Extraordinary Spider-Man
(A/N: 1) Sorry if there is any grammar or spelling mistakes, computer issues, 2) I wish to thank Celgress and their story Small Town Spider-Man, which inspired me to write my own take on the Spider-Man Mythos. 3) I know how everyone is tired of rereading Spidey's origins :P so this short first chapter will be just to be a simple introduction 3) With that said I hope you enjoy the story. Remember to review, constructive critisism helps. :) Lyoko498)
Chill was at the top floor of the abandoned warehouse by the river. He lead the Skull gang of New York, under the command of a mysterious higher up man known only as "The Kingpin." Normally he didn't associate with the lower criminals such as Chill, but apparently he needed to collect something from a wrestling ring that was late behind payments. The deal was Chill and his gang take the money and give it to him, and the Kingpin clears their records with his "connections."
Yeah Chill killed some old man for his car to escape the police, but that was just some nobody that no one would miss. He peered out the window.
'Damn, cops are here already...' It was dark out, all that's there was the light of the full moon. He pulled out his walkie-talkie, "Alright boys, when I give the signal, we're heading out the back onto the rafts. The cops will never know until it's too late."
Chill failed to notice a mysterious figure appear behind him, upside down on what appears to be a web strand. "You're wrong...it's already too late!" said the man. Chill turned around aimming his shotgun and fired. To his astonishment the man dodged it, he seemed...ready for it.
Then the man came into the light. 'It's...it's that Spider-Man from the wrestling ring! But why...?' He had no chance to continue that thought as the Spider-Man gave a quick uppercut to his jaw, sending him flying backwards a fair distance into a crate.
"Shit..." muttered Chill as he got up, feeling his broken shoulder sting as he slumped against the wall to aim at the man again. Except no one was standing there. He up and vanished. He continued to walk, cautiously looking for the intruder. He heard and echoy voice as he walked.
"Do you really think you could get away with what you did?"
"Look, if I took your pay check..." began Chill only to be cut off by the angry Spider-Man.
"It's not about any damn money you bastard! It's about the old man!"
'How did he know about the old man?'
Out of nowhere the Spider-Man kicked him from behind at such an angle, he managed to break a few vertebra, causing the man to lose all sensation in his legs, before toppling to the ground.
"There is nowhere you can escape from me! No city big enough, no island far enough! I can and will hunt you till the ends of the Earth!" shouted the Spider-Man as he approched Chill, his hands balled into fists as he loomed over the gangster.
"M-my boys..."
"Beaten to pulps." With that the Spider-Man picked up Chill and only then got a good look at him. "N-no! Not you!" the man uttered. Chill pushed away from him, now crawling away.
"G-get back! You fucking mutant! You freak!"
Spider-Man placed his middle fingers on his palms, shooting strands of webs around the man, cocooning him.
Captain Stacy looked at the window. "Alright boys let's mo-" he begun to say, only to be cut off as glass shattered. In front of them, was a large...what looked like a bag that was writhing.
'The hell is that?' thought the captain. "Get that...bag...down from there!" ordered Stacy. The officers rushed into the warehouse. They stopped dead in their tracks as they noticed that all the thugs were thrown aside like ragdolls, some covered in white, sticky threads. Officer Marley grabbed his walkie-talkie.
"Sir, you might want to come in here sir...you won't believe this."
Stacy walked in and was equally shocked at the scene. Paramedics came and checked the pulses of the gangsters. "All alive Captain. Just had their bells rung hard." The captain thanked the paramedics for the information and removing the thugs. Stacy begun to wander the building. He then noticed that the strings...webs...were disolving. The more he looked the more and more obvious it was that this wasn't some battle between the gangs. This, as impossible as it seems, was the work of one single person.
"Only question is," he asked out loud, "Who?"
Unbeknownst to New York's finest, a man in a crude costume escaped from the back and was swinging into the night, crying under his mask, remembering what his Uncle told him.
"With great power, comes great responsibility."
'I'll make it up to you Uncle Ben...I promise...I'm so sorry.'
Elsewhere in New York the next morning, in a luxury penthouse, sat a large mountian of a man, bald with steel eyes, smoking a Colombian cigar and drinking a 1846 Italian amontillado, along with steak and eggs for breakfast. He was enjoying himself until a subordinate came in. "What is it Mr. Ellison? I'm trying to relax."
"I-I'm sorry Kingpin but I have to inform you that the Skulls have been captured."
The Kingpin exhaled a ring of smoke, "Yes, I didn't expect them to make it pass the Finest. I merely wanted them out of my way, so that way I could sell my...unique medicine direcly. Maximize the profits."
"Q-quite genius sir, but that's not the shocking part. You see it seems that the plan was compromised."
"Hmm?"
"Well it seems that someone has been picking off Skull members since yesterday afternoon, and the police report that they've all been beaten into submission. Only problem is that there was no sign of another gang. Almost like it was just one man."
The Kingpin held his chin, "First that Devil and now this...thank you for keeping me informed Ellison. Please, take this as a tip." He placed ten 100 dollar bills into Ellison's chest pocket and sent him off.
At Oscorp Calvin Henry Zabo was searching around the for a spider. A single spider that he must find. "Damn it all!" he muttered, "Where is it?" The unfortunatle arachnid was used to test Zabo's experimental serum. Only God knows what it did to the bug. He's been at this for the past two weeks. He knows that the spider couldn't have gone far, and was definitely strong enough to survive the two weeks now with the formula in its system.
Another scientist, Otto Octavious walked in. "Hello Mr. Zabo," greeted the doctor, "Still haven't found that spider I see?"
"Hello Otto. No I haven't. I really need to see what it has done to the spider."
"Calvin," began Otto, "I'm sorry to tell you but there was an incident at the end of last week. A spider bit a student on a field trip to Oscorp. It was killed immediately afterwards by another boy. We tested the DNA, but it was unclear. We think it was your spider."
Calvin sighed, "Damn. Well thank you Otto. But why not tell me earlier?"
"We only just got the DNA test now." As Otto said this he secretly took out a vial and took a sample of the serum Calvin had on his desk. "Well I should get going Calvin. Good day."
"And a good day to you too Otto."
Otto made his way to the office of CEO Norman Osborn. "I got the serum Mr. Osborn. May I ask why you need it?"
"You may not Otto. I thank you for getting it for me. You are dismissed." Otto left. Norman accessed the records of his employees, to make sure he recieved the correct serum. He accessed his Black Archvie, a record of all the...private data on his workers, of which they do not know, through his touchscreen desk.
File Acessed.
Name: Calvin Henry Zabo
Project: Pheromone Serum
Zabo shut down the cameras of his office and took his serum. 'I'll test it tonight.' he thought.