Spider-Man: Search for Sanity
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Spider-Man characters
Chapter OneA dark figure sat sulking on top of the Daily Bugle offices. He flung a copy of their paper off onto the street below. The man fell onto his back and sighed. He had more bruises than he could count, and his exhaustion made him incapable to. The air seemed chilled and harder to breathe in than it had before. He laid his hand over his coved chest and sighed with frustration.
That last fight with Doctor Otto Octavious had left him wondering if he should continue his career as a super hero. Those eight arms lunged at him left and right, giving him nowhere to hide. Octavious wasn't the only crazed lunatic who hated Spider-Man, but he was one of the most deadly. The only thing Spider-Man could do at that last battle was flee when the time was right. J. Jonah Jameson, publisher of the Daily Bugle, would have a field day with this one. Spider-Man could just picture the title of the next issue of The Daily Bugle: "Spider-Man turns Yellow" or "Spider-Man Flees in the Face of Danger". J.J.J. always loved a good story when Spider-Man failed.
He got up and crawled secretly onto the side of the building, peering into windows as he went. Only a few people were still working tonight. Spider-Man finally made it to Jameson's window. He was puffing on a cigar, his feet up on his desk, while admiring his television screen that was showing Spider-Man's glorious defeat over and over again. All Spider-Man wanted was to barge through there and curse Jameson for running the name that should have meant hero. But he held back and swung off on a web line through the city.
It hurt to move his arms; Doc Ock sure did a number on him. Spider-Man leaped over a low edge and grabbed onto a flagpole sticking out in his way. He climbed on top of it and looked down at the people of the city. They were so innocent, so unsuspecting, and yet all that he did for them, they hated the very sight of his blue and read trademark tights. Yet, he still did it. He went on with is all, helping the ungrateful citizens. Now, why dose the Fantastic Four, or Captain America, get fame and respect? He's beaten dozens of super villains, and saved Johnny Storm, and teamed up with Captain America. He realized his head would explode of envy if he didn't cool down and except it. It was he against the world.
Suddenly, an alarm started blasting west of him. Finally, he thought. Maybe now I'll redeem myself! He bent down his middle and ring finger, spinning a thick, sticky web. He dropped down off the flagpole and headed towards the sound. A few thugs were robbing a jewelry store. Spider-Man set up his automatic camera as he leaped off his web line and met the three men in the street. "Who said you could start the party without me?" Spider-Man asked. "Get him!" A man in a brown ski mask yelled. The two in blue and black masks lunged at Spider-Man, but he hopped over them without a sweat. "We're gonna take you down, one way or another!" One in a blue mask cursed. "Really? Too bad, I feel like staying up today." Spider-Man laughed as he spun a heavy web and threw the guy back to the wall.
"I'm gonna smash you so bad, you'll go crying to your Mommy!" One yelled, swinging a pipe that must have broken loose somewhere. Spider-Man dodged the blow using his spider-sense. "Aw, you hurt my feelings! Now I'll have to cry myself to sleep while hugging my Elmo doll tonight!" Spider-Man said, knocking him in the head with his fist. The burglar fell to the floor hard, dropping the pipe. As it rolled past Spider-Man, he webbed the thug to the concrete. "Two down, one to go." Spider-Man said aloud. Just as his spider-sense tingled, he was hit in the back with the pipe. He fell onto the street in agony. It hit his worst bruise Doctor Octopus had given him, making the pain unbearable (You get hit in the back with a metal arm, and then will a leap pipe!). Spider-Man tried to get up, but he couldn't. "Say goodnight, Spider-Man." The thug laughed, batting the pipe with his hands. He raised it above his head, ready to attack, when he was lifted up into the air.
Spider-Man raised his head and looked up. Invisible Woman was doing it! He managed to sit up, moaning. "Let me give 'ya a hand, kiddo." He heard someone say. Spider-Man leaned his head back and looked behind him. "The Thing?" Spider-Man said, being picked up by the huge walking-rock. "Hey, Spidey! We saw you on the news." The Human Torch said, flying over. "News?" Spider-Man asked, standing upright now. News cameras were stationed all over. "Our headquarters isn't far from here. We saw you live, and I could tell that last fight with Doctor Octopus had still left its mark." Mr. Fantastic explained, stretching his way over. Spider-Man smacked his head with his palm. "Oy vey. A live broadcasting, and I get whipped." "We're glad you're okay, Wall Crawler." Invisible Woman said, after punching the thug out. "Thanks for your help, I guess." Spider-Man said, about to take off. Johnny Storm held onto his shoulder. "Aren't you gonna smile for the cameras?" He asked. "Nah, I hear the camera puts on ten pounds." Spider-Man joked.
Just then, one of the thugs got up and held out a gun. He pointed it to the news teams! "Looks like your punches didn't quite do it, sis!" Human Torch said. "Drop the gun, dude!" Spider-Man yelled. The thug didn't answer, just pointed the gun. Spider-Man had to act quickly, or lives could be lost! He quickly spun a web to the gun and yanked it out of the thug's grasp. He flung it over his head and tackled the man. "Say goodnight!" He said as he knocked him out cold with one punch. "Yow!" Spider-Man yelled, grabbing his sore muscles. "You saved us all!" A reporter cheered. For some reason, Spider-Man didn't feel in such a good mood. That reporter was for The Daily Bugle. "Yeah, well tell your boss I did something good for once." Spider-Man said, turning his back on the cameras.
The Human Torch came over to him. "You alright?" "I don't like cameras." Spider-Man told him. "Wanna race?" "Wow, that was random." Spider-Man replied. "Ready, set, go!" Johnny laughed. He screamed "FLAME ON!" As he flew over the buildings above them. "Hey, 'FLAME OFF'! You got a head start! Spider-Man said aloud as he chased after the Human Torch.
"Come back here, Flame Brains!" Spider-Man said, spinning web lines left and right to build up speed. He leaped over a building and saw Johnny Storm lying there. The building was dark, covered in shadows and surrounded by gargoyles. He landed with a thump and hurried over. "Smokey, you okay?" "Oh, no, Spider-Man, he's fine," Said a too familiar voice. "But you wont be around long enough to care." Doctor Otto Octavious stood up from his hiding place. Spider-Man walked back, shocked and scared. The Octopus laughed maniacally. "Let me introduce you to some of my new friends." The shadowy gargoyles that had been secretly watching them started to move. They hopped down into the only light on the rooftop to reveal themselves for who they really were. Spider-Man's spider-sense went crazy. Danger was coming from every direction. Finally, he was surrounded by the worst super villains he had ever faced.