Prologue

Professor Richard, a tall man with light brown hair, hazel eyes, and a guy people mistake for a b-ball player, looks into a microscope, where DNA are being rearranged. After some typing on his computer, he hits enter, and the DNA changes color. "Eureka!"

Maria, his blonde assistant, jumps at his cry. "What was that about?"

"I've finally done it! I've finally created a completely new genetic species. This should bring a few million dollars to this lab."

"Is this the super secret project you're doing?"

"It won't be secret for long. It is now ready to be displayed. Just think of all the possibility we can make with this project."

"Enough of the description. What did you do?"

"Come over here."

Maria walks to the microscope and looks inside. "It's DNA. What makes this so special to the other trillion ones?"

"Does that DNA look like a regular spider DNA?"

An eyebrow creeps up her face, and looks at the DNA again. "Now that you mention it, it does look different."

"Yes. I have taken a special spider and changed its genetic material so it's faster, stronger, and tougher web, but gentle. Imagine kids with these pets that could fight back. These will sure interest them."

"Okay, you changed a spider. Big deal. If you come with me, I'll show you something actually interesting." The scientist exits the room, followed by the befuddled Richard. They enter a dark room of the lab, and Maria turns to lights on to reveal a room full of weapons and suits. Professor Richard gapes at the sight, then asks, "What have you been up to?"

"You know I'm interested into weaponry. While you were working on your animals, I was building useful projects. You may get a hundred dollars for that spider, but this," she pats on a weird-looking vehicle. "Is gonna get us hundred thousands of dollars. Ka-ching."

"Okay, I see your point. But one small flaw in this."

"What would that be?"

He picks up a ray-gun looking machine and says, "There are smart criminals out there that are ready to break in here and clean this room. Isn't it a little dangerous to pack this much firepower in one room?"

Oh please." Maria said. "Nobody would even think of stealing from this lab. The security is much too great, and they have to get past six five foot thick, metal walls."

"I'm just saying."

They hear the doors slam open, and return to the lab. At the doors are four men. One is the Military general, Anthony Cripe, two soldiers, and the mayor of Danville.

"Mayor Doofenshmirtz. What an honor to see you in our lab." Richard said.

"Good evening Professor Richard. Professor Quimby." said Roger Doofenshmirtz.

Maria asks, "What brings you here?"

"We were wondering if the weapons are ready for testing." the general said.

"Oh yes. Follow me." She leads the visitors to the room again, and the soldiers inspect the armory. "Everything seems great."

"Yes. I have made everything top notch, as well as creative, if I do say so myself."

The mayor walks to one wall where a green suit is displayed. "What is this, the Green Goblin suit?"

"Yes. Yes it is. I saw the movie and the suit interested me. But it's just for display. Nothing special."

The mayor nods his head, then turns to another suit with a woman's built. "And this?"

"That's something I made for myself. Light, flexible, and pretty much a weapon itself. The wrists, feet, legs, arms, all loaded with shooters and throwing stars of kinds. And sorry gentlemen, this is not for sale."

"It's alright. We weren't going to collect it. We can see that it's made for one, specific person." Cripes said.

The soldier walks back to the doors and let in two more soldiers, pushing large containment boxes. They start putting the weapons and suits in the boxes, and Maria smiles at this. Professor Richard looks uncertainly at the process, and asks, "Are you sure that's safe? I mean, all this power in one room can be dangerous. Trust me, I had this happen before to me."

The general says, "Don't worry, doc. I triple checked the security at the base. Everything is fine."

"I don't know. I feel like there's a villain nearby, ready to take these. Almost like he's standing next to me."

"Poppycock. That's just the crazy talking inside you." Roger said, patting his shoulder. "Trust me, as mayor; these will be used for the good and justice."

In the lab, the genetic spider lifts up the lid with some struggle, and shoots a web into the ceiling. It climbs the web up, and starts a new little home.