Spider-man 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-man, Carnage, the Lizard or any affiliated characters.
Part 1
Things come together, and things push away. Things bring life and things take it away. My name is Peter Parker, and I have a wonderful life. I'm engaged to be married to the most beautiful girl in the world, my alter ego, Spider-man is still the most loved hero, and I've become my proffesor's assistant. I feel fine. No Supervillians have been around since Marko and Brock. But I just get this feeling that something bad is going to happen. Like this is all shortlived.
Peter Parker walked along the road. He looked at the towering building in front of him, the Daily Bugle. He walked over and pushed open the door.
"Parker!" J Jonah Jameson shouted.
"Here Mr Jameson." Peter came in.
"I need pictures. Pictures of Spider-man's new hired hitman."
"Mr Jameson, Spider-man's a hero!" Peter argued. It was no good.
"Shut up. He's a villian. And now he's hired this Custard Kassady guy." Jameson looked out the window, "Three policemen mowed down by that Uzi wielding maniac."
"Mr - "
"Pictures!" Jameson roared. Peter nodded and left his office. He had to go see Doctor Connors anyway. He walked out the door of the building.
Doctor Curt Connors pulled out a spoon. He dipped it into a glass test tube of tranlucent lime green liquid. He was in his lab, which was unorganized and messy. On the table he was working on, there was a glass jar. Inside a black object crawled about. At first glance it would have been mistaken for a spider. But it wasn't. It was the last remenants of a symbiote. The main lump had been destroyed.
Peter looked up at the terrifying beast before him. It was the symbiote, but what it truly looked like. It lunged, but Peter hit one of the pipes, and it was thrown back. He pulled a pumpkin bomb from Harry's glider and tossed it. Eddie's face twisted into a sad but angry face.
"Peter! What are you doing! No!" He threw himself at the symbiote, which began to slither over him again, but then an explosion engulfed him and the symbiote. Eddie Brock Jr. and the Symbiote disintegrated. Peter felt guilty. He could have saved Brock.
Connors looked at it, scurrying about. It was almost willing him to open the jar and dip his fingers in it. He did open it, but for a different reason. He snipped a part off, and dropped it in the test tube of green stuff. The liquid clouded, but then the blackness merged it and turned it dark green. Then Connors heard a clang. He turned abruptly and saw the jar on it's side. Thank god the lid was - It wasn't. He had forgot to put it back. And the sample was gone, too. Connors couldn't see it anywhere. This meant trouble.