Spider-Man vs The Blue Scorpion –


Chapter 7 - Massacre and training –


10:30 PM………..

A homeless man rolled over inside his makeshift cardboard home in the darkened alley. He used a bundled up roll of dirty newspapers for a pillow. A gust of wind blew debris and moved his cardboard wall around, he caught a brief smell of his own body odour as the wind almost tore his house down, usually he didn't notice the smell, so it must've been really bad this time, his stained, brown dress coat had holes in it and he could feel the wind on his back making him shiver. He picked some ants out of his beard as he sat up; he moved a piece of cardboard then slowly stood up inside the alley. He realised how hungry he was as he became more awake, he reached into his back pocket and fished around for the quarter a man gave him earlier, that he had begged for. His friends were now long gone, the homeless shelters were always full and it seemed like more and more homeless people like himself were becoming extinct, disappearing off of the face of the earth. This time last year this alley would be full of his homeless friends because of the shelters jammed packed houses. The homeless man shuffled his way to the mouth of the alley towards the sidewalk, a few cars passed by lighting him up for a moment then returning him to the darkness. During one headlight flash time he spotted a half smoked cigarette on the edge of the sidewalk. The filter on the cigarette had a smudge of brown near the end of it, possibly brown lipstick, he had hoped. Now he would have to find a light for his new bounty.

Ricardi Vanterosso, the biggest mob boss in New York, sat inside his restaurant called Georgia's Palace. He named the Italian restaurant after his wife who had died years ago in a fire. The restaurant sat right on the corner, lighting up the streets and giving the slum area a touch of class. Tonight was his sixtieth birthday. His family were celebrating inside the large restaurant, all one hundred and ten of them. Sleek designed cars were entering the back parking lot for the last hour or so.

The homeless man stared at Georgia's Palace, he imagined himself being the mob boss Ricardi, gunning down rival families, spitting in shop owners faces as he rammed a golf club into there mouths, real mobster type activity. The homeless man had almost built himself up to walk across the street and knock on that restaurant's fancy door and ask for a light. But there is some kind of party going on in there, he didn't need his jaw broken that badly.

A flash of headlights brought the homeless man out of the darkness again as a huge, black SUV rumbled by and stopped at the front of the restaurant. This was his chance; he could run across the street and maybe catch one of the members of the party to get a light. Hopefully this guy could be a little sympathetic and give him a quick flick of a lighter. Some people were nice in this city, sometimes. He ran across the street as the huge vehicle had shut its engines off. He had the cigarette out and ready to receive some flame, even if he could get a few puffs out of it, just a small, simple pleasure he's not had in a long time. The drivers door opened, but what he saw next wasn't any normal man, a chrome coloured masked man hauled himself out of the vehicle, the SUV tilted a little as the figure stood tall, and boy was it ever tall! The thing had black, shiny gloves on, and was wearing a dark green, camouflaged pattern shirt and something under it that wrinkled the shirt, some kind of bullet proof vest, was his skin grey? It sure looked grey, the back of his head and the skin showing under the short sleeve before the gloves was grey, the homeless man couldn't look away as he took in all the details of the mammoth that stood only a few yards away from him, his feet were firmly planted into the sidewalk from fear and he had long dropped his cigarette, but he would have to find it later, when this huge thing goes inside. The homeless man concluded that this was no man, but an alien! The creature lifted his huge, black panted leg and kicked in the fancy door! Oh boy! This thing is kicking down the wrong door today! The homeless man turned and ran back to a safe hiding place inside his alley across the street.

He crouched at the mouth of the alley and heard the screams of women, the cursing of men, then the loud, rapid gunshots! The windows flashed white and orange as it sounded like a fourth of July celebration across the street. Furniture breaking, shattered glass, more screams, more popping noises, then more popping noises, then only a handful of screams, then one or two people sounding like negotiating, or pleading, ya, it was pleading, no question about that, he knows what that sounds like.


11:15 ……………………

Another petty crime. Spider-Man watched from a rooftop at the action below, a convenience store scene escalated to police arresting a group of intoxicated men trying to rob a shop keeper out of packs of smokes. He sighed and jumped off the roof, he shot a string of web to the building across the street and glided as close to a commercial building as he could, he watched his reflection off of the windows as he held on to the web with one hand. You just can't swing around all night, you handsome devil. We're going to have to get some training in here sometime. He did a graceful back flip and landed on the edge of another building in a squat position. Spider, spider, on the roof. Let's go find some criminal goof. That was horrible; maybe I'm starting to lose my mind, never mind my Spidey sense. Hmm, this might be my opportunity. He spotted several police cars chasing a cube truck with the words Kyle's Movers in green lettering on the side with a picture of a fat man carrying a sofa under the fancy lettering.

