Spider-Man Forever
Chapter 3: We All Fall Down
Huh? An update? So fast? Lol, well I have decided to post chapter 3 as soon as possible. The school holiday is almost over, which means I should update while I still have a chance. And after watching The Matrix trilogy straight through, I am amped for some storytelling.
Now last time I mentioned that I wanted Dr. Lazerath to kill his awful landlord but coming to my senses I did not put that in. the reason is because I want to keep this story as realistic as I can. If I was writing an Anime fic there would have been blood and guts along time ago.
So kick back, grab a six pack (It rhymes!) because here is chapter 3…
Lego…
000
Dr. Lazerath entered the vacant building. It was dusty and it looks like no one had occupied this space for a long time. The building had been perfectly situated on the outskirts of New York, just a good distance from the city. His mouth heavily bandaged due to the beating he received by Knuckles. His jaw is still aching, that stupid parasite might have broken it.
After being forcefully evicted by his landlord and having no place to go, he packed his most important things inside a suitcase and started roaming the New York City, looking for a place to occupy. The administrators at Parker Intel had his money stripped away immediately. Now he was left homeless with no place to go, or house to sleep in, it's a cold and wet night outside, and he does not have a cent in his bank account.
The shelters were all filled, so he just walked the drenched streets. He eventually caught sight of a vacant building. Presumably it was used as a theater; it had a large stage and right in front of it was broken and decayed seats. The whole place had an eerie feeling about it, like it was haunted. There was dust everywhere, and it had a strange smell of damp clothing but he didn't care.
Dr. Lazerah walked down to where the staged was. A couple of rats ran over the doctor's foot. The entire auditorium was infested with rats and cockroaches. He set his suitcase down while he was on the stage, and found a table which he put in the middle of the stage as a makeshift work desk.
"This is a mockery," he said looking around the broken down theatre "is this how they repay me!" he massaged his jaw, just talking made his jaw hurt. He took out his laptop and set it on the desk. He flipped it opened and switched it on. He looked around stage and found a sturdy chair to sit on.
He has to look for a place to stay. Dr. Lazerath looked in his suitcase - which has no clothes in it- and noticed a familiar box. It was the size of a jewelry box. On it was scribbled fragile. He opened the box and saw the contents pop up. It was a test tube, and inside it was a dark green serum.
EXT-48
He remembers it well. It was one of the first projects he worked on, until it got nipped by none other than Peter Parker. This serum was meant to augment the five senses of humans. Increase it to levels unimaginable, it would be able to make a super-human. But there was no funding for human trials.
Dr. Lazerath sighed; he dropped the box on the table. Taking off his glasses he rubbed his eyes. He never got any rest for two days, surviving only on donuts and coffee. However, sleep was the last thing on his mind, he had to find a job.
But where? There was no place to find a job, everyone is getting retrenched these days. What can he do? Maybe he could continue what he has been doing all along.
No way, that's just ridiculous.
But why not? He has been taking orders by rich scumbags like Parker all his life. Why does have to wait for them to give him the green-light. "Maybe I could!" he said out loud. "All those people treated me like filth! I was just a pawn in their quests for money and power!" his jaw still hurting, but by now he was accustomed to the pain.
"A silly little speck of dust in their gigantic universe. And these gluttonous people of New York, who thought I was a lunatic who belonged in a straight jacket, shall perish under my power, for years they saw me as a mad scientist! While I was working to make this the greatest country in the world, they spat in my face! They humiliated me!" he stood up "Now there is no person to tell me that I can't continue with my projects!" He picked up the EXT-48 and slowly poured it into a syringe that he found in his suitcase "I worked for this humanity! Now I shall destroy it!"
The syringe is filled up to the maximum. No one will again disrespect him, he held up the syringe that was filled with green ooze and flicked it with his middle finger "No human trials, huh. I will take out all the people that treated me like a welcome mat and rubbed their dirt off of me." He had enough of everybody treating him like shit. Finally he had snapped. He had swallowed enough of the crap they were feeding him!
Dr. Lazerath rolled up the left sleeve of his lab coat. He put the syringe sideways in his mouth then pulled out his laces. The sweat pouring down his face, for now he will no longer be Dr. Lazerath. The doctor then twisted the lace above his forearm tightly and pulled until the vein on his arm pokes out.
"This is it, Lazerath," he thought "these people will finally show you the respect you deserve!" Breathing intensely, he shut his eyes and drived the needle into his vein and pushed the button that was one top of it.
The serum was released and it circulates with the blood. It swims through his blood stream like a Olympic swimmer, eventually reaching the arteries and the vital organs. Almost immediately Dr. Lazerath feels dizzy. What crazy thing did he do? Why did he do it? It wasn't properly tested or kept in the right environment. He started becoming light headed.
