Who am I, you ask?
I used to know the answer to that question
I used to have so many answers, I could confuse myself
Really, the only way to explain it, is I used to be Peter Parker
And I used to be Spider-Man
But I'm neither now
Really, the only way to explain it; is that all I am, anymore, is devoted entirely to another being
Constrictoro
My devotion for him lies in his death
Kill Constrictoro: Is my title
Constrictoro's Poison: Is my name
A black shape glided across the metal plates, and frames, that were all that staked what was called the World's Capital.
It's fangs, faintly white gleamed dark in front of the lost fortes.
It seemed to reach it's destination as it stopped. Gazing at the blue and red orb which engulfed most of the city.
But it's eyes were not on the destructive, hot force. They were on the transparent figure which stood in front of this mechanism.
The figure which color was uncertain from the brightness of the ones which was behind itself. Though the creature knew, that the only color of the figure, was dark green.
"Constrictoro!" The black shape cried.
The figure turned, features of calmness reflecting through the blinding sun's scheme.
"Peter Parker," He said, "I expected you later. No other has astounded me before."
Peter dove down, aiming himself at Constrictoro.
Green fragments shot from Constrictoro's right arm.
These fragments attacked Peter first.
Each of them tried, by themselfs, to stab into Peter. And kill him from the inside.
Peter fought them before resolving to retreat, and attack the core of his enemy.
Peter leaped down, threw a crevice in the floor of the ghost town, savoring in the time it took the green shards to penetrate through the metal surface.
Peter leaped back up, leaping from an abandoned construction site, and aiming for the surface of the city once more.
His fist spun through the road and melted brick barrier, and bore right into the form of Constrictoro.
His hit left no mark on the crystal.
But Constrictoro's reflex launched Peter back where he began.
Peter grew angrier. The fangs of his monstrous face snarled at it's enemy.
Growing angrier, Peter's bulk grew. He even grew taller, as the Symbiote tried to succeed in it's master's bidding.
It ended here. Constrictoro pillaged all that was his own. All that was part of the man once called 'Spider-Man'.
The creature sprang, shockingly fast for it's now larger complection. It's new claws and clawed feet ready to shatter it's opponent.
Constrictoro was ready, and burst himself into a cloud.
The crystal fragments destroying all in it's reach.
Peter roared as he fought, and attempted to thrust the shards into place.
Constrictoro's face and some features returned, as Peter thrust the new being backward.
The back of Constrictoro's head, was swooped into the blue sun.
Peter snarled as he strove to keep Constrictoro there. To keep him there til death.
Constrictoro now was launched where Peter had begun. But no mark lay on the back of his head. No evidence at all of what had just occurred.
Peter yelled in anger and agony.
Constrictoro now was the one to leap to kill.
Peter broke down through the ground, once again, sending Constrictoro strait through the sun.
Constrictoro flew right through, and appeared on the other side of the elemental invention.
Peter ran across the large, burning star. As pieces of the ground floor shot to reach the enormous sphere.
Peter ducked and dodged, before being wacked strait in the head by one large piece.
The creature's face snapped to the other direction. But it only made Peter snarl, and create a jurassic sound with his throat.
Soon the pieces he was running on began rushing up, thrusting for the gigantic trinium.
Peter leaped off one, and one to another before nearly reaching Constrictoro. Before running out of anything to walk on. Entirely.
The now mainly violet orb crashed far into the ground as the last metal pieces of the city were consumed.
Peter fell, no longer possessing the abilities of Spider-Man.
He thrust into the dirt of layers far below the city. Like a great canyon. Only brightly light throughout from the light that loomed in the distance below.
Gasping in pain, Peter struggled to get to Constrictoro.
But a gliding thump, told him there was no need.
There was Constrictoro. Unhinged by the invading shards of a ruined city.
Peter leaped up, ignoring the pain he felt.
Constrictoro gripped and held him with one hand, while the other exploded into small fragments again.
The pieces attacked Peter like lethal wasps.
The Symbiote was broken, as the pieces flowed and tore at all they could catch of Peter.
Peter tried to fight again, but found no more energy, and fainted.
He fell back, into a ditch far below, as the pieces of Constrictoro's right hand left him; to join they're true form.
Constrictoro, now whole, turned away. For it was time to move.
