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Ultimate Spider-Man
Chapter 1: Orphan
Richard Parker stood next to his wife, Mary, at the airport. Behind them, Edward Brock Sr. and his wife were entrenched in conversation. Richard was standing there with his briefcase tucked his arm. The Brocks passed through the security terminal, and then Mary followed behind them. Richard, however, stood on the other side, staring intently at his ticket.
"Richard, honey," Mary called back to him, "Aren't you coming?" The Brocks stopped and turned around.
Richard didn't look up at his wife. Instead, he kept looking at his ticket before responding, "I…I can't, Mary. You of all people should know that."
Mary turned around and looked at Edward Brock Sr., who merely shrugged. "Richard, please, be rational about this. Whether you approve of it or not, Trask is going to re-create the suit. Now, if we just go to Chicago and sign the contract, at least we can own a little piece of all this."
"It's not right, Mary," Richard called back through the terminal. "I created the Venom Project to help people! It isn't a weapon!"
Ed placed his suitcase down and tried to rationalize with his partner. "Richard, no one likes the way this mess turned out…but if there's anyone who deserves to be working on this thing, it's you."
"Edward, please, I'll handle this," Mary replied to him. "Richard, get on this plane! Are you forgetting that I can sign this contract as well? So either you get on this plane with us, or you can stay here with your idealistic fantasies!" Her tone suddenly changed. She was no longer trying to reason with him.
Richard looked up at his wife. He sighed deeply to himself before passing through the terminal. Everyone picked up their suitcases and continued boarding the plane.
Edward stayed back and put a hand on Richard's shoulder. "Richard, let's face reality. We're broke and they have all of our data. There's nothing else we can do here."
Richard and Mary didn't say one word to each other during the entire flight. "Mary," Richard pleaded, "You have to understand. This is my life's work. I just hate to see it ruined all because we signed the wrong contract with the wrong people!"
Mary didn't respond. Instead, she turned away from him and crossed her arms. Even though Richard couldn't see it, one solitary tear was rolling down her cheek.
In the middle of the flight, Ed got up and went to the bathroom with his briefcase. Once inside, he locked the door and opened his briefcase. Inside was a single vial with a sample of the suit inside it. Ed took the cork off, and let the contents of the vial drip onto his palm.
Edward Brock Sr. thought he could control the suit. After all, he had worked on it all these years. Unfortunately, he failed to remember that the suit was based off Richard's DNA. As soon as the suit began to slide up his arm, Ed could tell that something was wrong.
The entire cabin could hear the sounds of thumping and screaming coming from the bathroom in the rear of the plane. Richard turned around and saw that Ed's seat was empty. Richard unbuckled his seat belt and began to rise from his seat.
A flight attendant walked over and told him to sit. "I'll handle this, sir. Please remain seated," she told him in an emotionless voice. The flight attendant then strolled down the aisle, making her way to the rear of the plane. She knocked lightly on the bathroom door, asking, "Sir, is everything alright in there?"
A sullen voice responded back, "Go away…I don't want to hurt anyone!"
"Sir, if you'll please, I can get something for you if it will help," she replied, trying to be courteous despite her confusion.
"No…no…nothing, just leave me!" the voice said, becoming more agitated.
Another flight attendant came to over to find out what was wrong. "What's happening here?"
"This man has locked himself in the bathroom, and he refuses to come out," the first attendant explained.
"Allow me," the second attendant said, moving the other woman out of the way. "Sir, can we help you in any way?"
She was greeted by silence until a blood-curdling noise rang out through the cabin.
"NNYYAAAAARRGH!!"
The lock clicked open, and Edward burst out wearing the Venom suit. Tendrils were flailing everywhere and two of them whipped the two flight attendants, causing them to go flying through the cabin.
The entire cabin turned in horror as they looked at the monster. But one person in particular was more frightened than anyone else: Richard Parker. "Edward! What have you done?!"
"Richard!" the monster called out in a deep, evil voice. "I didn't want to let them take it away! But now, I can't control it!" Edward wasn't lying. The suit's tendrils were whipping around, destroying the cabin. "I can't stop it, Richard! It needs your DNA! It needs you!" Then, a tendril lashed out and grabbed Richard. Richard was then sucked into the suit and the last noise most of the people heard was the sound of Richard's screams and the monster's roar.
The plane was severely damaged by the suit. Its tendrils had torn the back of the plane apart. The pilots tried to maneuver a last-second landing, but it failed. A couple of passengers survived long enough to see the ambulance. One of them was Mary Parker.
Mary and the others were taken to the hospital, but it was too late. By the time the ambulance reached the emergency ward, Mary was dead. She had died on their way to the hospital.
Richard and Mary had a six year-old son named Peter. He was staying with his Aunt May and his Uncle Ben while his parents were on their business trip to Chicago. Peter was coloring a picture of a dinosaur when the phone rang.
Ben picked it up. "Parker residence, Ben speaking," he answered. "What about them? Oh my…are they sure that…well, I just can't believe…ok then. Thank you, goodbye." Ben hung up the phone slowly.
May entered the room. "Who was on the phone?" she asked her husband. "Ben? What's wrong?"
Ben whispered in her ear, and May began to cry uncontrollably. Peter was too young to realize what was going on. He looked over at his aunt and uncle as they embraced each other. Peter had no idea that he was an orphan. Rather, he turned back and continued to color the dinosaur innocently.
Somewhere on the other side of Queens, Eddie Brock Jr. was receiving the news that his parents weren't coming home ever again. Eddie was four years older than Peter, but he was still old enough to understand that his life would never be the same.
