The boy just lay in the alley, in the fetal position. He was sobbing, shoulders racking, the tears flowing from his eyes. But the boy did not remember why he was crying, nor who he was, for that matter. He sat up, and a wave of pain passed through him. He screamed an unnerving cry, but managed to sit up.
A puddle lay before him, and he looked into it.
Big mistake.
A black skin with two whitewashed areas on either side of his face with two radioactive green eyes stared back at him.
He felt as though he was punched in the face. Jumping backwards, he leapt up so fast that he was suddenly on his feet.
His back hit the wall, and he slid down, looking at his hands. They were claws, not hands. Claws!
Again he cried out, and closed his eyes. Who was he, and what was he doing here, like this?
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Spawn
FanfictionDamned by society. He knows nothing. Nothing at all. Not his name, his past, nothing. He stays in an alley as the seasons turn. It's cold and dark, and that's all he knows. Frost nips, and darkness. That's all he is, anyway.
