Author's Note: Holy Moly Ravolie! I can't BELIEVE that we're onto Book four already! Wooooahhhh. It's insane! I know I had said this multiple of times but THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR ENDLESS SUPPORT BUT YOU REALLY HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IT MEANS TO ME! SO THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK! Now, I'm going to sit at a corner and cry my eyes because I just watched the 'Infantino' of Flash T_T I KNEW THAT WAS GONNA HAPPEN REGARDLESS OF WHAT THEY DO! ARGH! *ahem* let's get going!

Summary: As Spider Man is getting used to his double life, strange marks starts to appear at the strangest of places. An unknown evil begins to brew, threatening Queens once more. As the evil rises, it may be proven difficult that not even Spider Man could stop it.

Chapter 1: The Becks

The Becks were a strange family. Everyone who lived on the neighboured of Riverside knew that which was they tend to avoid the house as much as they could so that they could have less contact with the family. During the nights, however, the residents claim that they keep seeing unusual sights such as flashes from the window despite the fact that the blinds were closed. Whatever activity was going on in there, it unnerved them.

The police would be summoned to find out what was going on but even they couldn't get the answer.

Perhaps out of all the odds, the oddest of the family was the son. If the family wasn't so abnormal, the residents of Riverside would pity him as he had lost his mother. How, they don't know. But there were certainly whispers around the neighboured, gossiping about the father of the son. They would claim how he lost his sanity since he would pretend to talk to his dead wife.

"The poor man," one of the citizens gossiped.

"Indeed. I would feel pity for the man if they weren't so…abnormal."

"No one likes them."

"Then there's the issue about the son."

The words went around, echoing around the community.

"He's not very handsome, is he?" one of the people spoke.

"Say, didn't he wanted to continue his interest in something?"

The citizen made a thoughtful look before the idea sparked on him. "Ah, yes! It was the interest in the special effects but his father doesn't approve of it or so I heard."

"Pity."

The son of the father stood his ground as he glared daggers at him.

"I'll not let you continue," the father replied as he dangerously narrowed his eyes. "Face it son. Where would that lead you? You're nothing," he spat. "This is the final warning. You're coming with me!"

"No!" the son screamed. "I'm not going!"

"You insolent brat!" the father growled. "You have no one here! No one would face you. They're scared of you. You're alone and you'll forever be alone."

The son was shaking with fury as he was denying the fact. No. He wasn't lonely.

"You're wrong. I…I still have Betsy."

The expression on the father's face turned cold and cruel. "Betsy? Please, she doesn't like you. What makes you think you two are best friends? She will soon realize what you really are and she will avoid you," he whispered in his ear as the father placed both of his hands on the son's shoulder from behind.

"NO!" the son yelled and he stomped on the father's foot which made him give out a yell. The son, in haste, began to scurry out of the spot as the father began to take a lunge at him but the son was quicker than him. It eventually turned into a chase of running around in the house until the son locked himself in the bathroom, sitting on the floor as he hugged his knees, hearing the banging on the door.

"Open up, you stupid brat! You're a coward. Always have been! OPEN UP I SAID!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

The father raged. "Fine! Lock yourself like the coward you are! You can rot in there for all I care!"

The child gritted his teeth as he felt tears rolling down his cheeks as he heard the father's footsteps fading away. The tears eventually got dried as the son stared at the floor and he twisted his face into fury.

The boy eventually came out of the bathroom and he was in his room, staring at the floor with an empty expression. He waited and waited until the sound of the clock came, ringing in the house which indicated that midnight came.

Ding, dong, ding dong

As the clock was letting out its sound of music, the son got up and he walked towards the father's room whose loud snores could be heard. The boy appeared at the entrance of his room and he gave a fixed look at the father.

For a brief moment, it sounded as though the clock rang loudly and then, the boy made his move.

The event that had happened in the Becks' house got people's voices to be heard again as whispers went through the neighboured. Of course, the residents didn't know what exactly happened but the boy kept his distance until one day, the house of Becks suddenly went quiet, seeming to be empty. Naturally, this caused rumors spread out like a wildfire, untameable. No one knew what had happened to the son of Elmore for all they knew was that the father's body was buried next to his wife though when the funeral came, the boy didn't showed up while nobody else came to the burial. The residents assumed it was too much for the son to bear.

Months had passed and the son of Elmore was now pursuing his old interest which was the special effects designers but because he wasn't very well known, he began to take other interest such as being a movie stuntman in Hollywood in order to be famous.

Everything seemed fine for Quentin. He even made a new friend whose name was Jack. But good things must come to an end, however. While everyone else had promotions, recognition, that wasn't the case for Quentin Beck. He became impatient and he lacked the looks and talent to be the star. Moreover, he discovered that his career in special effects seemed to be a dead-end job.

Bad luck began to follow Quentin.

During these times, Quentin's boss kept warning him that he would be fired if Quentin would resume his foolishness.

"I'm warning you now, Beck. If you continue to do your stupid stunts, you would be fired on the spot!" the boss snarled. "You're not a hero so don't try to be one. And when we tell that you stick to the script, you bloody hell stick to the script!"

Quentin clenched his fists from anger but still, he ignored his warning since Quentin wanted to do something extraordinary. Something that would make the audience go 'wow!' when the movie hits the big screen.

In his tough times, Jack was there and he kept trying to support to his friend. But one day, Quentin made an unforgiveable stunt which made him be fired on the spot.

Furious, Quentin vowed that he'll get his revenge.

But because he was fired, it didn't stop his friend, Jack, to keep visiting him and when he did, he found out that Quentin was a mess. Blood shot eyes came on Quentin which made Jack wonder what had happened. After Quentin told him what the problem was, that he was desperate to become famous, Jack made a jokingly reply which caught Quentin's attention.

