A/N: WELCOME BACK LADIES AND GENTS! Rokusai is officially back with another crossover, Naruto and SPAWN! If you don't like spawn, I'm sorry, but you're a loser, hahaha, just kidding. But, if you have never heard of him, just go on google and check him out, I promise you will NOT be disappointed!

I'm really excited to write this story! Be ready guys, for a new story that not a whole lot people write about, for some odd reason. I find it strangely weird that quite a large number of people have written crap stories about my little pony and a bunch of other bullshit, and not so many ones that feature some ultra badass (like spawn!) or something. But oh well, that's what I'm here for folks! So sit back, and enjoy the first chapter to my new story, I really hope you all like it! And, if it IS a little dull in the beginning, remember, its JUST the beginning.

And you know what, I'm not gonna make this story a harem, it just wouldn't fit with the material of this one. So, sorry to all of those who have been hoping for one. I'm not against writing harems, I actually like doing that, its just it wouldn't fit well with this particular story. So, that being said, who should Naruto's woman be? I'll let you all vote on it. First one to ten votes wins!

By the way, I just thought of an AWESOME song that would go along with this story…Hell to Pay, by Five Finger Death Punch. Check it out on youtube! Tell me what you think!

A Lost Soul

Chapter 1

Hell to Pay

October tenth, 2000. Ten years after what was known throughout the village as the "Kyuubi's destruction". Ten years after the extremely frightening night of the sudden appearance of the Nine Tailed Fox. Ten years after half of the village was destroyed, no…completely obliterated. Ten years after nearly everyone in the village of Konohagakure had lost someone dear to them. some people lost their children, their spouses, their parents, their friends…some people lost their entire family, with them being the only ones left. Ten years after their beloved Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, sacrificed himself to slay the giant Demon Fox.

For most, this day, the Tenth of October, was the day that the "Kyuubi Festival" was held. The festival was an event that served as an annual reminder to the entire village of the sacrifice that the Yondaime made for them to be safe, it was held in his honor. During the day, an enormous parade was thrown and parties of all kinds were held for people of all ages to enjoy. Games were played, mascots ran around the village, small plays were shown for crowd entertainment, the favorite food of the Yondaime was served the most, large paintings of the night were shown off…it was an event that brought the entire village together. It brought everyone together and they celebrated their lives and their freedoms that was practically granted to them by the now deceased Fourth Hokage. The event during the day was thrown to celebrate and praise one person.

However, during the evening and late hours of the night, it was thrown to hunt down and torture another.

10:30 pm. The night was as black as it could be, and the dark clouds overhead wasn't helping any. The clouds poured rain like the faucet of the sky had been turned on full blast. The heavy and cold rain fell like it was almost trying to drown the village in darkness. Even though the rain was so heavy and merciless, it never stopped the mobs from looking for their target. It didn't matter what the weather was like on that particular day: cold, hot, rainy, snowy, frozen over, winds blowing like a hurricane…it never mattered. The mobs always searched for him. Their sense of vengeance wouldn't let them stop.

Naruto Uzumaki had just turned ten years old today. October tenth, 2000. Not that it really mattered to him, his birthdays always sucked. It always ended up in one of two ways: he would either end up in the hospital or somewhere outside in some random alley after he woke up from whoever had beat him unconscious. He tried to avoid the mobs whenever he could. Sometimes it wouldn't even matter if he was outside or not, the people would always break down the door to his shaggy old one bedroom apartment, that was too small even for him by the way, and literally either drag him outside and start beating him or start beating him in his own home first and then drag him outside to continue the beatings. He quickly learned that the best way to avoid all of it, or as much of it as he could anyway, was to do his best to outrun them.

On his birthday though, much more people sought him out, and with an even greater vengeance than usual if it was even possible. Torture was no stranger to him. He was practically its best friend of all time. Torture, for the ten year old Naruto, was like a good friend that visited at least two to three times a week, some days it would stay longer and be worse than others, but it was always there, like it sought him out personally.

Naruto didn't know what he did to deserve all this negative attention. The Third Hokage was a piece of shit through and through. He clearly had the power to level the entire village on his own if he really wanted two, while facing against all of the shinobi from the village at the same time. He wasn't known as the God of Shinobi for no reason you know. And yet, he couldn't spare a few minutes to make sure that he, just a little kid, wasn't beaten to near death every damn week. He would sometimes visit him at the hospital, but it was only to check if he was 'ok'. Of course, he would say he was fine, because he always was. At least, he was physically. Any physical wounds that he had ever received, no matter how severe they were, would always heal overnight, but he never knew how. It didn't matter though, because nothing else ever changed.

Honestly, he just wished that this year, he would stop healing. Because at least then, it would all stop.

The pain.

The loneliness.

The glares.

The despair.

It would all stop if he just….stopped…..healing.

Naruto rounded a corner and ran straight into an alley way that led to a dead end. Damn, he had forgotten about this single dead end in the entire damn village. He must have forgotten about it with the adrenaline rush of him running away from his attackers.

This was a particularly bad year. He was just walking to the store to get some more milk because the stuff he had in his fridge was done for. He was always sold moldy or sour food, so he would have to go buy more to replace it every other day or so. His birthday just happened to be one of those days. He figured that he would go later on in the evening, after the main events of the Kyuubi Festival were over, that way he wouldn't be spotted so easily.

How wrong he was.

He had been spotted almost immediately. The second he was spotted by a couple of chunin, they began to make chase. They soon spread the word that the "Demon Brat" was out on the loose. That soon rattled many of the villagers to take up arms in pursuit of the ten year old boy whom they believed now was the Kyuubi reincarnate. Although, Naruto didn't know that.

