Okay, so this is probably not going to be that good, but the Amazing Spiderman was so good ajshdfnfhr.

I just had to.

The honking of horns, cheap smelling hot dogs, and talking people is what used to describe New York City. Now it is just one word, or person. Spiderman.

She was dressed in black, nothing too sucipcious, just a plain black dress and pumps. Her long nails clicking away endlessly at her blackberry, and blood red lipstick shimmering in the morning light. Her brunette hair came down in long waves and strands, her blue eyes flickering up and peering through her long eyelashes to see the towering buildings.

She was not a tourist, nor was she a native of the city. She came here because of her job. She was not an intern, an actress, not even a doctor. She was a hunter. And she had one primal reason for being in the city. To find and kill Spiderman.

She was experienced when it came to hunting. Her beauty allured her prey right into her grasp, silly creatures. But she had never hunted a super hero. But she didn't have any doubt.

She will evaluate the bug, hopefully find skin cells or some hair, and squash him like the true bug he is. Humans don't look close enough at the details she had realised long ago. They will decide whether the specimen is male or female and be done with it. They never evaluate the body shape. For example, if they are pure bulk or just skin and bones.

She had a list if every single person in NYC, and she plans on using it.

As she walked down the street, she scowled bitterly. People just would not shut up! There were little kids running around, and a girl screaming into her phone. She reached into her pocket book and took out a cigarette. She quickly lighted it and continued to walk down the busy sidewalk.

When she had finally reached her destination, the Oscorp Towers,and entered the building. she didn't even stop at the front desk, just continued to walk onto the escalator. She gingerly blew the smoke out of her mouth and many turned to glare at her; she just smirked seductively at them and took another puff. She got off the escalator and entered a huge room.

There was a chubby woman sitting at the desk typing away, with a security gaurd at her side. She walked up to the desk. "I'm here to visit Mr. Dimers." The woman looked up with curiosity, and then started to eye the cigarette. She responded by blowing the smoke of her cigarette into the assitant's face.

"Ma'am, cigarettes are not promitted here. i am going to have to ask you to remove that, or I will by force." The security guy chirped. He was big. Nothing but skin and meat. But she wasn't intimidated, she was able to take down bigger guys than him. So she just continued to blow the smoke from her cigarette.

He moved forward, but she didn't move. His hand reached out to snatch the cigarette, but she caught it quickly. The assitant made a move towards the phone. "Excuse me, Paula, is it? But if you call anyone, things will happen that could be very bad. So, unless you want your hand chopped off, don't you dare grab that phone." Paula quickly moved her hand away from her phone and cupped her mouth. "That's what I thought," She turned her attention back to the security guard, she straightened her hand and quickly jabbed him in the stomach, causing something to crack painfully. She dropped him, and turned her attention to the secretary, and grabbed the phone. She ripped the cord to the phone and gave a warning glare to Paula.

She walked down the hall and opened a familiar door. She saw the handsome man at his desk about to inject a rat with something. As he heard the door open she could see more than his dark auburn hair that was gently combed back, but bombarded with gel. His sharp features looked up at her and softened into a smile. His green eyes crinkled at the edges, and she felt her cold constricting self smile too. "Ah, my dearest Ebony, how lovely to see you. I have missed you quite much!" He gently set the rat into it's cage and walked toards her. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

"Oh, Mr. Dimers, I have seen you have been up to much," Ebony responded as he leaned back. He smirked mischeavously, and let go of her.

"Right you are Miss Mithex, righ you are. You see, ever since Dr. Connors, went, well... crazy, I have been trying to complete his same idea, without the scales. It started out as such a great idea, marvelous actually, but I found a slight crack in the algorithm. I decided to experiment on Jane here, the 3 legged rat, to see if it works."

She walked closer to his desk. "Well? What are you doing differently?" She quirked an eyebrow and sat down in a brown leather chair. He moved and sat in the expensive white chair behind his desk.

"Well, you see, I am going to be adding normal rat blood to the mixture. I will add more rat blood than lizard blood. I don't understand why Conors didn't just add human blood? Sure lizards regrow their limbs, but you are human. And I think that is part of the problem with the giant mutated lizards running around." He leaned back in his seat and lifted his feet onto the desk. "Make sense?"

"Quite a lot actually." Ebony replied, and she glanced at Jane. "When are you going to inject her?"

"Well, I was, than you came in." He stood up and picked Jane up. "Care to watch?" She nodded then he picked up the shot and gently released the redish liquid into Jane. He set her back down into the cage and locked it several times. "Don't want any outbreakes in case it doesn't work as expected."

"Meet me at my place?" He nodded his head. "Well, then I guess I'll see you tonight Edward."

"Oh, Ebony before you leave, make sure you didn't kill Mike." She raised an eyebrow. "My bodyguard, and apologize to poor Paula."

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