Spider-Man:
Slaughter of Saviors
Chapter 1:
Freedom's Arrest
New York City, a standing legend known to all the world as a place of freedom. To Peter Parker, it was an honor to live there. To Spider-Man, it was nothing more than a personal playground, but he never disrespected the place. Besides, it would kill his reputation if he did. After all, he was "Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!" he thought as he swung past Times Square.
Suddenly, at that moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw it. A shadow creeping by Empire State. He swung over to inspect. It wasn't Venom. His powerful Spider Sense could tell him the creature wasn't a local, but it wasn't strong enough to warn him of the knife. The knife that was suddenly protruding through his chest.
He awoke with a start. He struggled for a second, only to scream in agony from a sharp pain deep inside his rib cage. Not only had he been stabbed through the chest, but he was chained from head to toe to a table. His eyes darted back and forth. He was alone in a dimly lit room. He tried to break free, but the chains wouldn't budge.
"It's no use, those bonds could hold over ten thousand pounds." Peter turned his head swiftly to the left to see a man with gray hair, who spoke in a thick French accent.
"But I'm The Amazing Spider-Man, no chain can hold me!" he thought to himself. As if the man could read minds, he said,
"Even you, Monsieur Peter, cannot unbind what has been bound." Peter gave the man a stare of fury for what seemed like hours and then finally glanced away. For a moment, he thought he saw the man give him a look of sympathy, but it must have been a trick of the light.
"When I unbind these chains," the man spoke suddenly, "I need you to listen to me before you do something you'll regret." The moment the chains loosened, he sped off without hesitation, only to be tazed by the old man.
"Stupid boy!" he spat. "Can you not tell when one intends to spare your life?"
"You want to talk about sparing my life?! Then let me go you old creep!"
"ENOUGH! YOU ARROGANT BOY, I HAVE MORE COMMON KNOWLEDGE THAN WHATEVER LIES WITHIN THAT THICK SKULL OF YOURS! IF YOU WANT TO CONTINUE TO BREATHE THE AIR AROUND YOU, THEN HOLD YOUR TONGUE!"
There wasn't any other option. Peter nodded his head to show he was listening.
"What do you want me to do?" he sputtered.
"You do what they ask. You do not hesitate. And if you fail to do as such, then your fate I cannot discuss."
Peter was looking at a nearby window, the outside view was obscured by curtains. He was itching to ask the question he wanted to know since he'd first got there.
"Where am I?"
The old man had an expression of great pain etched across his face. The curtains swept away.
"OH MY GOD."
"Peter Parker…. I say this with the greatest of pleasures. WELCOME TO HELL."