Drunkenly, he searched for the chair to sit but he fell down to the ground. As he was lying on the dusty floor a skull-splitting headache grew in his head then a pain shot up and down his body. "AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. The pain throughout his body was immense. The sweat rolling down face made him feel as if he had taken a shower in the sun. "THE PAIN! MAKE IT STOP!" his body started to become red of the heat.
His muscles bulging, it started to grow as if he was a bodybuilder. His lab coat ripped. Not only that but he could hear cars, sirens, drilling. It sounded like there was an apocalypse in his hears .He opened his eyes and it was as if the entire world was in slow motion.
He convulsed on the floor, vomiting out whatever he ate in the morning. The convulsions slowed until it stopped. Dr. Lazerath looked at his surroundings in his blurry vision. Then he passed out…
000
Peter walked straight up to the door of the conference room, next to him was Frank. Peter desperately tried to keep up with the pace at which Frank was walking, but his robotic leg was not capable. Sometimes he cursed the day when he fought with Green Goblin and lost his leg, but then he would not have seen his daughter May Parker. He had been called for a board meeting "Why did they call us in for another meeting, at this time of the night?" he asked Frank as they were approaching the door.
"Not sure," said Frank ominously "They said it was urgent." Frank was dressed in his suit, besides his lab coat. It is clear he had been rushed out of his sleep, his hair was not brushed and he looked weary.
"I can't wait till all of this is done, I'm thinking of selling."
"To whom?"
"Not sure, you want it?"
"After seeing these problems a company could have, hell no."
They entered the conference room. It was a small space that out looked the entire New York. If you had an eye for detail, right at the far end of the city was a statue of Spider-Man, the hero of New York City, Peter smirked. There was along table in the middle of the room and around it sat the directors of Parker Intel. They each had on flashy suits and had classy Rolex watches around their wrists.
Peter resumes surveying the table and what he sees makes him want to hurl. At the edge of the table sat Richard Clark, spontaneous as always, he was chewing on a toothpick, his blonde hair gelled backwards. He saw Peter and shot him a charming grin. He said he'd be back.
"Mr. Parker, Mr. Edison," said a thin man with a bald patch on his head and a cream suit, Henry "we glad you could make It." Both men sat in their seats next to each other. They gave each other a quick glance, knowing this wasn't going to be good news. As soon as everyone was seated, Henry spoke.
"Now we are gathered here today to workout what exactly the future holds for Parker Intel. Now last time we tried to get a solution to bring back this company, but there is no such thing."
He looked a Peter troublingly "Our only conclusion is that we sell the company to Mr. Richard Clark, who gave in the biggest bid.''
Peter shot up "No way!" he looked at each of the board members before speaking "Now I created this company! If anyone gets the final word is me!"
Henry stood up and spoke "Now Mr. Parker, you may have the majority shares but we control the finances, and the only way out is selling!"
"No! I can make this company work again!" he slams his fists on the desk, shocking the board members.
"Mr. Parker the rule-"
"Screw the ruling! This is my company!"
A much larger man stood up, he looked like one of those Italian mob bosses. Gold necklace hanging down his chest and a gold ring on his index finger "Parker, it is non-negotiable, the handing over meeting will commence in three days. Meeting adjourned!"
Peter tried reasoning with everyone, almost begging them to stop and listen to him but everyone was already heading out for the door. Peter felt something pull him in a direction. It was Richard, he gave Peter a smirk "I told you, Pete. I always get what I want, have a great day." Richard started laughing as he walked out of the room.
Frank tapped Peter on the back "Sorry buddy," and walked out. The room was silent. He looked around the empty area and looked out the window, down at the city of New York. He always felt powerful when looking down at the city. Down at the people. He sat down on a chair and took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes. He sighed.
000
Evan looked up at the ceiling with his hands behind his head, it was 23:38 and he couldn't sleep. He knew that he would regret it in the morning since he was used to nine hours of sleep. But he kept thinking of Emma, he could not get her out of his head. Analyzing every detail, when she said that she would choose Evan over Crash. What could she mean by that? If she would then why does she still hang out with Crash?
Perhaps he was over thinking it, but he could not help himself. Emma wasn't the kind of girl you could just forget. Throughout the day he was looking at her with a smile on his face. If she would look in his direction he would quickly look away, and if she caught him, she would smile and wave. That made his stomach feel strange, millions of butterflies flying around.
