New York City 2005

It was midnight,and the huge city of New York was surpirsingly quiet.A light was on in the huge Osboure Manor.Harry Osbourne stood in his fathers massive study,which was easily the size of a public library.The wind blew through,and the moon shinned through the massive windows.Harry hadnt slept much recently,now that he knew who Spider-Man was.

"Peter how could you" he said to himself,in the endless halls. He poured himself a glass of scotch from a liguor cabinet,next to a desk,the desk belonged to his father.He had not cleaned out his fathers belongings,and the desk looked just as it was before he was killed.A picture caught Harrys eye it was of Peter,and himself at his high school graduation behind them stood Norman Osbourne wrapping both of his arms on the two boys shoulders with a smile of joy.

"Im sorry Peter he said to the picture,I have to kill you,I have to end this madness" Harry heard a horrible cackle out of nowhere,frightened he tripped and banged himself on a bookcase.A book fell and hit Harry on the head.

"Damnit!" he said as he rubbed his head.He picked the book up and was about to throw it,he looked at it.The book was Studies of the Occult in Anicent History by Raymond Knowby,the book was old and the date of publication was 1978,it had obviously been there a long time. Harry had nothing else to do so he picked up the book and began to read.

Detroit

Ash Williams punched his card in,another day of work was over at S-Mart.Ash was now the oldest employee working for the discount department store. Sadly Ash knew S-Marts days were numbered.The store had been failing to draw customers now that a Wal-Mart just opened a few miles away.Hed be out of a job soon enough and it wouldnt be easy finding a new one.Ash had been made into the town looney,the guy kids would tell stories about,and the guy the adults would gossip about.No one believed his story and he was all most tried for murder,but was let off because there wasnt enough evidence that would hold up in court,everyone around the town knew he did it though,he was made to be the O.J Simpson of lower Detroit. Who would believe my story,Ash thought to himself,demons possessing his friends,doing battle in the middle ages.Of coruse the ordeal was the only thing Ash had now people would ask him to tell the story or show his metal hand.People had developed legends on that too,the most popular being his sister Cheryl cut it off in defense.Ash got out of his train of thought and put on his coat,and began to walk home.Ash sighed it had been five years since his beloved 73 oldsmobile delta had died,it was sitting in a storage garage.Ash couldnt bear himself to get rid of it.Ash walked to his apartment door and put his key in when his landlord Ted appeared out of a corner.

"Wheres my rent money Williams?"

"Listen I get payed on Thursday youll get it then."

"No ghost or goblin will prevent you from paying me will they Ash?"

Ash ignored the insult and opened his door,his apartment consisted of a fridge,a toliet,and a bed.

"I could have been a king" Ash said to himself. He thought of the glory he had had when he defeated the deadites,he thought of the castle,and he thought of Shelia.Ash sighed and jumped on his bed and fell asleep.

Peter Parker sat at a corner cafe with his fiancee Mary Jane Watson.He had finally revealed himself to her,if it hadnt been a life or death situation,he probably wouldnt have.Peter felt a huge weight off his shoulders for the first time in his life he was somewhat free.Mary Jane was beauitful,she was no longer the untouchable girl next door,she was Peters lover.Peters train of thought was broken.

"When will we have our wedding Peter?"

"Soon Mary Jane soon,the Bugle isnt paying what it once did for pictures of Spider-Man"

"We said money wouldnt matter Peter"

"I know but I want to make our wedding as special as it can be."

Mary Jane took a sip of her coffee.

"Have you decided on your best man yet?"

"No"

"Why not Harry?"

Peter had never told anyone the truth about Norman Osbournes death,about what he was in his final months.Harry hadnt returned his calls.

"Ill talk to him."

Just then the police sirens began to move past the cafe.

"Ill see you at six"

"Dont wait up."

Peter ran into an alley and ripped off his street clothes becoming Spider-Man...