Spawn Page #4

...to make sure Spawn keeps

his end of the bargain.

Why'd you pick him to

lead the army anyway?

What are you thinking?

It should be me.

I had the tenure.

It's not fair.

It's not fair.

And that's exactly the kind of talk...

...we don't tolerate

around here, right, boss?

Enough.

Spawn must choose...

...to murder Wynn and release the virus.

Then my army will be complete.

Now, now, boss...

This is your last chance.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Cyan.

Honey, didn't I tell you

not to leave my sight?

I was playing with Spaz, and I fell down,

and Spawn came and helped me.

You're not supposed to

talk to strangers, either.

Spawn's not a stranger, Mommy.

Wanda.

We're going home, right now.

- What's going on, Terry?

Terry, what is going on?

Explain later.

- No, explain now.

I'm not going through this again...

No secrets.

There was trouble at the reception.

Wynn was attacked.

I don't wanna take any chances.

Trust me.

OK.

Go home.

Fix your seat belt, honey.

What the hell is going on?

Daddy, what about Spaz?

Spaz?

Spaz.

Go home, Spaz.

Spazy.

Spaz.

Honey, he knows the way back

home better than we do.

OK?

- OK.

Let's go, Terry.

You don't want to be where I'm going.

OK, but it's your funeral.

What the hell are you doing, boy?

You puking up decent food?

It's rotten.

Tastes fine to me.

You think we eat so good you can

just spit up what you like, huh?

No.

- Now, don't talk back to me.

Eat this.

No, don't.

He's my dad.

Keep away from him.

B.P. and heart rate?

One-thirty-four over 77, heart rate, 60.

Let's increase the flow to 3.5.

We're ready for the monitor.

I'm gonna make a small incision...

...so that we can insert this heart monitor.

You're going to feel a slight pinch.

Whoa, awesome hardware.

What are you gonna do with it?

Throw someone a going-away party.

Need any help?

Listen, kid...

I'm not looking to make friends.

Hey.

What's your name?

- Zack.

I'm Al.

That's Spaz.

Hi, Spaz.

Hey...

Yeah.

Breathe normally, Director.

The system is now operational.

As per your orders, Director Wynn,

if your vital signs flat-line for any reason,

the device will up-link and

detonate the HEAT-16 bombs.

No one would dare kill you.

Good work, Doc.

What a double cross.

First I got Wynn to kill Spawn

and create the HEAT-16 bomb.

Now I get Spawn to murder

Wynn and release the virus.

If all goes well, this should hurt like hell.

I can't believe I actually

got Wynn to get operated.

What a maroon.

It's going to send the Earth into a tailspin...

...of death and destruction.

It's time.

You know, sometimes I wake up at night,

down in the alley, and wonder...

Is this Hell?

Not yet...

...but soon.

Heads up.

Hah, got one.

So who's your new friend, Spawn?

Get out of here, Zack.

- But...

Go.

Miss me?

Here's Clownie.

So...It was you who told Wynn to kill me.

Guilty as charged.

Before I blow your fat circus ass away,

I wanna know why you picked

me to lead your war.

Well, well, if it isn't Curious Crispy.

Your DNA spelled DOA.

We just nursed it along.

All those assassin missions were

just training for what's coming.

Let's get down to business.

Wynn's finally got that

HEAT-16 virus bomb working.

Made especially for you.

Get things started with a

big, wet, infectious...

Kabomb.

And all you have to do is just

lead us to the holy land,

so we can burn it down.

You filthy little piece of vermin.

What makes you think I

would join your army?

You can take your army and shove it.

Sounds like a country song...

'You take the army of yours and shove it.'

You take that.

Oh, oh, you got that, 'I want

to beat the fat little man'...

Look in your eye.

I'm going to cut you into 50 pieces...

...and mail you to every state.

I'm gonna take your intestines and...

I don't know how you put

up with all this crap.

You're a bigger fool than I thought...

...if you think you're

going to wreck my plans.

You're gonna do just what you promised.

Put down my dog.

Nice doggie.

Heel, fetch...

No, I got it.

Play dead.

You want to do it the hard way?

I warned you.

I'm just gonna have to teach you a lesson.

No more clowning around.

I'm not the vindicator...

...or the victimizer...

...or the vaporizer, or the vibrator.

I'm...

...the violator.

Oh, good Lord.

Mom.

Ain't staying around for this.

It ain't safe here.

- What?

We're going.

Violator, one, Spawnie-boy, zero.

You've been violated, girlie-man, huh?

I could have killed you like that.

Twinkle, twinkle, little Spawn.

Gosh, you look like crap.

Go fertilize my lawn.

What, you're not excited yet?

Helter-skelter's coming

down with or without you.

Either you lead the army, or Wynn

plays hockey with Wanda's head.

'Hey, Wanda, come on, how about giving

me some of that sweet stuff, baby.'

'Oh, no.

Oh, please, Wynn, don't, please.'

'Somebody help me, now.'

You...

Stay away from her.

Your choice.

See you at Wanda's.

Don't be late.

Wynn and Wanda sitting in a tree,

L-i-c-k-i-n-g.

It seems he truth has taken its toll on you.

I'm gonna nail that a**hole.

You still haven't learned.

Clearance granted.

Downloading secure files.

Yes.

Gotcha, Jason.

I can't afford to be wrong.

Still with us, I see.

Don't worry, Dad, the ambulance is here.

Your vengeance...

...their pain.

Wynn, Wanda...

None of this is worth the cost.

Those are the only things

that matter to me now.

Al Simmons is dead.

Let him go.

I am Simmons, old man.

You're Spawn now,

but that doesn't mean you

have to be what they want.

You're still letting them get to you.

Your anger's your weakness.

And they'll use it to rob you

of any humanity you have left.

Al Simmons knew that violence...

...only makes for more pain and suffering,

no matter which side gives the orders.

He tried to leave off killing,

give himself a second chance.

Your old life is gone.

Accept that.

I still love Wanda.

Put her in the past.

It's the only way you can be free.

She's the only reason I'm here.

The war between Heaven and Hell...

...depends on the choices we make,

and those choices require sacrifice.

That's the test.

Hey.

I didn't know this was going to happen.

I'm gonna nail that dirtbag.

Kiss it good-bye, Clown.

This is just what they want.

You're playing their game.

Then I'll play dirty.

Guns are useless.

- You got a better idea?

I might.

You see, you've been using

your armor only by reflex.

You must learn to control it.

It has trillions of neuroconnections.

They're a living extension

of your own instincts,

instantly translating your thought...

...into physical reality,

so long as you stay clear and focused.

So... that's how it works.

- Yes.

Cool.

- Now try your chains.

You must visualize your objective.

The armor does the rest.

All right, Yoda.

Just wait a second.

You ready?

All right, go.

Not bad.

Don't get cocky.

You've a lot more to learn.

Your cape has its own powers.

I have to get to Wanda's, old man.

Take care of your powers.

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