Spiderman landed atop the Empire State building, scanning the area. So far, he'd seen no sign of Shocker. This was New York, for crying out loud. It's not like people disappeared. Around that time, his cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket ((I think he has pockets?)), and answered it.

"Hello?" "Peter, this is Eddie. Maia collapsed on the job, and is in critical at the hospital. Doc told me to call you so-" But Peter was no longer listening. He was firing a web, and swinging at full speed toward the hospital.

I woke up in a white-clad room, aching all over and feeling like I'd just been beat up by a psychopath with a two-by-four. My mother sat in a seat close to my bed, dozed off. Her long brown hair was a mess, and her blue eyes were shut tight.

"Mom," I whispered, my voice a hoarse croak. She didn't wake up, didn't answer. She was pretty much dead asleep. I sat up straight in the bed, and tried to get up. Pain instantly shot through me, and I laid back down. I saw a blur outside my window as I laid down, but it was quickly gone. After a couple minutes of laying there, a doctor came in, holding a clipboard. "Who are you? How did I get here?"

I demanded to the doctor. He had a flattened down haircut, was a bit chubby, and wore square frame glasses. "Oh good, you're awake. Your friend, I believe his name's Eddie Brock, called the hospital after you collapsed in the lab. I'm Doctor Octavius, if you must know. You can call me Otto,"

I thought I saw a flash of metal under Otto's lab coat, though it must've been my imagination. "You work here?" I asked him. "No. I work…elsewhere, for someone else. I've been ordered to take you to my boss. Please, forgive me." Before I could ask him what the heck he meant, four mechanical arms swung around, pinchers on the end of each. They latched around me, gripping me firmly and lifting me up.

"Oh, why did they send to do this? They know I'm not good with jobs like this. Why did Osborne insist-" "Osborne? What's he got to do with this?" I snapped. "Quiet you!" Otto snapped right back, and the arms shook me till my teeth rattled. He carried me out into the hallway, where all of the staff lay on the ground, possibly dead. "Don't worry," Otto said, sensing my unnervement. "They've merely been tranquilized, so that I can transport you out of here safely," Otto stepped over the staff, careful not to hurt them. "Say, Otto," I began. "You seem like a good man. Why would you want to kidnap me?" "Alas, I didn't want this. I would've preferred that someone else retrieve you, but they insisted that I do it, prove myself. I don't even know why-"

He never finished. While he was talking, I had twisted myself around enough so that I could kick him in the gut. He dropped me instantly, and I booked it. I ran through the hospital, swerving around and leaping over the staff. I burst out into a busy New York street, with Otto yelling, "Why you little punk!" after me. I kept running, for fear that him and those devil arms would follow me, right out into the middle of the street.

Cars blared around me, honking horns, but I was in a panic, unable to stop. Then, everything slowed down. There was a tingling in my head, the same one I'd felt before the pain, in the lab. I instinctively jumped up, leaping over a car that had been baring down on me. I landed atop another car, one that was moving, and leaped off it. Suddenly, I was jumping over traffic, landing atop cars and leaping off to land on another. I made it across the street, wondering How did I do that?

I heard a mechanical clank, and started running again, rushing into a dead-end alley. No way out, no way out! He's gonna get me! He's gonna get me! Whoa, calm down, Maia. Think, think! I looked at the wall, a flat surface with no handholds. Well, beats being killed by a robot. I ran at the wall, and jumped toward it. Expecting to be kaputz any minute, I opened my eyes and got the biggest shocker of my life. I was literally sticking to the wall, like Spiderman.

