Dante Vs. Spawn Part:1
Here?s my fan fic concerning this match up?
Riding. Riding is something we all do. Some people do it for thrills. Some people do it to get somewhere. In any case we do it for our own reasons, but none do it quite the same way, or for the same reasons as him. He rides on a custom bike made by his close friend Lady. He rides a new bike because his old one was shot up, thanks to his partner Trish. He rides down the street, in ?30 degree weather, entering the toughest part of New York. Riding on only a tip given to him by a bar tender named Enzo, sort of an ?up to date guy? you could say. The tip was on a so-called ?vengeful ghost? in the slums of New York who?s been racking up the death toll on people who enter its turf, unwanted. So why is this rider going into a place often compared to hell? He?s going to see, with his piercing blue eyes that are said to even make the devil cry, if this rumor is all its cracked up to be, and not to mention have a good time. Most would ask, ?who is this crazy b*****d!? Well there?s only one name to answer that question. Dante. *engine revs, as a white haired, red coated figure enters alley way, and disappears in the distance*
While deep inside the New York slums?
?A predator a waits. A predator baptized by hell?s fires, and reborn to lead a legion of hell against heaven and all others who stand in his way. Though he was a man of many sins in life, he refused to lead such a vile attack and rebelled against the creator of his kind, and soon overthrew him. Not wanting all the control was offered, he retreated from hell back to the life he once had, but realizes he will never obtain it again. Vengeful, he stalks the corrupt men of New York and slaughters them like cattle, and yet they come night after night, like moths to the flame, a never-ending amount of useless scum, who drain the earth of everything pure and good. A spawn of hell and protector of the innocent, but he stands firm until his time ends, waiting. *dark figure on rooftop watches alley, as his massive red cape flows in the wind* *raspy breathing* ?Wonda?? *Car motor can be heard to driving into alley, suddenly car stops, and doors open and close, rustling and beatings can be heard, an elderly man screams for mercy* ? Aghhhh!! Please!? *pants heavily* ?I don?t know nothin? I swear, I just sit and drink, I don?t get in others business, I promise!? *man in suit, with others behind him squeezes elderly man?s neck* ? Now I told u I wasn?t gonna take anymore of your crap!? *throws elderly man onto base of floor and wall* ? Hey Tony, give me my gun? * pulls out gun and hands it to man in suit* ? Let this be an example to all u f@#$ing hobos, that I don?t accept bullshit!? * Points gun* *raspy voice* ? Hey!? *Chains wrap around all the men?s necks, except the hobo?s* *raspy voice* ? Looks like you barked up the wrong tree? *squeezes men s? necks, cracking can be heard* ?Cause this tree barks back!? *starts tightening chains* VROOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!! *motorcycle hits the creatures body, as individual chains on men are sliced*
Spawn: *throws off bike and sucks what is left of the chains back into his chest* ?What the hell?! *all men land and are knocked unconscious*
Dante: *smiling* Looks like I?ve finally found you, ghost of the slums. *points to spawn with sword*
Spawn: *in pissed off raspy voice* The name?s Spawn and if you survive this, you won?t soon forget it. *stands up, and new chains flare out*
To be continued?
Dante
Or Spawn?
