Broken Destiny -- Spider-Man 2
By Kimberly
Description: Set two months after the movie, the Hob Goblin has a score to settle with Spiderman.
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Please let me know what you think and if I should continue this.
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Broken Destiny
Chapter 1
//Sometimes it's harder to move on in life rather than to stay where you are. Pushing away from what you want, or letting go. It's all the same. Some dreams are with you, no matter what you do. It's your destiny to fulfill them. Others' are hanging in front of your face, taunting and cruel, wanting you to jump for it ... and realize that you never looked first. //
Mary Jane Watson clutched the bar at her side as the subway train creaked and clinked as it careened down the tunnel. Glancing around, she studied the several other passengers near her, all tending to their own business. Sighing, she rested her head against the silver bar and closed her eyes.
This audition would be different, she promised herself. No more low-rate jobs and scrounging around for scraps. She would make something of herself, without the expense of degrading her morale. She wouldn't accept handouts; she would earn what she deserved. Even if it meant going all over the city to dozens of auditions.
Her mind and body worn, she took a nearby seat and plopped down onto the hard worn-out plastic. Her entire focus had been recently directed to her acting, placing her thoughts of Spiderman and Peter out of her life. He had made it clear that he couldn't be with her, and while she accepted that, she couldn't help but ponder that there was a deeper reason.
She hadn't seen Spiderman in weeks. The last time was when he was slinging over the city high-rises, rushing towards a fire that had begun in the East Side. The next day in the paper she had read that he had all of the people that were trapped out before the fire rescue team was halfway there.
Rubbing her hands over her face, Mary Jane sighed again, only another twenty minutes and she would be up on the stage again, doing what she loved in front of people that didn't respect that or her dreams.
Just as Mary Jane stood again, the subway train slammed to a sudden and screeching halt, sending her flying to the floor of the car and ramming her head in to the opposing seat. A light flashed brilliantly before the darkness that closely followed consumed her.
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"Miss? Wake up, miss." Gentle hands shook her and pulled her from her slumber. "Are you all right, ma'am? You took quite a fall." Sitting up, Mary Jane moaned slightly as the world blurred for a moment before coming into focus. Placing a hand on her head, she pulled it away and saw the faint trace of blood. Great, she was going to look just marvelous for the audition.
When she looked up into the face of an elderly man, waiting patiently for her response, she shook her head to clear the remaining cobwebs and nodded. "I'm all right. What happened?" With the help of the man, she rose and took in her surroundings. The train was stopped and the other people in the car were also recovering from the impact of the sudden halt.
"I don't know, but it sure was a doozy." Smiling gently, he wandered away and went throughout the rest of the car, helping other people who had cuts and forming bruises on them. Brushing herself off, Mary Jane walked over to the window of the subway car and in the reflection of the glass checked the wound on her head.
A simple bruise, shallow cut. Nothing that time and a little make-up wouldn't heal. But not in the time that she needed before her appointment. Glancing at her watch, she frowned. Ten minutes until she was supposed to be on stage, and she was stuck in a subway car.
Just then, a small chime rang over the P.A system before the gravely voice of the conductor began, "I'm sorry for the delay folks, there seems to be a small electrical malfunction. The crew is on their way and we shou--" He stopped. The P.A system was clicked off and the people in the car looked about one another in confusion.
Before a word was spoken, the chime rang again, but another voice spoke. "Ladies and Gentlemen," It began in a higher pitch voice than the conductor's. "This is your Captain speaking. Please remain calm, I promise you will all have a very ... comforting demise. Thank you and enjoy your day, compliments of the Hob Goblin." A maniacal laugh poured over the P.A system before slowly fading and shutting off.
"Who was that?" One of the passengers asked over the silence in the car moments after the announcement.
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" A man dressed in a suit with a ringing cell phone angrily demanded.
"What's going on?" A frantic woman asked.
"Why are we stopped?" More and more questions poured out of the mouths of the hysteric passengers, and no one had any answers. Looking around, Mary Jane walked over to the doors of the car and tried desperately to push the two apart with no avail.
Just as she began to feel purchase, the car was suddenly rocked violently to the side, sending all the people inside the car tumbling. Slid up against another seat, Mary Jane grasped for a grip and held on as the car cracked under the weight. Screams ran out from the others trapped inside the car, pleas for mercy and cries for help.
Mary Jane could feel the car tipping further and further to the side before it finally slammed off the tracks and onto a parallel track system that laid next to it. As the people tried to stand and recover on the side of the train, all froze with terror as the blare of a subway train horn bellowed.
The passengers frantically ran to the nearest open window and glanced out to see a train headed their way, the light on it's front perfectly spotlighting their oncoming peril on it's track.
"It's coming right at us." A man shouted and ran for the doors. Both sets were unreachable and impossible to open from the angle they were at. It was hopeless.
The horn blared another time, the breaks hooking desperately as it's conductor saw the turned over car. The high screech as the metal skidded with metal was piercing. Mary Jane glanced around, trying to find a way out. The one side of windows were pinned beneath them and the others were too high to reach. Turning back to the oncoming train, she swallowed tightly.
"We're trapped . . . It can't stop, " She whispered to herself. "It's going to hit us."