My hands were pressed flat against the wall, and were sticking. "Whoa," I breathed. I started crawling up, and reached the roof in a matter of minutes. I did a flip, and landed on the middle of the roof perfectly. Lucky I did, because where I'd been standing suddenly exploded into dust. "I knew that idiot Octavius couldn't handle you. I told the Big Man myself. Lucky he sent me out to wrastle you up,"

I was faced with the goofiest one individual I'd ever seen. It was a guy in yellow, with thin black stripes. He wore gloves with odd looking bumps on them. Despite the impending danger, I laughed. "Who are you supposed to be, Captain Doofus?" The guy clenched his teeth, and raised the gloves. "Ooh, I'm so scared," I mocked in a high-pitched voice. I felt the tingling again, and ducked quickly. Still, I was blown back by a barrage of sonic waves. My ears were ringing, and I had a few more cuts and bruises. Just then, the parade came through. Spiderman dropped in, landing in between me and ol' Doofus. "Hey Shocko. Been looking for ya," Spidey said casually, firing a thin web at the man, who I could only guess was the infamous "Shocker" I'd seen on TV.

"Why'd you have to get in on this, bug. Still, I can take you out while yer here. Killing two birds with one stone," Spiderman dodged another sonic blast, and I leapt to the side as it rushed toward me. "Hate to break it to ya, Shocky, but I'm not a bird," Spidey dodged another blast, and gave Shocker a hard punch to the jaw. Shocker stayed in the game though. He just rubbed his jaw, spat out some blood, and charged at Spiderman. While I watched the show, the tingling popped up again.

Not again. I darted forward, but still gritted my teeth as electricity coursed through me. "Hi girly," a man with electricity for a head stood behind me, his hands crackling with energy. "You must be the girl I was sent to get. I was told to take you in alive, but they never said I couldn't ding ya up a little," He aimed an electrical punch toward my face. I ducked, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it hard. "Yaah!" he cried out in pain, and I silently yelled in pain as more volts shot into me. I let him go, dropped down, and with a side sweep of my legs, knocked him on his butt.

I dodged an electric volt, and with a quick uppercut, knocked him out. "Hmm. Not so tough after all," I remarked, only to double over, clutching my stomach. The pain had returned, burning through me. I screamed as it surged through me, and grew colder, colder, cold as ice. My insides were splintered, shattering like glass. I dropped to my knees, and felt a tingling, though this one was in my skin.

My normally light colored skin, though tinged with red, suddenly grew thicker, and became a shade of light green. My bones cracked, shifted, and readjusted. My teeth, which had been dull before, grew out, sharpening into mini daggers. It all felt painful, so painful I couldn't move or talk or do anything. Then, it faded, and I felt something else, deep within me: hunger. This wasn't hunger like Oh, I'm hungry. Better get something to eat. This was a need, a driving hunger forcing me to kill and steal and plunder to fill myself. I lifted my head, my forked tongue flicking in and out.

I smelled him. The Spider. My prey. I turned, watching for him. He was there, fighting with another. It did not look like prey. It looked different, out of place. It didn't belong here. It was something of the Others, and must go. The Spider, however, was mine. I lunged forward, my jaws snapping, teeth ready to tear into the flesh of my prey.

I latched my teeth onto the leg of the Spider, who screamed in pain. Good. Let him suffer, in his last few hours. "What in the tarnation?" the Other backed away slowly, and I let him. He was of no concern to me. My only thought was of the Spider. "C-Curt? Is that you?" the Spider stammered. I could smell his fear, and taste it. It was so good, so good. Then, a zap. A prick on my skin, like an annoying wasp sting.

I let my prey go for a moment, a mere second, and turned. There is another, one that is glowing yellow. He is different. He is not like the Other, though. He is prey too. Just different. The prey threw an electric blast at me that stung my skin and burned me. It hurt. The prey does not hurt the predator.

He would be mine. I rushed at the prey, hearing him scream and turn to run. I tackled him, knocking him down, trying to bite him. But my teeth do not hurt him. He is like mist, impossible to hold down. I release him, and he runs. I let him, like the other. He is not of use to me, not now. I turn to the Spider, my only certain prey. But he is gone, his scent fading. I let out a growl. I would find him. He would be mine.

((This, if you couldn't tell, takes place in an Alternate Universe, after the episode where Shocker first appeared, and before Sandman is created. Shocker had escaped from jail days before this story started, and Electro escaped during the story. And I'm over explaining it. Just R & R))