Inheritance (Chapter -1- of -1-)
The moon glistens, along with the stars. A few clouds painted the sky as well blocking the moon but not impeding on its glow. There is a small mist accompanied by rain fall. However a much darker picture was being painted. One in which the paint could not be colored over. A scene of a story that could not be erased.
"Eddie we have to destroy it!" Peter shouted.
"No! I'm not letting you ruin our father's life's work, this is our inheritance Peter – we can't just throw it away like a god damned used napkin!" Eddie yelled, he went to seize Peter but was grabbed by him instead, and was raised into the air like a feather against rocks on a balance scale. Lack of power, the same lack of power he had to bring back his father, all he could do was try to honor his father's memory by completing his work.
"Eddie you don't understand the suit turns you into a monster. I have to destroy it. It's impossible to control." Peter explained. "I'm Spider-Man and even with my super human body I almost lost complete control of myself. It was a miracle that I made it out with my mind still intact." Peter went on further. Eddie didn't care that Peter revealed who he was, all he felt was hatred that his friend went behind his back by taking the suit and was about to destroy it too.
"I'm sorry Eddie." Peter apologized.
"…." Eddie was silent, his face had a look of distrust, anger, and defeat, as his head was aimed downward looking to the ground. He had spent months working on the goop in that flask, running experiments, adding other chemical agents to it, studying it's properties. But the worst part was that this was the original goop for the project that Eddie's father and Peter's father made. Eddie had a spare but that was his own sample that he made, not the one his father made, the one that was just about to be destroyed.
"I have to burn it Eddie." Peter said in a more stern voice. He had spent a week with the suit on, a week of him acting like a total arrogant, self-absorbed, thrill seeking lunatic. But on the final day… He was never going to live with himself the same after that final day. He had to fight internally to gain control of his body back that same day he messed up the worst way possible, and when he had gained control back it had been too late… Too late to undo what he had done just seconds ago. It had been four days since then and he couldn't stop thinking about it. It was all he ever thought about.
"Can't we keep it and test it until it can be controlled?" Eddie questioned.
"No… It has to go. I don't want to do it either Eddie. But this thing is evil, it turns you evil! It can't exist, it's up to us to make sure it never hurts anyone again. You understand right?" Peter questioned. Eddie knew that Peter was gonna burn it anyway, if he wanted revenge he'd have to go along with it.
"I do." Eddie lied. Peter's face lit up with a toothy grin, the first time a good-natured smile painted his face after a long while, unlike the smug ones the suit made him give. Peter left and disposed of the sample. After that he went straight home. Crawling the side of his house he entered through an open window. Shutting it behind him he went straight to sleep wanting to forget about today.
"yOu kiLleD mY uNCle bEn!" Roared the monstrosity Peter had turned into. An inky hulking creature with huge fangs. Just earlier he was just himself with a violet/black, and white suit that could have passed as one of his ordinary costumes if not for it's abilities.
"AAAAAAAAH!" Screamed the criminal who Peter was holding onto. One who had shot some kid's family member earlier.
"I WaNt mY liFe BaCK!" Yelled a Peter who had lost control. On the inside Peter wasn't mad at the criminal he was mad at the world for taking Uncle Ben away, for giving him powers only to have him have the burden of being New York's noble guardian, what power is it to not have the power to live a normal life. The one he was stuck with of course. This criminal hadn't killed Uncle Ben but he had potentially killed a little boys uncle, and that made Peter lose it, his mind a jumble, only remembering his own past. Forgetting why he had become a hero in the first place, for others. The suit had been deteriorating his mind into something rancid, but now it was finally unleashing itself.
"Please! I'm sorry."
"I wAnT tO HeAR yoU scREam!" Growled out the beast. Peter's mind was drained like pool and was then filled up with the inky poison that was Venom. He was gone. Raising a claw into the air, the moonlight was reflecting off the inky violet colored claws. The criminal's eyes widened in unrelenting terror as his impending doom readied itself a foot away from him.
"Peter no more, please!" Eddie Brock pled whilst inside the man's clothing. Peter slashed downward.
Peter jolted upward in his bed. He had let out a gasp of shock and surprise. A bad dream. A dream indeed, one that still happened in the past however despite the dream ending weirdly. What he didn't understand was why the dream turned the man into Eddie. Perhaps he really did kill Eddie, on the inside, he did destroy their father's work after going behind his back and using the suit himself. Realizing this his hand placed itself on his face so he could massage his eyes, a poor attempt to try and defocus from the guilty feelings that recurred ever since that night. The night he had ended that criminal's life, as that criminal's life faded away Peter's innocence did too.
'I should have never toyed with the Venom suit behind Eddie's back…' Peter thought.
The rain outside hadn't ceased itself. Nor had the cloudy sky. Peter put on his hoodie and clothes. He was going to leave his web shooters here, they had no use where he was headed. Only one thing remained on his lost mind.
