Sparks

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I say unto you,

that one of you will betray me.

The one who has dipped his hands in

the bowl, will have betrayed me.

Take this, and eat it;

This is my body.

What are you doing out here?

He's at it again.

Now that I, your Lord and

Teacher, have washed your feet

you also should wash

one another's feet.

I want you to go hide in the cellar.

And wait for me.

I'm gonna come get you, okay?

Yes, Mom.

Go, go.

Breaking news:
A meteorite has struck

just outside Rochester, New York,

killing over 230 people,

exposing 75 residents to an

unknown form of radioactivity.

At around 10:
00 pm,

residents of Rochester, New York,

were awestruck when the calm sky was

cracked open by a massive fire ball.

The meteorite's impact

sent debris flying over

16,000 meters away from

the crater epicenter.

The U.S. army has

quarantined residents

within a 10 mile radius

of the meteorite.

A year has passed, however

meteorologists are still baffled

by the extreme increase in weather within

a 10 mile radius of the crash site.

18 months later, and only

13 out of the 75 residents

who were exposed to the massive

radiation, have survived.

They have been nicknamed

The Rochester 13.

Scientists studying the

Rochester 13

have confirmed that each

member has developed

their own form of radioactive mutation.

The Bureau of Investigation is speculating

that the charred body is the remains

of serial killer Ringmaster Jesus

whose real name is Kevin Sherwood.

Kevin Sherwood,

an evangelical preacher,

who authorities believe killed over

45 people in a 4 year period.

The Bureau has released the

startling information tonight

that the serial killer Kevin Sherwood,

was in fact one of The Roschester 13.

A suicide note was found,

which experts have

confirmed is authentic.

In the letter Sherwood referenced the

meteorite as a sign to do God's work.

A search continues

tonight for Ian Sparks

who authorities have identified

as the Matanza copy-cat killer.

I want to report...

my murder.

I've found him.

He's here.

Every cop and Super in the City

is looking for you, Sparks.

Who should I call first?

Wanna hear me out first, pal?

Then you can call whoever you want.

Docherty,

Recorder.

Now!

Smoke?

Ya got a lot of tape in there?

Because I got a lot of story.

I was 6 years old when

my calling discovered me.

Hurry space cadets to bring justice

and peace to the whole galaxy.

I believed it was my

fate to protect others.

Proof right there that I was

a moron at an early age.

I figured if the police couldn't

stop the scum I'd do it myself.

When I turned 15, I celebrated

my birthday by cleansing my hometown.

Ok.

Is this what you wanted?

Yeah.

Good.

I made short work of all the thugs,

gangs and bindlestiffs.

The only thing that came easy

for me as a Super was my name.

At the time, Supers were just starting

to populate cities across the country.

It was the only job I ever wanted.

Ian, do you know how

hard I worked on this?

You're playing too rough out there.

Sorry Ma'am.

I'll make some extras.

Thank you ma'am.

By the time I was 21

My plan was simple.

Move to the big leagues

and join the other Supers.

I'm gonna miss you so much.

My sweet boy.

You know,

life hasn't always dealt you the best hand.

But I think things are gonna change.

Now,

go be the Spark that the city needs.

I found out right away,

that city thugs weren't like

the old neighborhood bad boys.

I got my teeth kicked

in more times than not.

Just when I thought I had an edge,

I learned the other

guy was packing too.

I've always been a quick healer

but it became clear to me,

that if I wanted to have

any longevity as a Super,

I'd need some backup.

As fate would have it, that night,

the cops raided a

shipment at the docks.

Come on, calm down,

stop where you are.

Duck!

There she was.

Amongst all this violence,

I found a little piece of Heaven.

Power.

Beauty.

And one hell of a back kick.

She was the type of

woman whose first name

you instantly wanted

to add to your last.

Excuse me?

Lady.

Thanks for...

for saving my life back there.

Sure.

All in a day's work.

Hey. Where's that brick wall

you call your partner?

Sledge.

Just Sledge? Not...

My steady Sledge or My fiance Sledge?

Just Sledge.

That's good.

I didn't get your name.

Sparks.

Catchy.

Thanks.

Suppose I told you I was

looking for a partner.

Suppose I believe you.

Suppose I was hoping it was you.

Well, keep hoping,

You never know.

And from then on, we were a team.

She had the moxie to

take on the big boys,

and I handled the leftovers.

But more importantly,

I finally got what

Nat King Cole was singing about.

It was a magical time.

But reality would soon screw it up.

Matanza! Matanza!

Heavenly!

I.

Am.

Matanza.

Matanza announced his arrival to the city

by killing 11 people that night.

And capturing it all on film.

Not since the serial

killer Ringmaster Jesus

has one man held the city hostage.

For the next year, Heavenly and I

tracked Matanza's bloody trail.

All officers, report

to 4th and Broadway

suspect is held up at the

Refinery brewing company.

Relax, sledge, it ain't gonna happen.

We've got this Sledge, thanks.

Oh, you got it handled?

Hey hey, don't worry,

I'm gonna personally back them.

I could swear I just heard a siren.

We believe we have the perp hiding

on the roof.

Thank you officer.

Good luck Sparks.

Will you be my wife?

Ian!

Was that a yes?

Yes!

Heaven!

Ian!

Heavenly!

Oh... hello!

And goodbye.

And when I woke up...

I knew I was in the middle of a nightmare.

Ian!

Help me!

Stop!

Heavenly...

What happened?

Well, after I killed Matanza,

I found you huddled up in the corner,

I thought you were dead with

all that blood all over you.

I checked to see if you were wounded,

but there wasn't a scratch on you.

I guess all that blood must've

belonged to that female officer.

Did you black out?

I got here as quick as I could Sparks,

I'm sorry.

But Matanza, he had already...

And that...

was the moment I knew I lost her.

She never looked at me

the same way again.

That's the way she left me.

I knew that I failed her.

She's better off without me.

This is all really fascinating, Sparks,

but let's just skip to the part

where you admit to the murders.

Or did you black that part out too?

He's alive!

Barely.

From the looks of it he's

bleeding all over the place.

I wanted to give you first crack

at him before I call it in.

Half an hour.

Come on Sparks, confess!

Take your place at the cross

next to your sacred idols,

Matanza, and Ringmaster Jesus.

Nobody wants to read about your life.

All they want, is a picture of you...

Dead.

What do you say, Sparks?

It's dead.

Follow me...

if you want to live.

Docherty!

People will want to hear this chief.

Well, I'm staying here.

You're a reporter too?

Not exactly.

Yes, well I mean sometimes.

Sometimes I write copy for obituaries.

Local folks,

deceased, mostly.

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