Sparks Page #2

Thank you officer.

Good luck Sparks.

Will you be my wife?

Ian!

Was that a yes?

Yes!

Heaven!

Ian!

Heavenly!

Oh... hello!

And goodbye.

And when I woke up...

I knew I was in the middle of a nightmare.

Ian!

Help me!

Stop!

Heavenly...

What happened?

Well, after I killed Matanza,

I found you huddled up in the corner,

I thought you were dead with

all that blood all over you.

I checked to see if you were wounded,

but there wasn't a scratch on you.

I guess all that blood must've

belonged to that female officer.

Did you black out?

I got here as quick as I could Sparks,

I'm sorry.

But Matanza, he had already...

And that...

was the moment I knew I lost her.

She never looked at me

the same way again.

That's the way she left me.

I knew that I failed her.

She's better off without me.

This is all really fascinating, Sparks,

but let's just skip to the part

where you admit to the murders.

Or did you black that part out too?

He's alive!

Barely.

From the looks of it he's

bleeding all over the place.

I wanted to give you first crack

at him before I call it in.

Half an hour.

Come on Sparks, confess!

Take your place at the cross

next to your sacred idols,

Matanza, and Ringmaster Jesus.

Nobody wants to read about your life.

All they want, is a picture of you...

Dead.

What do you say, Sparks?

It's dead.

Follow me...

if you want to live.

Docherty!

People will want to hear this chief.

Well, I'm staying here.

You're a reporter too?

Not exactly.

Yes, well I mean sometimes.

Sometimes I write copy for obituaries.

Local folks,

deceased, mostly.

I hope so.

What are we doing?

Stick a post behind this vent!

By the age of twenty-three

I was washed up.

My identity was shot.

And I became a public joke.

That can happen, ya know.

I pulled a Sparks last night.

Blacked out. Right in the

middle of making whoopee.

You know, my wife said

it was an improvement.

But that wasn't the worst of it.

All the scum I put down,

surfaced to pay me back.

Just a minute...

Hello?...

Nothing was sacred.

I moved into my

grandmother's apartment,

knowing they'd come back for me.

I didn't have to wait long.

Gentlemen?

Some nights I'd even let

them get in some shots.

Just to allow myself

to feel something.

Eventually there was

nobody left to fight.

Sparks!

Sparks!

You up?

Where are you?

Rent's due.

Again.

I better see some rent

out of you today.

Aw, Jesus!

Another one.

Now you ain't gonna need this.

Probably not gonna need this either.

That's a keeper.

Goodbye Sparks.

I'm gonna make a fortune off this.

I got pictures of this whole thing.

Doctor!

Get this man to the O.R. now!

Leave now!

You're not allowed...

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