. The other masked man aimed at Spawn, and fired. Spawn took the bullets, but the holes filled with a green glow and healed themselves, Spawn barely taking notice of the wounds. With a snap of his fingers, the chains squished the man, breaking all of his bones and destroying his organs. Spawn saw blood come out of the man's mouth as he died, his form going limp. The other masked man watched in horror as Spawn threw the corpse away, then slowly turn his head towards the last guy. Seeing his weapon was useless, he threw it on the ground, and put his hands up, tears forming. The masked man closed his eyes, not wanting to see his own death. He then noticed he didn't feel anything except the cold breeze against his skin. He opened his eyes to see Spawn disappeared, but the cops handcuffed him, shoving him in the police car. "That takes care of that. Now, where did that little glowy bastard go?" Spawn asked, looking around. The orb then flew in front of his face, making him squeal like a girl. Seeing no one around to notice the squeal, he grabbed the ball, and looked at it. "What in the bloody pits of Hell are you?" The ball grew brighter and brighter until it died down, the ball disappearing. Spawn fell to the ground, knocked out. Spawn opened his eyes, only to close them when the invasion of light entered. "My non existant retinas!" He groaned, rubbing his eyes. He got up, his limbs aching. "Shit, what did I drink?" He asked himself, getting up. A little bunny went up to him, it's eyes looking worried. "What the Hell are you looking at?" Spawn asked, noticing the bunny. The bunny made a few hand gestures. "My name?" Spawn asked, seeing if he was translating correctly. When the bunny nodded, he looked up at the sky. He was lying under the shade of a tree. Yet, back where he was from, the trees don't look so...Cartoonish. "Name's Al Simmons. But no one calls me that anymore. I'm Spawn." The bunny did a few hand signals. "You're name's Angel, huh? Nice name." Spawn commented, standing up. "Tell me, where am I?" Angel did a few hand signals again. How does it keep doing that? "Equestria, huh? Weird name." Spawn said, then he noticed a yellow...Pegasus? It had butterflies for a ass tattoo. Pink hair, and soft light blue eyes. "I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore." He would then shrug, and walk towards her. She made a squeal, and rolled into a ball, and would stay there. "Please, go away." A soft voice said, fear in her voice. "Hello? Who said that?" Spawn asked, looking around. He then saw Angel go up to the Pegasus and tap it a few times. He did this for a moment, before the Pegasus uncurled to look at him. Angel did a few signals, making the Pegasus nod, and smile. "Alright Angel, I'll give him a chance." A soft voice said. Spawn looked around. "Who's there? Seriously, no one jokes around with me." Spawn said, annoyed. A soft clearing of a throat got his attention. "Down here." A soft voice said, making him look down. "Hello there." Al greeted, petting her mane. "A ponies can't talk, so nice try." He said, still looking at the mare. "Actually, I can talk. It's surprising to see a minotaur without any horns or hooves." The mare said, surprising Spawn. "Well, in my world, minotaurs were blood thirsty monsters who would kill each other if given the chance. Well, except for a few, like Charles." Spawn said, shrugging. He didn't notice the Pegasus shaking in fear after hearing that. He looked down, then cleared his throat. "The name's Al Simmons. But no one calls me that anymore." Spawn said, smiling, even though his mask hid it. "My name's Fluttershy." Fluttershy said, smiling. 'Fluttershy...Catchy name. I like it.' Spawn thought, but Fluttershy was also deep in thought. "So, if no one calls you by your name, then what do they call you?" Fluttershy asked. Spawn would look around, then at Angel, who nodded his head. Spawn shrugged, but smiled. "My friends call me Spawn. And you can too."