Ultimate Genesis: Spider-Man #1
Written By Mick Edwards
"Fortnight"
A single figure leaped from roof top to roof top, his lithe body covered in an all black costume with a white spider design on his chest. He stopped at the edge of the National Savings and Loan, and looked down at two men wearing tuxedos and ski masks whom ran out with money satchels slung over their shoulders. The figure fired a thin, silk-like substance from his wrist, and snatched one of the bank robbers, hoisting him up with unbelievable strength. The other bank robber turned around after he stashed his satchel in a beat up Chevy, and pulled his ski mask off.
"Dave?" he said. A silk-like web covered him, and he was hauled off his feet fromthe streets up into the night air, letting out a yell for help.
Early morning, it was a school day for the students of Midtown High School. Eugene Thompson walked through the front doors with his books slung under his arm, and he yawned. Next to him, Peter Parker came in yawning and bumped into Eugene; Eugene shoved him into a locker.
"Watch where you're going, Parker!" he said; a dark look in his eyes.
"Sorry...Flash."
"You better be," he said; waving off the bookworm.
Both went their separate ways to their first period classes. Jessica Jones walked up the steps just after the second bell rang, and palmed her face; a look of frustration on her face.
"Why me?" she asked herself, and raced to class.
Across town, in a skyscraper belonging to Fireheart Enterprises; a group of men and women sat around a round table watching a holographic replay of last night's foiled bank robbery. The hologram showed in great detail of the skill, athleticism, and power of the nightly vigilante who had been leaving a web of mystery all across New York. Thomas Fireheart, the CEO and owner, pressed a button after he felt he had seen enough, and gestured for the lights to be turned back up.
"What does everyone think?" he asked.
"This, vigilante is terrifying, yet exciting at the same time."
"Agreed, Domnall?" said Thomas.
"I think, that he, or she if that maybe the case is a freak," said another. "I despise muties, Thomas, this you know apart from hatred of homosexuals."
"This wall-crawler's sexuality is not in question, Adelene."
"It IS, Domnall," said Adelene glaring at him. "We can't market a homosexual to children!"
"I haven't even broached the subject of marketing him or her, Adelene."
Everyone looked down the table at Adelene, and she looked at her feet. Thomas leaned back in his seat, and crossed his legs.
"Not only that," said Raja. "But if you haven't noticed, homosexuality is the in thing despite your preferences."
"He may not even be a homosexual anyways," said Domnall.
"He maybe a she for all we know."
"Raja has a point and so does Domnall," said Thomas with a smile crossing his face. "She could be quite beautiful too."
"Whether it is a he, or not, it would be foolish not to capitalize on the potential income for our publishing and media divisions," said Raja
"Agreed," said Thomas leaning closer to the table. "We cast a headline that says SPIDER-MAN: MAN OR MYTH?"
"Followed by our news networks showing the clip we got," said Domnall with a smile forming on his face as the idea really struck him. "Our ratings will soar!"
"Why Spider-Man?" asked Adelene, a confused look on her face.
"In case our vigilante is a guy," said Thomas, his face stiffening. "I don't want to call our vigilante Spider-Woman and be made a laughing stock."
"But, what if it is a woman?" asked Domnall.
Thomas rubbed his head, "Then I will eat the first edition for making such a blunder..."
The board members got up, and left to make the necessary arrangements. Thomas stewed for a moment, or two longer, then left as well.
The moon couldn't rise quickly enough for some, a black clad figure leaped across the roof tops using a swing line, or two to clear some distances. But, when he saw the promotional board that said, Tonight at 9'clock; the story about Spider-Man!
The man behind the mask smiled, and leaped to another roof before he broke into a run. He tapped the mic in his inner and said, "Hey PP, I just saw something you wouldn't believe."
"Oh, what's that?" said Peter Parker, the affronted PP, watching his mystery partner clear the distance between the Daily Bugle and Macy's department store through the miniature camera in his suits belt buckle.
"The media just dubbed me, Spider-Man," he said with a grin. "Can you believe it?"
"You're kidding?" asked Peter, a look of surprise forming on his face. He checked the Internet headlines and sure enough found it. "Whoa..."
"Whoa, indeed."
"So, what's tonight's agenda?" asked Peter.
"Just the regular patrol," said Spider-Man. He landed on balcony over looking an electronics store belonging to Phineas Mason. "Hrm..."
"What is it?"
"You know that shop on Huxley, the one that belongs to the old man who calls himself the Tinkerer?" asked Spider-Man.
"Yeah?" asked Peter. "Why?"
"Well, the lights are on, and according to the sign, it's supposed to be closed."
Spider-Man jumped down to the wall above the door, and crawled down where he opened the door easily. He peeked inside, dropped to the sidewalk and walked inside. Several shelves were knocked over and the cash register was smashed. Spider-Man walked over to it and examined it, finding a large hand print on it. He turned upon hearing someone yelp for help.
"HELP!"
He ran as fast as his legs could carry him into a back room where he saw a lumbering mountain of muscle standing over the Tinkerer. Spider-Man tightened his fists and leaped onto the wall so that he could sneak up on the big man, and leave the Tinkerer safe.
"Hand it over, Phineas!" said the heavily muscled man. "I didn't come all of this way for nothin'."
"I know you didn't Henry!" said Phineas said with fear.
"Don't call me that, my name is Bulldozer now!"
"Is that why you were that ridiculous helmet?" asked a voice from the shadows.
