Author's note: So for the first time, I'm writing two stories at once. Which could be good, or could turn out horribly and neither gets finished…but we gotta keep optimistic…anyway, here's the first chapter to the sequel to Amazing Fantasy: Spider-Man. Yeah, I know. I really didn't wait that long for the next one, but what can I say? I really liked writing the last one and I already got many ideas for this one.

Before we start, I'd like to thank everyone who followed the previous story and favorite'd it as well. Without you, I wouldn't be writing this sequel right now. Also…if you haven't read the last one before reading this one, I'd really suggest you do considering they're both going to be interconnected…this won't be much but a small prologue to the first arc of the story. Just as a heads up, I'm planning this to be smaller than the last one, but maybe it'll be longer depending on things…alright let's start this up, and I hope you enjoy it.

It has been two years since the events of Amazing Fantasy: Spider-Man, everything dieddown after what many dubbed "The Osborn Incident." Since then, the spiders and friends spread across the country. Kaine moved to Houston, Otto vanished without a trace, Silk and Ben moved to Florida, where lizard-man sightings grew rampant, Anti-Venom and Black Cat moved to Los Angeles, Agent Venom and Carnage relocated themselves to Philadelphia, where they remained partners…a very uneasy partnership, but one nonetheless. Toxin moved from Manhattan to New York's mainland, and all that was left for the big apple was Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy…who lived in peace with the occasional crime stopping. Osborn himself was thrown into Ryker's Island, where he has yet to escape but Peter always fears the day he may corrupt the system from the inside like he did before…

We now flashback to 2 years and some months ago…

KRSH! A window shattered, and out came the Vulture and Kraven, grappling with one another, trying to prove dominance over each other. Kraven tried stabbing his knife into Vulture, but then the old coot just let go of him and he fell onto the ground.

He somehow…miraculously survived but that night had haunted him. So much so, that afterwards he just…vanished into obscurity to never be seen again. That is until two years afterwards. Kraven sat in the darkness of his mansion, all alone. He just stared down into his lap as lightning struck.

"I have been planning my greatest hunt for years now…" he thought to himself as he got up from his rather soft chair and loaded up his shotgun. "The Spider is my greatest prey. And to kill my prey…I must become my prey."

Kraven then reached onto the wall and grabbed a spider that was crawling by. He scarfed it down and gave a grin. His teeth were covered in spider bits and then he put on…Spider-Man's black costume. He put on the mask when he finally gave a screech into the sky.

"THE SPIDER IS MINE! THE SPIDER IS MINE! THE SPIDER WILL DIE!" he yelled to the top of his lungs as he looked at his wall of prizes. There were many pieces from various animals but one missing piece was in the center of the display. It was where his claimed prize from Spider-Man would go…but nothing was ever put there.

He scowled as he looked at the empty piece and he threw a spear at it. He began crawling on all fours while on the ground and howled like some kind of animal.

He got back up and then grabbed another spider, taking a quick bite from it before staring out the window. The skies were darkened…it was the dead of night, and the rain hit the window causing tiny 'tink tink tink' sounds against the window. Kraven just continued to stare out into the gray clouds, but then he gritted his teeth and put on the mask to complete the black Spider-Man outfit.

It was then and there he decided to take a dive right out the window, the rain was cold against the skintight black outfit, but he didn't care. To him it felt like the cold embrace of the hunt he enjoyed oh so much. This was the night he was going to do it. This is it, this was the night he was going to kill the spider.

He then looked at a gravestone he planted into the ground. Something was buried beneath. He kneeled down to the tombstone and placed his hand on it. Something was clearly buried within beneath where the tombstone was placed, but what?

Kraven grinned and said "I'll say hello to the girlfriend for you…" and he then got back up from kneeling and walked away from the stone.

Banging could be heard from beneath all the dirt and mud. Screaming could also be heard. The screaming of whoever was trapped beneath the dirt and was currently bound to die…stuck in a sarcophagus and a tombstone above the muck engraved with his name upon it.

Lightning struck and the light of the lightning made it very clear who was buried, still very much alive…

Across the tombstone was a marking that read "REST IN PIECE SPIDER-MAN – SLAYED BY THE HUNTER"

Deep beneath all the soil, Spider-Man was indeed in a coffin, banging against the door for dear life. He was screaming "LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!"

Nothing could be done he slowly gave up hope and realized "This is where I'm going to die…"

He lies alone in the coffin and could recall how this all began…

MERE HOURS BEFORE

Peter sat at the dinner table of his rather small sized apartment, eating cereal of all things at this time of night. His loving girlfriend, the lovely Gwen Stacy, walked over to him and smooched his cheek.

"So the end of the night comes, eh Pete?" Gwen asked him as she bent over the table and gave him a wide smile.

"Not quite." he said in a rather tuckered out tone "I'm hearing that some kinda rat man is out on the streets. I better stop him while the night is still technically young."

"Petey…" Gwen tried to convince, but Peter interrupted.

He began removing his clothes, and beneath was his Spider-Man outfit. He put on the mask and he said "I gotta go do this, Gwen…be safe."

"At least let me go with you!" She again tried to convince, but it didn't work. By the time she said that, Peter was gone.

BACK IN THE COFFIN

"If only I let you come with me, Gwen…" he thought to himself "But I didn't want you to get hurt…but if you did, I could have prevented this…"

Then he remembered back to only but an hour ago…

A MERE HOUR AGO

This is when it began raining Peter and this rat man-ish creature were struggling in a fight, slipping around in the mud and just generally trying to fight each other but it wasn't exactly easy. They grappled for a bit, but when Peter finally got the rat beast within his grasp, it didn't show a face of aggression…

It rather showed…a face of fear. The creature stirred around in Peter's grip, and it hissed. Peter picked it up, despite its struggles making it hard. He looked into the beast's red eyes and then saw something in the reflection. His spider-sense went off and he leapt above a bullet, but the creature wasn't so lucky.

The bullet went right through its chest and it screeched. Peter turned his head over to who shot it, and it was Kraven the Hunter.

"Well look what the rat dragged in…" he joked as he landed back onto the ground "How long has it been, Krave?"

Kraven snarled and laughed. "It has been 2 years since our last encounter at Roxxon. Rest assured my prey, this will be our last encounter."

Peter gave a cocky grin and said "Yeah. I doubt that."

Kraven then charged at him and Spidey shoved him into the mud. Kraven got back up and started grappling with him. Peter tried to fight back…but he couldn't. Kraven seemed much stronger than what he had been before. Our wall-crawling hero tried to push him away, but instead the mighty hunter shoved him into the mud and then tackled him.

For some reason…his spider-sense didn't work against Kraven. What was going on?! Before he could comment about this, he was being beaten to a pulp by the hunter! His red and blue costume became stained with dirt and blood, but he continued fighting on until Kraven did something unexpected.

He pulled out his knife and stabbed Spidey in the side, and then picked him up, slamming his face into a tombstone. Peter looked up, already feeling tired from how late it was…but being stabbed and being battered didn't make matters much better. What he saw on the tombstone shocked him, but…he couldn't help but pass out at this moment.

And when he next woke up…he found himself buried. Stuck within a coffin unable to break free, a knife stabbed into his side, and not having slept too long for the longest time. He began pounding the coffin's door, hoping someone…ANYONE…would hear him.

NOW

Peter continued lying in the coffin, feeling defeated. Would this be the end of Spider-Man? Had the Hunter finally slain the Spider?