Wait.

That was what you were supposed to do. Just wait. That was all. Spawn hadn't ordered you to do anything else other than to simply stay put.

But of course, where was the fun in that?

"Where are we going?" You inquired, a cheeky grin playing on your lips as you teasingly wiggled your eyebrows at him, hands nonchalantly clasped behind your back as you lazily paced after him.

Spawn merely gave a low, gruff grunt. His radiant, emerald eyes, which seemed to hide more than just complex mixes of emotions and regret, refused to meet your own. Behind him, his scarlet, withered shroud dragged on the rugged pavement, serving a stark reminder of who exactly gave him these powers. Who made him a Hellspawn. Who gave him this burnt face and monstrous body—

"God, how you piss me off!" Spawn growled, his eyes menacingly narrowing into slits, sending an instaneous chill down your spine and a delicious thrill through your veins.

You didn't care what the hell he was. You didn't care how many times he tried to throw you off his track. And you certainly didn't care about his burnt face.

Even as he harshly smacked your wandering hand away from his arm, walking faster in order to (hopefully) lose you, you simply gave a smug, careless smile.