"Come on, Johnny!" A thug screamed in the passenger seat as he viewed the flashing red and blue lights in his rear-view mirror.

"Shut up," The driver responded, also looking in his rear-view mirror, "I've got this piece of junk to the floor!" Three thugs dressed in black, at the back of the van, laughed at the rookies in the front, one of the thugs patted the brown sac filled with money.

A police car pulled up along side of the cube truck, a cop started shooting at the tires, the driver quickly jerked the wheel to the left and cut the police car off into a parked car, the police car flew into the air sending metal from the parked car into the air with it after a horrible crash noise of metal meeting metal, the cop car twisted and landed right on its roof, crushing the flashing lights and smashing out all the windows as well as denting in the roof!

"Wahoo!" The thugs screamed at the small victory. Small sparks shot off the side of the truck and make twang noises as they rebounded off of the metal frame. A cop car drove right out of an alleyway directly in the path of the cube truck, the driver of the truck instinctively swerved to miss the car and scraped into the side of a parked car, this made him jerk the wheel violently to the right, the truck swerved around the brave alley police cruiser and skidded across the sidewalk, the truck ripped its way through a hedge into a park, it smashed through a fountain and two park benches while tearing up the well maintained grass! The cop cars followed, still shooting at the truck the entire time. The truck then bullied its way through another hedge as late night civilians dove out of the way, it hit the back of a parked Beetle and tore its bumper off as it skidded down a back street, and three police cars quickly followed it.

"We can't keep this up all night Johnny!" The passenger whined as he fired two shots back at the police following them.

"Just keep da truck on da road! I be bringin' ol Betsy out ere'! " A thug announced as he opened a trunk in the back.

The back doors to the cube truck swung open, the police following them suddenly stopped firing and gave each other a frightened look. A thug started firing a round barrelled mini-gun at the two squad cars, a large orange flame rapidly flashed as the mini-gun reached its full speed! The windshield of one squad car was quickly smashed to pieces by bullets, the driver hit the brakes and the police car rolled on its side then flipped over three times before coming to a mangled stop. The squad car behind that one avoided the destruction by ramming itself into a camper and coming to a complete stop, the last squad car wasn't so lucky. It had erupted into a huge ball of flame as the bullets chewed it up quickly. The cops had jumped out in the nick of time but were seriously injured on the pavement as they rolled for many yards before stopping, knocked out.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!!" All the thugs enjoyed the moment as they closed the back truck doors.

Then a red and blue costumed man in a red mask landed on the hood in a soft thud.

"You left your right signal light on!" Spider-Man pointed behind himself, the driver nodded to his passenger. The passenger thug leaned out his window with a handgun ready to fire at the intruder on the hood, to his horror, a web snatched the gun out of his hand and another strand of webbing quickly grabbed him by the wrist! He was hauled right out of his seat and into the air, the thug flew gracefully in the air, fifteen feet above the truck with a terrified expression on his face, Spider-Man released the web. The webbing attached to the flying thugs hand caught an overhanging light pole and he did three, Olympic style spins around the pole before hanging there by one hand, disoriented and exhausted.

Spider-Man quickly filled the front of the windshield with webbing, completely blocking the drivers view. The thug driver slammed on the brakes but was surprised as a red, web designed arm stuck in the open window and pushed the wheel to the right! SMASH! The truck crashed into a parked Volvo, completely caving in the rear and back half of the roof.

Spider-Man landed in the middle of the street in a crouch position. He watched the driver stumble out of the door with blood trickling down the bridge of his nose. What's this?! My Spidey sense is tingling slightly! There's something dangerous in the back of that truck! Whew! I thought I'd never feel that tingle again! The thug driver quickly pulled out a black handgun but Spider-Man swatted the gun away with a backhand, and then gave the thug a crunching right hook! THWACK! The thug spun around and smashed his head off of the truck door and fell to his back with a thud. The back doors to the truck opened and two thugs jumped out wearing black clothing, they both ran around the truck and pointed handguns right at Spider-Man at the same time!

Bang! Bang! They both fired with nearly perfect timing, he saw the bullets coming towards him in slow motion, he leaned backwards and shot two webs at the thugs, both web lines stuck to both of they're foreheads, the bullets whizzed past Spider-Man's head as he pulled back and did a back flip, both thugs launched forwards off of they're feet! Spider-Man landed and stuck out both of his arms, the thugs flew into each arm and they did quick back flips before landing hard on they're stomachs with multiple thuds.

"A double clothesline! They are down and out folks! " Spider-Man joked.

