Spider-Man Apocalypse
Chapter 2

Peter's mind swirled with the thoughts of the inhuman monstrosity that he had seen. Aunt May was out near Central Park taking a stroll, so Peter

ran to her location and tried desperately to warn her of the Demon that now inhabited the Sewers. "The Devil is in the Sewers!" he screamed at

the top of his lungs, but Aunt May could not hear him. All he heard was her screams as 682 tore her to ribbons, tossing her ribcage at Peter's

feet.

"Name?" asked Mephisto. "682" said the creature. "Reason for appearing in hell?" asked Mephisto.

682 simply moved aside and Mephisto's jaw dropped as he saw that 682 was sliced in half perfectly at the head, his other half lying in a heap as

his organs spilled out. Peter had put on the black suit and instead of webbing, had sharpened a knife to the point where it could cut a thick rope

with but a touch. Peter was deathly calm, radiating an aura of pure undiluted rage, greatly unnerving 682. "You...die...now" he said in a low voice.

682 could be heard screaming as he was stabbed until his flesh turned into jelly. As it fell off, his organs were punched so hard they exploded from the inside out and

the shockwave caused his eyeballs to implode.

Peter wasn't done, as he had dragged 682 who was now begging to be released, to a trash compactor and smashed the demon into a bloody paste, all while 682 could

do nothing but scream as he felt every single thing. every snapped nerve, every torn ligament, every broken bone. Peter calmly opened his jaw wider and wider until

it snapped and 682 began bleeding from the inside. Hands erupted from the ground and 682 began screaming as he was dragged to hell.

In a rage, it threw Mephisto against the wall, slashed his neck open, tore open his stomach, broke his collar bone, sliced off his feet and castrated him.

Desiring revenge, 682 dug his way to the surface and ambushed Peter at home. Something broke in Peter's mind. The fabric holding back whatever demon was inside

him, broke free. 682's life was ended when Peter gave in to hatred, became covered in symbiotic tentacles and hurled the creature into the sea, forcibly locked him in

a Case made of Rolled Steel, Iron, Barbed Wire and explosives, personally dragged him straight to the Mariana trench, then unbent the metal prison

before launching to the surface and having the suit suffer the bends, killing the symbiote. The symbiote thrashed around in agony for 4 hours as it's body bubbled and

stewed for what seemed like an eternity. Peter could smell a cross between burnt steak and a dead body. after a long time, the symbiote let out a screech of pain. 3

hours later the symbiote exploded. 682 was thrown into hell and impaled by multiple hooks going through his skin. Fishhooks found their way into his eyes and spears

flew through his abdomen. He could do nothing but scream in agony as the chains pulled hard at his flesh, as he bled a metric ton. Mephisto stepped inside and cut

the rope holding them. one by one, the hooks gave way, tearing a portion of flesh. the last ripped out his eyelid but jammed on it's way out, pulling at the lid with

what could only be described as 4G speed. Finally, the eyelid ripped clean, taking 682's eyes with it. Mephisto also employed a buzzsaw on the Godzilla sized rat and chopped off his/its legs and stumps, denying it any medical aid as it screamed. The pain was...well read on

Authors note:

Imagine that you are in a hospital bed, then the doctor shoves a catheter into you, without morphine,

you can't pass urine and doing so feels like a spike being driven through your uretha, your bladder shuts off, your stomach becomes painfully cramped and hurts like

a motherfucker so bad that you want to die. Now add on the other stuff that Mephisto did and you can see how bad things got. But 682 CAN'T Die, so he must suffer

and suffer until a way out presents itself. (I actually can attest to the catheter hurting. When your bladder shuts off, at first it's fine, then it hurts, the pain is

indescribably bad. My pain tolerance is 8, being on that hospital bed, with the catheter not yet in, not being able to pee, with a sensitive stomach AND finally having it

put in? I wanted to end my life so badly. That's what 682 is feeling, as well as Hitler Amon Goth and the Rest of the SS, Jeffery Dahmer and scott Peterson. This

version of hell is scarily close to reality. I am no stranger to pain, but internal? not being able to defend against something that can penetrate you? I'm fearful of that,

so yeah, 682 is fucked, and won't even get revenge for 4 more chapters, because this torture is going to continue because as a person that was bullied, saw his bully

apply to the same program as he was in and having to leave, I can take comfort in the idea that I can project my subconscious desires in my stories through a third

party character. In R/L I am a nice guy, but just because my stories are dark, does not mean that I am messed up in the head, a common misconception of horror

writers that needs to die. regardless, enjoy the story and review when possible.