Ultimate Scarlet Spider

A FanFiction by: TJ Wayne

*Note that I do not nor shall I own the characters in this fanfic, as well as marvel and ultimate marvel comics.*

Chapter 1: A Slight Problem

The sun dipped down upon Manhattans magnificence. The skyscrapers that could kiss the sky flushed an array of colors, as the sky itself was a purple and orange. It seems so depressing for the bustling New Yorkers below. There are no thwips, and no whoots of joy anymore. No brightly colored costume zipping by. No Peter Parker.

For most New Yorkers, the hustle and bustle of the great city is something they could never give up, but Peter died for it. It may be six months since the amazing boy passed, but to a true New Yorker, it feels like an agonizing eternity.

Yes, for most people, they mourn the loss of their hero. However, there are also those who wallow with joy, and seize the opportunity. So as the sun disappears from sight, there are men who scheme. The abandoned where houses on the docks are where are adventures will begin.


Inside one such place, an elderly man sits in a large leather chair. His dark silk suit, imported. His leather shoes, shined to perfection. His slicked back hair has a touch of grey that matches his eyes. He shakes his head slightly as he clasps his hands together.

"Doctor Warren, are you still with me? Try to stay focused Doc."

The smaller looking man tied to a folding chair opposite of the well dressed man peers up. His hair is a tangled mess. His lab coat has little trickles of sweat on it. His name tag appears, Doctor Miles Warren. Genetic Research. The doctors beady eyes stare up into those of his captures. The well dressed man clears his throat and addresses Warren.

"So, do you want to tell me where the four million dollars I leant you went? Or better yet, the weapon you promised me?"

From behind the Doctor, a young crook wearing all black holds a colt to the back of Warrens head.

"Speak up, or I'll be redecoration the room, with your brains. Chump."

Warren licks his lips and sits a bit more straight in his chair.

"I created something more powerful than any weapon. I have created life," The Doctors grin is followed by a small cackle.

The thug shakes his head and cocks the metallic hammer of the gun back.

"This guys on dope. I say we finish him off right now boss."

"Just wait a moment Anthony," the well dressed man leans toward Warren, his eyes curious.

"Don't play games Warren. What did you do?"

The Doctors smile fades then grows seemingly larger.

"I… Cloned Spider Man. The Parker boy."

"Wait, you did what!?"

Warrens licks his lips once again and replies.

"Several months ago I received a sample of Parkers blood. It was during one of his battles. His blood was everywhere, so I simply collected a sample. Then I cloned him."

The well dressed man stands in disbelief.

"You used my money… to clone the Spider!?"

Warren nods.

"Ok, so where is it? When can I see it?"

The doctor's smile fades as he slowly turns his head away.

"That's the erm… Slight problem. He… Escaped."

"What! You men to tell me, there's 4 million dollars worth of my money out there is New York and you don't know where he is!?"

Warren smiles and shakes his head.

"Its remarkable. The clone has retained Parkers original thoughts and memories, but when I explained that he wasn't the boy, but a clone… he became erratic, emotional. And he escaped, using the powers of his original copy."

The man Anthony rolls his eyes.

"I'm telling you now boss, we should cap him now."

The well dressed man stares at Warren then sits down calmly.

"Ok Warren, you're a smart guy. So where is it going."

"Oh, we don't have to know that. I planted a tracking device in his leg. I know where he is," Warren replies.

The well dressed man nods and lets out a long sigh.

"Ok Warren. Where's the Tracking Device."

The Doctor peers down then up.

"Let me go, and I'll help you track him down."

The man nods to Anthony, and the subordinate un-cuffs Warrens hands. The Doctor then reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out the small tracking device.

"This will bring you to him."

Anthony swiftly grabs the device and fiddles with it. The well dressed man nods as he stands up.

"For your sake, I hope your right."