"You know," Jack said. "There's another way to become famous."

Quentin snorted, rolling his eyes. "Oh yeah? What's that? Be a flying pig?"

Jack grinned but shook his head. "Why don't you be a hero? If Spider Man could do it, you could probably do it too."

However, Jack laughed as he saw Quentin's look.

"I'm only joking."

But that wasn't the case. The comment what Jack had said truly gained Quentin's attention and he suddenly realized that his experience in illusions could make him an effective hero. He grinned as he replayed the idea over and over again. But…why be hero when he could become a super villain?

Besides, being a villain sounds far better than being a do-gooder. There's already a hero in this city. But little did Jack knew was that he gave inspiration to Quentin which lead day and night for Quentin to design his own costume, to perfect his own talent.

On the final day, Quentin Beck was satisfied. He took his long purple cape out, grinning before he grabbed his green armor which he put it on then placed his cape.

He then took a helmet that was a part of his design and put it on the top of his head. Quentin breathed in, letting out a content sigh as he grinned. It was complete. And he couldn't wait to try it out.

However, there was just one problem. Every villain and a hero has a name and Quentin needed one to cover up his real name. Beck made a thoughtful look as he paced back and forth, trying to come up with a unique name. A name that would define who he was.

Quentin stopped walking as a picture grabbed his attention. He narrowed his eyes as he took the picture frame and stared at the image; his hand suddenly being tightened. The portrait contained him and a girl that had blond and blue eyes who seemed to be a bit shorter than him. The two of them were just smiling and grinning from ear to ear, enjoying whatever happened in that moment.

"You know, Quentin. You really are mysterious—you're different from the rest of the kids here. And you know what? I think being different is a good thing and you shouldn't be ashamed as to who you truly are."

Quentin paused in his thoughts as the flashback suddenly gave an idea.

You really are mysterious.

That was it!

Unknowingly, Quentin's only friend had given him a name.

"I am Mystery," Quentin whispered but frowned. It didn't had a nice ring to it. If he wanted to wreak havoc across the city, he needed a good name—a name where it wouldn't be frowned upon. A name where it would show fear.

Quirking an eyebrow, Quentin sat back on his chair as he took out a pencil and a paper so that he began to brainstorm unique names. But as he did, the more he wrote down, it began to take a toll on him and he gave a frustrated roar. He really never had a patience for anything.

Cryptic…Enigmatic…

"No! NO!" Quentin yelled. He breathed heavily, putting his hands on the table as he stared at it.

Right there was when Quentin suddenly had an idea. The idea which sparked in his head.

"Mysterio," Quentin whispered as his grin grew wider. That was it. That was the name of what he will go by. He chuckled quietly but before he would go out to the city to start his first mission, another plan came into his mind. He made a promise to himself that he would get his revenge.

Grinning madly, he used his newly designed costume that contained advanced technology. He teleported away, appearing back to his old studio.

"And…action!" the director yelled while being unaware that there was an intruder in the shadows, lurking.

All of a sudden, mist unexpectedly began to show up in the room which made the crowd gasp and chattering started to rise.

"What's this?!" the actor exclaimed before he screamed. "NO! GET IT AWAY FROM ME!"

An evil laugh showed up in the room as it enjoyed the chaos. As the figure appeared in the room, he narrowed his eyes which made the director widened his eyes in fear.

"What…what are you?!" he gasped.

The person cackled. "How cute that you do not remember. Of course, I'm not that recognizable now but let's just say that an old friend came to visit."

The director stared blankly at him. "Old…friend?" he stuttered. "I don't—"

"OF COURSE YOU DON'T KNOW WHO THAT WAS!" the figure exploded. "YOU THREW HIM AWAY LIKE HE WAS GARBAGE! BECAUSE OF A STUNT HE PULLED WHERE HE THOUGHT IT WOULD STAND OUT!"

"Stunt…? My Lord!" the director widened his eyes with shock. "Beck? Quentin Beck? Is that really you? What happened?"

"WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT HAPPENED? YOU FIRED ME, THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED! YOU THOUGHT THAT I WAS WORTHLESS—"

"I didn—"

"LIES! YOU WERE ALWAYS A COWARD! AND NOW…you're going to pay," Quentin spoke in a menacing whisper.

"Wait, Beck. Let's talk this out—"

"Trying to weasel your way out?" he sneered. "How typical. You know, I always thought you were a weasel."

And then, Quentin fired an energy projection at him but before it could even hit him, something swooped by and it managed to pull the director out of the way. The energy struck the wall, allowing it to crumble down.

"Who dares?!" Quentin snarled.

"I did, naturally. You've got to stop this," a voice said in the shadows.

"NEVER!"

"It's your last warning."

Quentin snarled. "Give it your best shot."

Like that, Quentin barely had the time to avoid the attack as he suddenly got wrapped in a cocoon of webs and then the newcomer vanished from out of sight. Howling with rage, Quentin tore apart the webs with his energy projection as he narrowed his eyes, trying to find the pest.

However, he was gone.

Quentin snarled heavily as he let out another rage of scream.

"I WILL FIND YOU AND WHEN I DO, YOU CAN EXPECT TO SUFFER THAT WILL BE FAR WORSE THAN DEATH!"

With that, Mysterio vanished from sight and no one heard from him again.

Author's Note: Because 'anger management' is at its finest *ahem* but hey guys! Guess whose baacckkk? That's right. ME! We're gonna get long chapters, some good stuff, some epic stuff, action—okay, well you get the idea XD there aren't really new characters in here except for the new villain and that's about it for newbies. But yeah…I've also did research for Becks while also including some of my own twists as well. What happens next? Find out! Toodles!