Several villagers stopped at the entrance to the alley way that he was currently in. several armed villagers in front of him, ready to kill him. Solid concrete wall behind him with absolutely no means to climb over. He was trapped.

"Where are you gonna run off to now, huh kid?" One chunin asked him. He was wearing the standard green vest and shinobi uniform, with three other chunin behind him, and about ten villagers armed with various weapons, things like rakes, shovels, pitchforks, knives, and cleavers were all branded towards him. The four total chunin wielded kunai, but the one in front wielded a ninjato, and it gleamed in the moonlight, and the heavy rain made it seem as if it was being cleaned from all dirt and grime, making sure it was in pristine condition for Narutos execution.

Naruto looked around in a panic, desperately trying to find an escape route. He may have thought about dying before to end it all, but his natural instinct to stay alive had kicked in and he was frantic. The chunin and villagers could tell he was terrified, they could all practically smell it in the thick, rainy air.

"P…please!" Naruto screamed out in a terrified voice. "I…I…I never did anything to you! Please, just let me go! I was just trying to go to the store, I never hurt anyone!"

"BULLSHIT!" One villager, a merchant who sold his fruit in the marketplace said while wielding a knife in the air. He pointed it at the kid and yelled out, "YOU! You, you…..you DEMON! You killed my wife! And my daughter! I found them buried under the rubble of our house! For that alone, you deserve to die you filthy beast! And I'm not the only one either!"

"Yeah, that's right!" another villager cried out.

"You killed my dad!" One villager yelled out.

"You destroyed my home!"

"You killed my family!"

"You destroyed everything!"

"You killed children! Children!"

"I never killed anybody, what are you talking about?!" Naruto yelled out. "I'm only ten! How could I kill anyone?! That doesn't make any sense! I did nothing wrong!"

"The fact that you don't even remember what you did is even worse…" the sword wielding chunin said. "True, you may have never killed anyone in this form…but in your REAL form, you monster…"

The chunin swung his sword at Naruto, which he just barely dodged. He threw his head back to dodge the swing that was aimed for his neck, but it threw him off balance and he fell on his butt. The water on the solid ground splashed a little, and he winced at the hard fall. He looked up at the chunin, surprised that he actually tried to kill him.

"Impressive," the chunin said to Naruto. "Not many chunin have been able to dodge that swing, it was my fastest one, but you did, and you're not even a genin. That alone proves my point. YOU ARE THE DEMON FOX, NARUTO UZUMAKI! NOW DIE!"

The chunin charged forward and stabbed Naruto in the shoulder. Naruto cried out in pain as he tried to pull the blade out from his flesh, but the chunin just smiled grimly and pushed the blade in further.

"Ah, the sweet smell of demon blood," the chunin said as he watched Naruto bleed from his shoulder wound. He slowly pressed the blade in further, enjoying watching his victim wince and breathe heavily each passing second the blade went in further. When the blade was finally hilt deep, the chunin just simply let go of the blade, leaving the sword stuck in his shoulder. He stood up straight and turned around and looked back over his shoulder as he said to the doomed child, "Nice knowing you kid, I hope you rot in hell, where you belong. Goodbye, Demon Fox." He turned to face the crowd and said to them all, "I got my pound of flesh. He's all yours."

The chunin just walked passed all of the charging villagers and three remaining chunin. Naruto cried out in horror and in pain as he was stabbed and beaten multiple times, his blood freely flowing onto the hard and wet cement ground underneath him.

Two hours. For two hours, Naruto Uzumaki was beaten and stabbed with multiple weapons of all kinds. Hit with a frying pan on his head by the women, hard enough to crack his skull and enough times to cause his brain to swell. Stabbed enough times to look like he was literally a human pincushion. Beaten with clubs enough times to be completely unrecognizable, as to where only dental records were the only real evidence left to prove his identity, not that anyone would really care. Naruto Uzumaki, at the end of the brutal murder, was completely unrecognizable.

Naruto lie down on the hard and wet cement ground, staring up in the dark and stormy clouds that rained down upon him as if they were now crying uncontrollably.

His left arm was in tatters. Not the clothing, his real arm was in tatters, it would actually be better for him if it was amputated. His right arm was in no better shape. One kunai was in each kneecap, rendering his legs completely useless. His chest and stomach had been cut so many times with various sharp objects that it just looked like one big bag of bleeding flesh. The only real piece of clothing left was the pants-now turned to shorts, that covered his pelvis and midsection. Random spots of his hair had been literally ripped out by the people's bare hands. He only had a few teeth left. One eye was completely swollen shut, while the other one he just barely see through. His neck had a large gash across it. Deep enough to cause eventual death, but not immediate death. His windpipe had been crushed to wear he would eventually die of suffocation, if not from something else. Naruto Uzumaki was doomed.

Although, when he looked up at the sky, he smiled. As best as he could anyway. It was finally going to be over.

No more pain.

No more loneliness.

No more glares.

No more despair.

It would all be over. It would all be finally…over.

His lone functional eye began to close as he thought to himself, mom, dad, whoever you are, whoever you were, I hope I didn't disappoint you. I'm sorry I didn't last very long. Hopefully now, though, I can see you. Hopefully now…I wont…I wont be….alo…..

Narutos lone eye closed and closed for good. He was dead.

He had died after some time had passed after his attackers left. When he finally did die, of course no once could see it, but a ghost…something had appeared. The same thing that Minato Namikaze had summoned to seal the Fox had appeared and placed its hand upon Narutos chest once he had passed on.

But, what was it there for?

….

A/N: Hey guys, I just couldn't wait any longer! I just opened up my computer and it all just flew out of my mind and onto the screen. I can honestly say that I'm excited for this story! Lemme know what you all thought of this! Until next time, Roku out.