Another man appeared in black clothing from the back of the truck, this was what Spider-Man had sensed, and he was carrying a mini-gun! Before any smart remarks could be made, the man pressed the trigger and the barrel began spinning, large orange, rapid flames shot out of the barrel and the bullets ripped through the air creating a heat laser effect. But Spider-Man had already jumped behind the wreckage to his left, avoiding the stream of bullets that spit up cement in the distance.

"Ya bloomin' coward!" The man screamed as he fired more rounds into the wreckage sending sparks all over the truck and wrecked Volvo. One spark ignited leaking gas and both vehicles exploded! BOOM! The man flew on his back and landed on the sidewalk across the road, pieces of burning wreckage flew all over the street! A large mushroom cloud of black smoke rose up in the air. The thug gathered his wits and stood up, he stretched his back and was about to pick up his mini-gun several feet away when a car door slammed into his side, he fell awkwardly on his side, in pain from the fall.

"Guns are the number one reason for gunshot wounds in New York City." Spider-man joked as he landed next to the thug.

"Take 'dis den, ya freak!" The thug yelled as he whipped a knife out of his boot. He jumped up quickly and slashed at Spider-Man. He simply dodged the attacks and knocked the thug with a lightning quick right and left, he followed that with an uppercut! SMACK! CRACK! THWACK! The thug flew back and bounced off of a brick wall onto his stomach, on the hard sidewalk. Spider-Man tied the thug up in webbing then hung him upside down on a neon sign announcing The Queen Street Hotel.

"And the winner is," Spider-Man paused, then held up his own hand, "The amazing, Spider-Man!"

He smiled to himself as he watched the thug slowly bounce up and down from the neon sign. Unscathed as well, what's this?! He felt a slight prickle of pain in his right side. He noticed a hood ornament stuck into his right side from the explosion.

I take that back, not quite unscathed. He plucked the Volvo hood ornament out of his side and jumped into the night sky.


Well, that was a fun workout. Spider-Man swung from building to building through the city as police cars raced under him towards the mess he left behind. I should make my own exercise video, BEATING THUGS WITH SPIDER-MAN! It would be an instant classic. Oh! There's Angelo! His timing is perfect!

"Hey Angelo!" Spider-Man called out as he stuck to the side of an apartment building. A pizza delivery guy dressed in his stores yellow colours was walking down the sidewalk holding a temperature bag with pizza inside. Angelo looked around but couldn't locate where the voice was coming from.

"Up here!" Spider-Man waved.

"Oh! Hey Spida-Man! How you doin'? " He called out.

"I'm hungry! Think you can hook me up with some pizza! " Spider-Man rubbed his belly to make his point.

"Hey, no problem Spida-Man! Catch! " Angelo grabbed a pizza out of the bag and threw the box into the night sky, a web caught the box and it quickly zipped back towards the apartment where Spider-Man grabbed it, thanked Angelo and continued on his way.

Spider-Man entered his window to his apartment and quickly threw off his mask; he grabbed a slice of pizza as he struggled to take his red boots off. He grabbed his housecoat and plopped on the sofa, he grabbed the remote and was about to turn the television on when he realized something. I need to report to Commander Deimo! I don't need a buzzing reminder.

He walked out to the hallway and used the pay phone to dial Brumhild's number. I don't need those whack jobs securing my personal phone number. Funny thing is, with this bug attached to my collar bone, they could just look around and find good old Peter walking down a New York City sidewalk on the way to work. I don't think they're too interested in my secret identity though.

"Report!" Brumhild answered.

"Do you stay there all day or what?" Peter asked, smiling, he then took a big bite of his pizza.

"I'm not in the mood for your jokes Spider-Man, report."

"Nothing to report, boss. Except a well armed thug with a mini-gun, but that was nothing. " Peter watched carefully for any tenants walking around down the stairs.

"Don't waste your time fighting regular thugs Spider-Man! You have to concentrate on Mad Jong Pan Ye' and his experiment. Do I make myself clear? "

"As clear as this reception will allow, boss." Peter said, then the line died and he stood there in his housecoat holding a pay phone with a dial tone in his ear. What a cranky old sock. I wonder if he's related to Jameson in any way. Peter heard a clank noise at the bottom of the stairs. He quickly hung up the phone and looked over the banister. Nothing there. His landlord's door knob suddenly started to shake as someone was ready to exit the apartment, Peter turned and ran towards his room but the side of his blue housecoat caught a stray nail sticking out of the banister, his housecoat was ripped completely from his frame as he was left in his boxer shorts. He turned around quickly to try and retrieve his housecoat, but it was too late. His landlord stood at his door shaking his head at the scene before him.


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