Sparks Page #2

I hope so.

What are we doing?

Stick a post behind this vent!

By the age of twenty-three

I was washed up.

My identity was shot.

And I became a public joke.

That can happen, ya know.

I pulled a Sparks last night.

Blacked out. Right in the

middle of making whoopee.

You know, my wife said

it was an improvement.

But that wasn't the worst of it.

All the scum I put down,

surfaced to pay me back.

Just a minute...

Hello?...

Nothing was sacred.

I moved into my

grandmother's apartment,

knowing they'd come back for me.

I didn't have to wait long.

Gentlemen?

Some nights I'd even let

them get in some shots.

Just to allow myself

to feel something.

Eventually there was

nobody left to fight.

Sparks!

Sparks!

You up?

Where are you?

Rent's due.

Again.

I better see some rent

out of you today.

Aw, Jesus!

Another one.

Now you ain't gonna need this.

Probably not gonna need this either.

That's a keeper.

Goodbye Sparks.

I'm gonna make a fortune off this.

I got pictures of this whole thing.

Doctor!

Get this man to the O.R. now!

Leave now!

You're not allowed...

Ian.

Focus.

Cogswell Road and Ramona.

Midnight.

Put this on.

Leave now.

Mommy has something she

wants to tell you.

Scenery hasn't changed much, has it?

Been a lot of plans for this land.

We were gonna build a tract of

homes all the way up to here.

Didn't work out though.

Nothing ever does.

Want to know why?

The soil is tainted.

It regenerates too fast.

It's almost as if the land wants us to

remember what happened, right here.

What do you know about it?

I was the one who pulled

you from that car, Ian.

That's twice I've saved your life.

After your first run-in with Matanza,

your grandmother asked

me to watch out for you.

How come I've never seen you before?

It wasn't important for you to see me.

I was watching you.

By the time you were 15 you were

handling yourself pretty well.

So for the last few years, I've been

traveling back and forth from India.

And whenever I was back in town I'd

check in with your grandmother.

My condolences, by the way.

She loved you very much.

What did you shoot me up

with at the hospital?

Rare herb I brought back from India.

Its effects work instantaneously.

How come I didn't die?

Beginner's luck.

Tell me the truth.

Do I have powers?

No.

Very few people have any real ability.

You've heard of the Rochester 13?

Yeah.

Most of them died soon

after their exposure.

The ones that survived kept

their abilities secret.

Those that had children passed

on their powers, genetically.

So the only power I have is to black out.

Well we can work on that.

So we did work on it,

night and day.

What are we doing here?

Paying our respects.

What do you think?

Thank you.

Now Ian,

I want you to meet some friends of mine.

Oh, it's you.

I was getting worried.

Sparks was up here with a cockamamie

story about being murdered.

Wait...

How did you get up here?

You cut the power!

Hang in there, Mac.

I might get murdered a few times

before I get to finish my story.

I met all types who had the moxie

to call themselves Supers.

Hell.

Everyone wanted to be a hero.

You get yourself a cape and

a mask and a little bit of skill,

you could pass yourself off as one.

But this was the first time

I met people with real powers.

You remember the Rochester 13?

This rather large beast is Cain.

This lovely creature is Dawn.

They both have real powers.

What kind of powers do you have?

What kind of powers do you have?

Wow, you must keep a lot of

tombstone makers in business.

So how come I've never seen people

with real powers before?

The few of us with powers

don't want to be Supers.

Because Supers usually means freaks.

And if we keep our powers secret,

we can go where the real action is.

What does that mean?

They're here to team up with you.

To lead is more like it.

Enough Cain.

Look, whatever your plan is,

I don't have real powers, so...

Why are you asking me

to be a part of this?

It wasn't my idea, Sparky.

Vengeance.

I want to show you something, Ian.

This is the man responsible

for your parents' deaths.

Apparently, this

skull, Jason Driver,

was selling some exotic predator

when the meteor struck.

Cain!

Stay the hell away from him!

Go home, boy.

The radiation from the meteor caused

his DNA to mix with the animal's.

Whatever Driver became,

it wasn't pretty.

It was his goon that slammed

my parents' car into that train.

Took down Archer's partner.

Whatever the payback was.

I was in.

Hi.

Thank you.

Dawn!

Yes?

Why are you after this guy?

He's always been a nasty piece of work.

The night my brother drowned,

Jason was the only person with him.

I couldn't prove he was responsible

but I knew in my heart he was.

And now he's gonna pay.

Sorry.

You're very sweet.

Well, I'm gonna call it a night.

You know I've met her

I might...

Who?

I could...

stay this way...

if you like.

It doesn't bother me.

How long can you stay that way?

As long as it takes.

I fooled the eyes in

order to heal the heart.

Whatever it takes.

Last one.

Are you sure we got enough?

Strap it down.

Let's get out of here.

Breaking news:
The discovery of

two mutilated bodies

has authorities speculating that a

new serial killer is on the loose.

And the gruesome manner in which

these two female victims were left

has police calling the murderer

the Matanza copy-cat killer.

Good morning.

Yes it is.

Sledge has assured citizens that he

is working closely with authorities

to quickly track down the so-called.

Smoke?

Matanza copy cat killer.

Can I ask you a question?

Of course.

How did you get your powers?

My mom married the wrong guy.

And I inherited my gift from him.

Was he one of the Rochester 13?

Yeah, he was the lay preacher.

Better known as Ringmaster Jesus.

The serial killer?

Good old Dad.

You didn't inherit that

habit from him, did you?

I just got the one gift.

I for one,

appreciate your gift.

You can appreciate me again if you want.

We go in 5.

We're not going through the front

door, Ian, so lose the costume.

Put these on instead.

Dawn.

Save some of your talent for the job.

Once we get there we'll have 15

minutes before the real crew arrives.

No, no!

Gas leak in here.

Driver's home was better

protected than the White House.

However,

twice a year,

he would emerge from his armed castle

to take meetings at a hotel in the city.

The plan was simple.

Dawn would get Driver out of his room

I'd handle the guard.

And Archer would shoot them dead.

Kapoor Fishing?

Here you go.

Here.

Yes, what is it?

I just found his wallet in the bathroom.

It's late.

Archer did his homework.

He knew that Driver was

a creature of habit.

And he ordered the exact same room

and meal every time he stayed there.

You are very late.

They had the whole place on lock down.

What is the room number?

Guards?

Disappear.

Come on.

You guys are late!

Put this on.

We're going in.

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