By Kimberly
Description: Set two months after the movie, the Hob Goblin has a score to settle with Spiderman.
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Please let me know what you think and if I should continue this.
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Broken Destiny
Chapter 1
//Sometimes it's harder to move on in life rather than to stay where you are. Pushing away from what you want, or letting go. It's all the same. Some dreams are with you, no matter what you do. It's your destiny to fulfill them. Others' are hanging in front of your face, taunting and cruel, wanting you to jump for it ... and realize that you never looked first. //
Mary Jane Watson clutched the bar at her side as the subway train creaked and clinked as it careened down the tunnel. Glancing around, she studied the several other passengers near her, all tending to their own business. Sighing, she rested her head against the silver bar and closed her eyes.
This audition would be different, she promised herself. No more low-rate jobs and scrounging around for scraps. She would make something of herself, without the expense of degrading her morale. She wouldn't accept handouts; she would earn what she deserved. Even if it meant going all over the city to dozens of auditions.
Her mind and body worn, she took a nearby seat and plopped down onto the hard worn-out plastic. Her entire focus had been recently directed to her acting, placing her thoughts of Spiderman and Peter out of her life. He had made it clear that he couldn't be with her, and while she accepted that, she couldn't help but ponder that there was a deeper reason.
She hadn't seen Spiderman in weeks. The last time was when he was slinging over the city high-rises, rushing towards a fire that had begun in the East Side. The next day in the paper she had read that he had all of the people that were trapped out before the fire rescue team was halfway there.
Rubbing her hands over her face, Mary Jane sighed again, only another twenty minutes and she would be up on the stage again, doing what she loved in front of people that didn't respect that or her dreams.
Just as Mary Jane stood again, the subway train slammed to a sudden and screeching halt, sending her flying to the floor of the car and ramming her head in to the opposing seat. A light flashed brilliantly before the darkness that closely followed consumed her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Miss? Wake up, miss." Gentle hands shook her and pulled her from her slumber. "Are you all right, ma'am? You took quite a fall." Sitting up, Mary Jane moaned slightly as the world blurred for a moment before coming into focus. Placing a hand on her head, she pulled it away and saw the faint trace of blood. Great, she was going to look just marvelous for the audition.
When she looked up into the face of an elderly man, waiting patiently for her response, she shook her head to clear the remaining cobwebs and nodded. "I'm all right. What happened?" With the help of the man, she rose and took in her surroundings. The train was stopped and the other people in the car were also recovering from the impact of the sudden halt.
"I don't know, but it sure was a doozy." Smiling gently, he wandered away and went throughout the rest of the car, helping other people who had cuts and forming bruises on them. Brushing herself off, Mary Jane walked over to the window of the subway car and in the reflection of the glass checked the wound on her head.
A simple bruise, shallow cut. Nothing that time and a little make-up wouldn't heal. But not in the time that she needed before her appointment. Glancing at her watch, she frowned. Ten minutes until she was supposed to be on stage, and she was stuck in a subway car.
Just then, a small chime rang over the P.A system before the gravely voice of the conductor began, "I'm sorry for the delay folks, there seems to be a small electrical malfunction. The crew is on their way and we shou--" He stopped. The P.A system was clicked off and the people in the car looked about one another in confusion.
Before a word was spoken, the chime rang again, but another voice spoke. "Ladies and Gentlemen," It began in a higher pitch voice than the conductor's. "This is your Captain speaking. Please remain calm, I promise you will all have a very ... comforting demise. Thank you and enjoy your day, compliments of the Hob Goblin." A maniacal laugh poured over the P.A system before slowly fading and shutting off.
"Who was that?" One of the passengers asked over the silence in the car moments after the announcement.
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" A man dressed in a suit with a ringing cell phone angrily demanded.
"What's going on?" A frantic woman asked.
"Why are we stopped?" More and more questions poured out of the mouths of the hysteric passengers, and no one had any answers. Looking around, Mary Jane walked over to the doors of the car and tried desperately to push the two apart with no avail.
Just as she began to feel purchase, the car was suddenly rocked violently to the side, sending all the people inside the car tumbling. Slid up against another seat, Mary Jane grasped for a grip and held on as the car cracked under the weight. Screams ran out from the others trapped inside the car, pleas for mercy and cries for help.
Mary Jane could feel the car tipping further and further to the side before it finally slammed off the tracks and onto a parallel track system that laid next to it. As the people tried to stand and recover on the side of the train, all froze with terror as the blare of a subway train horn bellowed.
The passengers frantically ran to the nearest open window and glanced out to see a train headed their way, the light on it's front perfectly spotlighting their oncoming peril on it's track.
"It's coming right at us." A man shouted and ran for the doors. Both sets were unreachable and impossible to open from the angle they were at. It was hopeless.
The horn blared another time, the breaks hooking desperately as it's conductor saw the turned over car. The high screech as the metal skidded with metal was piercing. Mary Jane glanced around, trying to find a way out. The one side of windows were pinned beneath them and the others were too high to reach. Turning back to the oncoming train, she swallowed tightly.
"We're trapped . . . It can't stop, " She whispered to herself. "It's going to hit us."