"Who said that?" asked Bulldozer, as he looked around.
Smooth move, Spidey.
"Shut up, PP."
Don't blame me if he shoves your head up your rectum.
"Come out you coward!" said Bulldozer. He stepped forward into the light revealing his yellow and and silver costume with the bucket shaped helmet.
There was a long silence, and Bulldozer wondered if he had really heard another voice. A thick, silk-like strand took hold of his foot, and yanked him off of his feet.
"Whooooa!" said Bulldozer, tittering back and forth on the silk-like strand. "What's going on?"
Spider-Man dropped down to the floor with Phineas behind him and Bulldozer in front of him, both noticed the large white spider motif. He turned to Phineas, and lowered his hand. Phineas took it begrudgingly.
"Are you all right?" asked Spider-Man, a hint of concern in his voice.
"Yes, I'm fine, but you won't be."
A wrecking ball hit Spider-Man in the back, sending him toward the far wall near the exit, but instead of hitting it, he landed on it with practiced ease. A masked black man entered, and turned to Bulldozer ignoring to check on his partner.
"Help me down, Thunderball!"
"I should have sensed that coming," said Spider-Man. He flattened his back against the wall.
There's still a lot we don't know about your danger sense, Spidey.
"Who is he talking to?" asked Thunderball, helping Bulldozer down. "Is he a schizo or something?"
"Very funny," said Spider-Man, firing a silk-like glob into Thunderball's face.
"You okay, Eliot?" asked Bulldozer, trying to pull the silk-like glob from Thunderball's face.
"Don't use real names!" said a man with a crow bar and a purple ski mask on his face. He charged toward Spider-Man, and smashed a large hole in the wall, right at the spot where Spider-Man used to be.
"Wow, you guys are dense, literally."
Cut the wise cracks, Spidey, these guys don't look like push overs.
"Please, these guys are bush leagues!" said Spider-Man with the three, super tough hoodlums watching him.
"He really is a schizo," said Thunderball.
"Yeah, well, I'll beat the nuttiness out of him."
"Go for it Di-I mean Wrecker!"
Wrecker swung his crow bar at Spider-Man's waist, but Spider-Man leaped over the wide blow, and caught hold of the ceiling. He shot a glob of the silk-like webbing from his wrist and it caught Wrecker right in the face, temporarily blinding him. Two strands shot out next, which nabbed the front collars of Thunderball and Wrecker, and they were pulled forward right into Spider-Man's fists. After they slumped to the ground, Spider-Man kicked Wrecker across the jaw, and pried the crowbar from his hands to use it in knocking Wrecker out.
With all three of them unconscious, he created a silk-like net on a street lamp and stuck them inside of it. He walked back inside, only to find Phineas gone, the sounds of sirens were fast approaching. He fled out the back into the night.
The television played the digital footage of the night before where Spider-Man single handily stopped a bank robbery. Peter shut off the computer, and turned to his mystery partner whom still had his costume and mask on. A sigh escaped his lips, and he lowered his head.
"I imagine they're going to be following me quite closely," said Spider-Man.
"You sound disappointed?" asked Peter.
"Are you kidding?" asked Spider-Man, a sense of joy in his voice. "I love it, now if only I can get a spot on the Jay Leno show!"
"Quiet, man, do you want to draw unwanted attention from my aunt?"
"No, sorry..." said Spider-Man, his shoulders slumped. "Well, I best get going."
"Why, it's still late out?"
"Because, unlike you, I have responsibilities!"
Those words held in the air after Spider-Man left, and Peter lowered his head.
"Yeah, whatever..."
"Yuh, whatever..." said Spider-Man, echoing the mocking tone.
He leaped out the window and fired a silk-like web line and swung away from the two story house. Peter turned away from the window, and looked at the diagram on his computer. He steepled his hands together and leaned back in his computer chair.
Thomas looked at the footage over and over again. The agility, strength, speed left the businessman awestruck. He began to wonder how he could acquire such powers, when he heard a voice behind him and a trail of mist began to envelop the room.
"You seek power, don't you?"
"Who is there?" asked Thomas, his eyes narrowing while scanning the mist. "I'm an expert in Kenpo and I will thrash you good, if you don't know what's good for you."
Laughter erupted in the room, and then a figure emerged, wearing green with a long purple cape. His head was aflame and the flame was a neon color. The only noticeable trace of humanity was the glowing eyes.
"Who are you?" asked Thomas, his hands at his side, unclenched, but ready at a moment's notice.
"Please, your fists mean nothing to me."
"I asked you a question," said Thomas. "Who are you?"
"My name is immaterial, what's important is why I came here."
"What do you want?" asked Thomas, his brow furrowed.
"What you want," he said, his eyes pulsing. "Spider-Man."
Thomas jaw lowered in surprise, but then tightened. A devious smile formed on his face.
"Well, then, let's talk business."
SPIDER'S WEB: Hello everyone, I know some of you were fans of my Ultimate Spider-Man First and Second Genesis series; so you are probably wondering why this new one. I just lost confidence in the last series trying to explain what I thought were mistakes, and what not. This one I'm just doing for fun, and I'm not going to fret over mistakes. You will probably see an Ultimate Genesis: X-Men series pop up, which will replace Ultimate X-Men Genesis. There will be a definite difference in the X-Men series just as there is in the Spider-Man books, as you will see if I start an Ultimate X-book.
This will be fun, and I hope you enjoy Ultimate Genesis: Spider-Man!
8/14/09
-Mick
