Manhattan, New York
11:22 P.M.
Power.
It's really a simple word, but it's meaning is worth so much more than that.
Power rules kingdoms, brings down kings, and even controls the destruction of the world.
But to me…power means so much more--
"Help me!"
'A guy just can't monologue peace can they?' thought a shadowy figure. Jumping down from the spire of a building he pulled a somersault. As he dropped, he pressed his middle and ring finger against the palm of his hand triggering a silvery-white substance to shoot from his wrist and hit the side of building.
The figure slowed his descent with a line of the substance as he landed in an alley where two men had a woman pressed against the wall at knife-point.
"This doesn't look like any kind of date I've seen." said the figure.
Suddenly one of the pulled the woman into a headlock, pressing the knife against her throat, "Stay back pal! One step closer and I slice this pretty throat of hers wide open!"
The figure shot another line of the substance at the armed thug an slammed him into opposite wall and splattered a web of the substance against the wall, pinning the thug in his place.
"It's Spider-Man!" Cried one of the men.
The figure stepped into the light revealing himself. The best way to describe him was well…a ghetto version of the famous Web Slinger. The color scheme was different but the large spider painted on the front of his jacket. He was dressed in dark blue thermals a sleeveless scarlet hoodie which looked rather worn out. He also wore black fingerless gloves, with metal-looking wristbands on each hand.
The only reason he was mistaken for Spider-Man was due to large spider on his chest and the bulging eyes that were really goggles.
"What's the matter Web-Head? Your regular PJ's in the wash?" asked one of the men, totally unsure that this guy was the real deal or just some loser.
"Look I'm not the Spider-Man you know and love, in fact, I'm quite different." said the doppelgänger but…his voice was all wrong. From the media, Spider-Man sound like well, a man! But this guy's voice was a lot higher and cracked halfway through a sentence like a teen going through puberty.
At this, the crook smiled as he pulled a gun from his holster and aimed it at the vigilante. "Look here, a Fanboy ready to play dress up in a shitty costume. Was the web pattern too hard?" He taunted.
The Hero then fired a web at the crook's hand, sticking right to it before yanking the gun right out of his hands and pulling it into his own.
He'd hoped too soon.
The Hero examined the gun and smiled under his mask then pointed the gun back at it's owner. Suddenly the crook facing the barrel lost all confidence and bladder control.
"W-what?! B-but you're a hero! You obviously look up to the Web-Head, right?" said the crook.
"Look at you begging for mercy." The imposter's arm lowered, easing the thug's nerves slightly, "But as I said, I'm different." Suddenly he pointed the gun downward and fired two rounds into the man's knee.
The thug cried out in pain as he clutched his injured limb. The Spider-Man look-alike webbed the gun to a wall before crouching down.
"Call an ambulance!" cried the thug.
"Not until I get answers!" the hero growled. He grabbed the man by his hair and held him up to eye level. He then pulled out a mugshot of a man with short white hair and menacing brown eyes, "You know this guy?"
"I-I--" Suddenly the hero let the man's head hit the ground before a strong punch connected with his jaw. A loud *CRUNCH* rang through the air as his nose broke send blood pouring out.
The Hero pulled him back up by his hair again and thrusted the photo in his face, "If you don't start fucking talking I'll pound your face into the fucking pavement."
"I don't know! I-I swear to g-god man!"
The Hero dropped the man, leaving him bleeding out on the pavement. "Be sure to tell your buddies I'm coming for them."
He stood up and as he did, a police cruiser pulled up in front of the alley. An officer got out of the car, gun drawn.
"Freeze Spider-Man! You're under arrest!"
The doppelgänger growled, "There are two things I hate!" He leapt into the air flipping onto the cruiser behind the cop, "It's guns," Firing a web into the barrel as the cop pulled the trigger caused the gun to explode, taking a few fingers with it, "and being mixed up with Spider-Man!"
With another web, he hung the officer from a lamp post.
"Have a wonderful evening officer." said the hero. He fired off another web High into the buildings until he felt it catch onto something. Jumping into the air, the web line tugged him along, leaving the scene a single note dropped from him as he soared into the night.
Just handled your problem, You're Welcome.
-Kid Arachnid
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Forrest Plateu, Queens
12:56 A.M.
Dropping onto a roof the vigilante sighed. 'Another night wasted on bullshit thugs.' He got down on all fours and started moving towards an open window.
Climbing inside, he found himself in a teen's bedroom with posters of the Avengers and Spider-Man filling up a bulletin board as well as newspaper clippings.
But there was a wanted poster of the man from the photo with a red circle around it. As well as pictures of two pictures of two cops and a black and white photo of a man But right beside it was an article from the Daily Bugle.
Veteran Police Officer Arrested for Corruption and Murder
Just seeing that made him sick.
He pulled off his mask showing the face of a boy no older than twelve or thirteen with dark green eyes and messy brownish-blonde hair stuck to his forehead due to sweat.
Uncle Will… my best friend, my dad… is currently sitting in prison for a crime he did not commit. He was set up.
But whoever did it must've split town as soon as possible but I'm not gonna stop looking.
The boy removed his suit and shoved it in his backpack before putting on his pajamas. He opened his bedroom door and walked downstairs to see light spilling into the living room from the kitchen.
'What's he doing up?' The boy stood at the entrance of the kitchen to see his other uncle leaning over the counter.
"You don't have to wait up for me you know Russ."