The window was opened, Peter stepped back from it shaking his head. 'There's no point….' But he had to. He had to at least try, he couldn't give up that easily. Running forward Peter dived out the window landing with a roll. The feeling of grass brushing his body greeted him. He hopped his backyard fence once he had risen from the rolling. There was only one person who he hoped would understand. Who he hoped would share what he shared. Love….
He jumped into the air, and hopped over and onto houses, he jumped across the roof of one of the buildings and landed on a street lamp and jumped onto the one across the street. Hopping off that one onto another house and then repeated the process… If it had been days ago he would have worried about someone recognizing his face despite his hoodie partially concealing it. But right now… All he cared about was her.
He finally made it, he jumped in an agile manner and landed beside her window on the second floor, he knocked on it gently three times and then hopped off the building. He stared at the window with his face of despair, morose, and loss. She came to the window, her mouth opened partially in surprise. She could see him through the dim colored mist, she was glad he was here. Peter felt an ounce better seeing her, he would feel ten kilograms better if this went right and he didn't screw it up. He signaled her with a shy beckoning, a pathetic attempt in his own opinion to get her to come out. She did so opening her garage. Peter meekly stepped inside.
"Peter? I haven't seen you –" She was cut off as he spoke while taking off his hood.
"I've missed you MJ. Did you miss me too?" Peter questioned. It was nice in here, no rain, warm, and the light bulb illuminated the room revealing all it's colorful contents.
"Of course I missed you, what kinda question was that?" Mary Jane replied in a bright teasing voice.
"Didn't seem that way at school." Peter teased lightly with a faint voice paired with a faint smile, he couldn't reach the same level of joy he usually felt.
"Very funny…" MJ said in a sarcastic but friendly manner. "You've got a new suit, I wanted to tell you it looks bad ass but we were in school and the others would've heard." Mary Jane responded. Peter gave a gentle sigh.
"That was just a mistake, one I'll have to live with forever." Peter stated. It pained him that he had to destroy his father's work. To disappoint his friend. And to have killed someone.
"What happened?" MJ inquired curious but reluctant.
"I did something… Something horrible, something that time can't erase. MJ I can't hold it in anymore I want to be with you when I'm not Spider-Man." He confessed. She had been hoping for the day when he'd finally say something like this. But she still had doubt.
"You and Gwen…." She didn't know how to go about asking him.
"I Know it seems like we're dating, but we're just friends. I love you Mary Jane. I would never be with Gwen because you're the one I love. Every day I've been thinking about you. I smile every time I see you. You're just the highlight of my day every time we talk or hang out. I just wanted to let you know because what I did has been weighing on me." Peter said with a knit brow yet he had a smile. He felt ashamed for not confessing sooner. Mary Jane had to hold back the urge to scream in a giddy fashion. .
"What did you do though?" Mary Jane questioned again reluctant. This is where her doubt was. Having to live with him being Spider-Man. Having to constantly worry about him, having to watch him leave to face odds she didn't think would be in his favor, to watch him come back with wounds beyond imagination, him having done questionable things, and knowing that he would never stop being Spider-Man due to an obligation.
"I killed someone." Peter revealed after some time. He'd be a coward to lie to the one he loved. She quietly gasped. Her eyes partially wide.
" – Why?" Mary Jane whispered.
"My suit made me do it. It fed off my reckless emotions…" He answered.
"Peter I think you should take a break from being Spider-Man…" Mary Jane suggested after some time.
"I can't the city needs me, if I take a break it means I let something bad happen. Look I'm sorry about what happened with you and the bridge I won't let anything like that ever happen again." Peter said with a numb voice.
"Peter I like you. But these aren't normal things, I want to live a normal and peaceful life. I have enough stress from my Dad. I – I really like you but –" She stopped speaking as she watched him casually walk back out into the rain. He stood still for a moment, then he turned back to face her.
"I understand." He said in a low voice that was loud enough for her to hear. He understood that his powers were a burden not only on him when wanting a normal life, but would be on Mary Jane too. Peter put his hood back on and jumped away out of view. Gone.
Mary Jane looked down at the ground in woe. If he had just waited he would have heard the whole thing 'I really like you but I'm not sure.' It wasn't a rejection. It was just doubt…. She wanted to make him promise something, but she was gonna have to wait to ask until school. Which was months from now. She didn't even have his social media anymore, nor did she knew where he lived. But she would deal with it. She would wait, no matter how hard it was going to be.
Author's Note: This scene is based off of my favorite comic book series of all time. Ultimate Spider-Man. The show was meh but I understand why some liked it. But the comics were golden as they were very unique from the original Spider-Man comics. I loved Ultimate Spider-Man and the game for it as a kid but recently I got back into after re-watching old videos discussing the comics. My favorites are issues 33-38, favorite issues of any comics. I changed it up a bit because I don't really remember some stuff, other times it's because it's fun writing it different to write it my own way, and other times it's to make it more sorrowful.