A/N: Sorry for the tiny chapter, but I had to get this one out, it's been clawing its way out of my head for a while. Expect an update very soon.
It was all over the headlines. Mysterious and gruesome murders rock New York City. And every agency, police force, and detective was at a loss. Even Spider-Man.
Spider-Man swings through the asphalt jungle of New York City with one single thought in his head "Who is committing these murders?" And this question lead to one more, "Will I be able to stop him?" Tired of searching for the day, he returns to his apartment and finally, the weary Spider sleeps.
"That was a great movie!"
"Eh, it was a stupid chick flick..."
A young couple walks from the late night movie to their nearby home.
"Look! The sky, it's beautiful!"
The star-crossed lovers are caught enraptured by the starry sky when they see a dark figure suddenly swing across the view.
"W-What was that?"
"It was probably Spider-Man on his nighttime rounds...let's go."
They walk down the street, laughing as young couples do, when they see the same dark figure from before, in entirely black standing over someone bruised and bloody, with gashes all over.
"H-Hey man, what are you doing?" And then steeling himself, the boyfriend calls out, "You need to get the fuck out of here, I'm about to call the cops."
Slowly and silently, the black figure turns around and reveals a hideous grin.
