This is my first story and fanfiction on this site, so I look foreward to constructive criticism.

Spawning Allies

The blue moon hung low in the sky that blistery night. He remembered it well, as if it were the day he died. The wind held a sickly pureness to it, smelling of clouds and rainwater. It made him sick to his stomach. Sighing he peered down into the darkness of the streets. Cars were becoming fewer and fewer, and only those who were up to the devil's work stalked the streets this late at night.

"This god dammed air makes me sick."

A hoarse voice sounded form behind him. Spawn didn't need to turn to know who it was.

"If this air sickens you so much, then do me and yourself a favour and suffocate."

He replied from his perch. The clown snickered.

"Don't try and make me laugh Spawn, or I'll puke all over your nice, red, cloak."

The clown from hell chuckled darkly.

"Tempting."

Spawn growled.

The silence that followed was disrupted by a passing car. Murmurs of the bums from the alley could also be heard, if of course, you listened hard enough. Even though, this night was different……no……..felt different; Spawn still spent it like every other night, thinking of his Wanda. Every breath that he took, ached in his breast and only made him wish for her more. Her face, played in his mind's eye over and over, causing him to spiral downward into the infinite cycle of insanity. And the child. Every night he pondered, cursing himself. Why did he do it? Why did he have to lay with Wanda? How could he not restrain himself? But that of course, was a stupid question to ask himself. He loved her.

"So what are we up to tonight Spawny boy? You weren't chosen to be a ranking officer in Satan's army for nothing."

"Leave me be."

The wind blew harder, ramming that pure smell up Spawn's nose. However, instead of making him gag, it only seemed to calm him down. Barely.

"Sulking about Wanda?"

The clown snickered once more. His foul breath seemed to make the air somehow more revolting.

"You're just wasting your time Spawn. Fine ass Wanda has got a husband who's a prettier face then you, and a child that you could never give her. You don't come into the picture……unless you would like the be the freak pet that they are too embarrassed to talk about."

With that the clown let out a bellow of laughter that would send shivers down anyone's spine. A laugh of evil, a laugh from hell. Hissing; Spawn made his way down from his perch upon the cross. His cloak coiled up like a snake prepared to attack.

"I told you to leave me be."

Spawn hissed, feeling the venom dripping from his words. His chains rattled threateningly. The fat clown smiled an evil, satisfied grin, his revolting yellow teeth made contact with the light of the moon, making them appear green.

"Oh. Have I touched a nerve Spawn? You see that is the attitude you need. You can't take shit from nobody."

The clown laughed. Spawn's chains were poised, ready for the snap and grab. Perhaps staining the ground with this lowlife's blood would make him feel better. He imagined ripping his head clean off. Spawn smiled. Yes, that would feel great. Suddenly the over confident smirk was wiped clean off the clown's face; and then, time seemed to stop. Spawn's whole body felt paralysed, aching and stiff. Seeing that the clown's face was also plastered with shock, reassured him. It was good to know that he was not the only one to seem to have been effecting by this unknown, invisible force.

"What is this?!"

Spawn hissed in frustration. The clown however, didn't reply, instead, he made his way to the front of the church, giving him vision of the street below. Spawn followed him out of curiosity. Whatever was making his body feel this way must have been very powerful. At first, as Spawn looked out upon the streets, he saw nothing, but then a limping figure caught his eye. Spawn squinted, looking harder, trying to get a better look. It was a woman. Her hair was a dark shade of chestnut brown, long, flowing and wavy. It looked lush to the touch. Her skin was a creamy white that looked alienated and frozen in the blue moonlight. She was dressed in something short and green, but she was much too far for Spawn to see what. She was limping terribly. Her foot seemed to be in a wrong angle and she clutched her arm to her side so tightly, that one might think that it was going to fall off if she didn’t. However, there was no sign blood on her body.

Spawn's whole body pulsed with an unknown source of energy and aggression. He growled deep in his throat, making his clawed hands into fists. Spawn wanted to get his eyes off the woman, to run away and seek refuge in the shadows, but he couldn't get his eyes to move away. The woman was limping terribly, and Spawn could hear her pants, gasps, and pain filled groans with every step she took. She stopped then and turned towards the alley in which the bums were in. Then with staggering steps, she disappeared into the shadows. Spawn blinked, and shook his head out of the trance that he have just been under. The faint sound of rattling teeth echoed threw the empty wind. Spawn turned to see that the sound came from the Clown. Spawn's eyes widened in surprise. The clown was trembling, quivering. He was afraid, his eyes seemed to be wide with horror. This was the first time that Spawn had ever seen the clown show fear.

"What the hell was that? What the hell is going on?!"

Spawn demanded. The clown just shook his head in a maniac kind of way, his whole body was still trembling, he seemed to be losing it.

"Malebolgia………..isn't going to like this one bit."

Knowing that the idiot was not going to tell him any more then that; Spawn climbed down the church, landed soundlessly upon the ground, and made his way into the alley. He had to find out. Was that woman friend or foe?