He thought about what he would say to her the next day in Home Ec., which was now for some strange reason his favorite subject. Evan even went so far as to search on the internet How to Talk to a Girl You Like. He probably was crazy, but that didn't matter. He shifted his gaze out the window, he left the curtains open to look out at the dark sky.
He never thought that he would see the day he was actually looking forward for school the next day. He imagined every scenario with his and "Miss Anderson" together. Evan closed his eyes with a smile on his face and forced himself to sleep; he couldn't wait for the next day to arrive…
The sun shined straight on his head like a burning inferno. He lifted his head and peeked out the window, it was still wet with puddles on the ground but the sun was out and there were patches of clouds in the sky but for the most part, it was clear
He felt energized and alert, something good was in store for him today, he felt it. He looked at the clock and this time he was early, 7:25. He got out of bed and went straight into the shower. He put on fresh clothes and went down stairs.
He passes the bedroom of MJ and Peter and is shocked to see Peter still in bed. Shouldn't he be at work? Peter is lying on his chest with his back exposed. There are scars and scratch marks on his back. Evan asked him before about the scars, and Peter said he was a professional wrestler back in the day. Yeah right.
He slides down the stairs while on the rail and sees MJ. She is cleaning the kitchen. Obviously she didn't bother making breakfast after yesterday's trouble, guess its cereal day. "Morning, Aunt MJ. Beautiful day today, isn't it?" He said giving her a hug.
"You're in a good mood. You're up early." She said, taken aback by Evan politeness. And for some reason he was glowing.
Evan got himself a bowl and threw some cereal into it "Its time for change," he said with a smile on his face "anyway, why is Uncle Pete still in bed?" She shifted and uncomfortably. He knew she was about to say something bad.
"Well… he lost the company."
"No?" Evan said in disbelief, a surprised expression on his face.
"Yes, they sold it right under him. He has to hand over the company in two days."
Wow. He wasn't expecting that bomb to explode. He knew the company was struggling, but lately Peter looked like he had things under control "What about the house?"
"We still keep it, it's not like he got stripped of all his money. And if he's lucky he may get an executive position."
Evan got up, he lost his appetite. "I'll get going, see you." He took his skateboard and headed for the door. Even though he did not like Peter spending more time at work, he kind of felt bad for Peter. He opened the door. Well, at least Evan is heading for some thing better.
000
Evan got into Midtown High and he saw an unfamiliar sight. Students were everywhere, on the lawn talking, some sat on picnic tables texting as usual, the cafeteria was filled with teenagers, and some were even in the hallway relaxing and chatting at the lockers.
Evan marveled the sight, he wasn't used to this. He was used to empty spaces. Now it's filled with children, he felt like they were trespassing on his space. When he walked to his locker, a couple were kissing leaning on his locker. The guy was a jock and it is clear the girl is a sleazy cheerleader.
"Err…E-excuse me." But they were still kissing. He tapped the guy on his shoulder. The guy looked up.
"W-w-what d-do y-you w-w-ant?" he asked making fun of Evan.
"You on my locker."
The guy shoved Evan and walked with his brunette girlfriend. He muttered a couple of words which was on the lines of "This guy is a freak." Evan shook his head. He opened his locker and looked at the roster. Once again Home Ec., he smirked.
Then he felt a ball hit him once head. "What now?" he looked behind him and saw Crash spinning a basketball on his finger. Crash laughed and walked towards Evan with his entourage.
"Why did you do that, Gareth?" Evan said, he seriously didn't have time for Crash.
"What? Come on, Evan. Just having some fun." said Crash, while leaning over Evan "Now, a little birdie tells me that you have eyes on my girl."
"Don't be stupid, Gareth." Crash then held Evan by his shirt.
"Want to know who told me?"
"Not really, but I have a feeling you gonna tell me."
"Don't play smart with me boy, I may just break your leg like your father's." Evan pushed Crash, all the students in the hallway looked at them. They knew a fight was coming. They formed a circle around the pair.
Emma forced her way through the crowd of teenagers. "Crash! Hey!" she got to the centre and pulled Crash in her direction "What the hell are you doing."
"Relax baby, I'm just gonna finish this geek and then we can catch a bite."
Emma looked disgusted "You such a jerk!" the entire crowd ooh'd. When Emma walked away, Crash turned to Evan.
"Look what you done!" He then punched Evan on his nose. Evan touched his nose and saw blood on his hand. Evan speared Crash with his shoulder onto a locker, leaving a dent on impact. He then punched Crash on his jawbone, spit flying from his mouth.
Crash retaliated with a punch of his own into Evan's stomach, leaving him winded. Evan bended down on his knee, clutching his stomach. Evan ran towards Crash and grappled Crash to the ground but Crash sent a fist into Evan's eye. The crowed gasped when Crash's fist made contact.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!" shouted a voice coming from behind the crowd. It was Prof Marius. He came into the centre disgruntled.