Russell Hoover was what you call a distinguished man. Standing at 6'0" with a somewhat chubby build and a mop of red hair and a thick moustache coupled with gentle grey eyes, it was hard to tell he was approaching his 60's. Russ whirled around with a stern face. "Where were you?!"
"I was out." Said the boy opening the fridge.
"Doing what?"
"Felt cramped. I went on a walk." Pulling a bottle of water from the fridge he cracked it open and to a few gulps.
"For three and half hours?!" Russ growled.
"It was a long walk."
"Finnegan Hoover you better tell me where the hell you went!" Russ shouted.
"I told you, I went on a walk!"
"Stop fucking lying to me William!"
Finn blinked a few times in shock. Was he even seeing him?
Russ scowled at his nephew until…his rage just vanished. Slumping into a chair he buried his head in his hands. "I'm sorry…I-I didn't mean to yell…"
Finn took a seat beside the older man, "This isn't about me, is it?"
"I don't know any more. With Will gone I can barely function." Russ said, lowering his hands.
"But you think he's innocent right?" Finn asked.
Russ smiled sadly before placing a hand atop of the boy's head. "Of course I do and I promise I'm still doing all I can to fix it."
'So am I.' Finn thought.
See, I've donned the mask for maybe a month and a half. I'd known about my powers since the accident a month prior.
I can remember that day like yesterday…
2 Months Ago
Trask Towers, Manhattan N.Y.
2:15 P.M.
"Welcome class, to Trask Towers, the third leading in innovation after Stark Industries and OsCorp." said Dr. Connors, a middle aged man with messy black hair and blue eyes, framed by glasses. Dressed in formal attire he lead a group of students through the large laboratory.
Finn looked around in amazement. "Would you look at the place Debra. Everything we could ever dream is right in front of us."
"Speak for yourself Finn, I've got my eyes set on OsCorp." Debra White was only an inch shorter than her companion with long blonde hair that dropped towards the middle of her back, and brown eyes.
"Really now? Do you really want to work there? Or is it because of Harry?" Finn teased.
Debra's face turned a bright red as she turned away.
"See! I knew you had a thing for him!" Finn said.
"Shut up! It's not my fault that he's good looking." Debra growled.
"Now class, can any of you tell me what this machine here does?" asked Dr. Conners, gesturing to a machine that was suspended from the ceiling.
It looked akin to a blaster of some sort as it fired a blue beam of light into a cage of rats.
Finn's hand shut up immediately.
"Ah, Mr. Hoover, I'd love to hear your input." Dr. Connors said.
"It's a Neogenic Recombinator. You take the DNA of something like…an angel fish for example, which has the ability to regenerate cells on command. You can take this ability and give it to a blind and deaf woman with Alzheimer's and that's that…she's curing herself." Finn explained.
"Yeah you just need to look passed the the gills on her neck." said one student.
"Brilliant explanation Finn. That's why I wish to show this." Dr. Connors produced an empty glass box. Suddenly his face paled.
"You okay sir?" asked one of the students.
"We've got a Code Blue! Escaped specimen!" Dr. Connors shouted.
Suddenly an alarm began to sound as several men in Trask hazmat suits filed out into the lab. All the doors suddenly locked down.
"W-what's going on?!" Debra asked.
"One of our genetically modified spiders escaped." Dr. Connors said.
No sooner than he said that, a girl screamed as she noticed a rather large spider on her chest.
"Kill it!"she shrieked.
"Got it!"
"Where'd it go?!"
"Right there, step on it!"
"I lost it!"
Feeling a tickling sensation on his hand, Finn looked down in horror to see a red and blue spider with an X on it'a abdomen on his hand. He froze just before the Arachnid reared back and it down on his hand.
Finn cried out in pain as he shook the spider off his hand. His vision began to swim and his hearing became muffled. He dropped to the ground as a group of people crowded around him.
Then it all went black.
Present Time
Forrest Plateu, Queens
Yep. The next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital with Uncle Will and Uncle Russ.
Next thing I knew, I was strong, stronger than ever. But I had no use for my powers so they stayed under wraps until well, it happened.
One Month Ago
Forrest Plateau Queens
12:30 P.M.
Finn started to walk downstairs when he heard sobbing. Raising a brow the boy hurried down the stairs and saw the scene that unfolded before him.
Sitting at the table were his uncles, a detective and two uniformed officers.
Will looked to be in rough shape. He had a piece of gauze taped to his cheek, a large slice across his nose, and a black eye.
"Officer Hoover, where were you last night?" asked the detective.
"I told you, I jumped by two other officers." Will said.
"Care to explain why these documents were found in your desk?" asked the detective as he threw a stack of papers in front of him.
Will's face paled.
"Not to mention we have an two eyewitnesses who say you murdered George Stacy."
"Now that's a load of bullshit! My husband wouldn't do anything to jeopardize his job!" Russ snapped.
"Russ, relax." Will said, rubbing his partner's back, "What are charges?"
"Corruption, Extortion, and Murder in the first degree."
Russ opened his mouth to say something but Will just squeezed his hand to silence him.
It was over. Will was pressed against the wall as he was cuffed. That's when Russ noticed him in the doorway.
"W-what's going on?" Finn asked
It was at this moment, his world crumbled.
All right everyone, I hope you enjoyed this intro to Kid Arachnid. If you enjoyed, leave a review and maybe favorite, I live for attention.
I'll see you all next time!