Evan was on the floor still winded, with a nose bleed and a black eye. Crash looked way better but he was still untidy. Both fighters got up from the ground, Prof. Marius spoke "Evan, why am I not surprised to see you in all of this?"
"The dweeb started it." Crash said protesting his innocence. Prof. Marius shot him a serious look, he did not have time for Crash's inanity.
"Detention, for both of you on Friday."
"I already got detention on Friday." said Evan, wiping the blood from his nose with a tissue.
"Well than make that double."
"What? I can't stay behind for four hours."
"You should have thought about that when you fought back." Prof. Marius walked to his office; evidently he has better things to do. Crash let out a chuckle and he to walked away.
The crowd started to slowly disperse. Everyone talking about the fight that happened, he didn't think about it because the way Evan knew these children, they would have something better to talk about tomorrow.
Evan got an icepack by one of the caretaker's and put it one his eye. He stayed there whole morning before the bell rang for first period.
When the bell rang, Evan immediately went to Home Ec. class. He was the first one there. Mrs. Bailey looked at his black-eye and let out a chuckle "Whoa! What a shiner, lets hope the other guy got worse."
He walked to his seat and sat down, with his head in his arms. The entire class filled with noise as the students entered. Evan let out a sigh; he could hear whispers and children giggled as they came in.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and he looked up to see Emma. She gave him a refined smile. He couldn't help but smile along with her "You alright? I heard what happened this morning."
"Nuh, it's nothing. Gareth is just a dick, as usual."
"Yeah, he can be a real jerk."
"If he is such a jerk then why do you date him?"
"Well, I guess his strong and handsome; I have weak spot for those types of guys."
Evan let out a weak giggle..
"And I am not?"
"But you cute," she said. He could swear his heart just skipped a beat. "And you one of the first people I heard that calls him by his real name. Why do they call him Crash?"
"W-well, I'm not sure, I think in has something to do with him that kept breaking windows in second grade." The teacher handed out papers on the assignment that needs to be handed in on Friday.
It involves making the perfect macaroni and cheese dish. "Yum, Mac and Cheese, my favorite." Evan said when he looked at the requirements on the paper.
"I know, I love it too, but Crush thinks it's repulsive."
"So, shall we start? " Evan looked at her waiting for an answer. Up to this time he hasn't even managed to make eye contact with her. And if he did, he couldn't keep it for fear of getting hypnotized by her jade eyes.
"Yeah, I'll get the cheese."
Evan smiled. He didn't even notice the class was total anarchy. They were making a giant rumpus, Mrs. Bailey trying to control them but to no avail.
"Time for a cigarette break," the teacher said to herself and walked out.
Right up to this point it seemed as if Emma and Evan were the only two pupils that are actually doing their assignment. Evan started slicing the cheese into thin pieces while Emma was whisking the fillings inside a bowl.
"So," Evan said, trying to make conversation "what do you want to become one day?" it sounded like stupid question, it probably was but that's better than working in complete silence.
"I'm thinking of becoming a Doctor,"
"Stylish,"
"I know, but I actually want to become a Marine Biologist."
"Then why don't you become one?"
"My parents, they forcing me to go to medical school or law school. But I don't like that, I want to become a Marine Biologist, I love animals."
"Shouldn't it be about what you want to do?"
"I guess. What about you?"
"Not sure, maybe I'll create a video-game or something. I'm not that good in Math I probably won't be accepted by a University or college."
"Math? That's easy; all you got to do is try understanding it."
"Easy for you to say, little miss sunshine."
"OK, I can teach you."
"What?"
"I can tutor you."
Evan felt strange inside, in fact h e felt cheerful. He never dreamed in a million years that he would gain an audience with Emma Anderson. "What's in it for you?"
"Well, I get extra credit and it's good to be around you." They both looked at each other and smiled before continuing with their duties.
Even if it didn't look like it, Evan was ready to shout out to the rooftops. He got a feeling every time he was near Emma, now he gets to be with her everyday. Life couldn't be this good.
000
Well, there is another chapter of this story. I know, I know, we already three chapters in and yet there is no indication of a superhero, but what can I say? I'm a fan of decompression. And incase you wondering, Richard Clark looks a little like Draco Malfoy in Harry Potter.
I did that little fight scene because I got tired of just dialogue. It's maybe nothing to go by but but bare with me, I can write much better fight scenes than that. Plus this story has been quite uneventful this far, but it WILL get better.
So from me, Animeniak…
Check Ya ;P
