Episode Seven: My Valentine
After the sun finally set on Chamberlain. Carrie sat watching from the tallest tree she could find. The castle that was the home of Holland Mathews. The owner of the facility. Apparently every town has it's own facility each with a different caretaker so to speak. These owners are more like overpriced janitors than they are leaders. Carrie had tried all day to find the company responsible for funding these off the record research labs. But every time she searched the internet for answers, it would always tell her a new story. Some saying that these buildings are the property of Oscorp Industries, other's saying Stark Industries. And then even more saying it's S.H.I.E.L.D, or Reed Richards. She might not be a computer genius, but their was no question. Someone was trying hide their involvement in these facilities. It quickly became very clear to Carrie that they were the ones coming after her. Watching her every move. And if anyone could get her answers, it would be Mathews.
Tearing off the plastic from her new toy. Carrie wasn't taking any risks with her identity. There was an old Chinese store down town that sold voice changers. And while she figured it wouldn't be very high tech. At least it would make her voice a little harder to recognize. Giving it a quick test run. It ended up sounding better than she thought. Her voice sounded deep, and boyish like. It was also a strange sounding boy. With a gravely yet creepily pleasant sounding tone. It was just the default setting but it will have to do. She duck tapped it to the inside of her annoyingly baggy mask. And wrapped it around her head. She was also starting to take this web slinger character a little to heart now a days. Her body was completely drenched in black clothing. Gloves and everything. She pulled her hoodie over the top of her mask and began her search of the grounds. Her search for Holland Mathews.
Landing in the front lawn. The yard was filled to the brim with security. Someone's on edge after the carnival incident. "It's The Web-Slinger!" Stealth wasn't really Carrie's kind of thing these days. And honesty with all these great powers, it was hard to resist giving someone a good beat down. Spraining ankles, bruising ribs, and breaking arms. Carrie was still lost in the power. Getting that under control will not be easy, but that unfortunately will have to wait until this stalker of hers is dealt with. Tossing a rather large man through the front door. Holland escaped out into the backyard towards the woods with a gun in hand. "What do you run from me?" Carrie asked with her disturbing voice changer. Shooting off a line of webbing straight to Mathews neck. Wrapping it around twice and pulling him up with all her strength. "I wanna talk to you Holland." She said angrily.
"Someone in the company you work for is after me and won't leave me alone…I need to know that persons name….please." She asked dropping him back to the ground before he passed out. "…I don't know…you don't understand...your not the only one he's stalking." He said trying to breathe. "That house…those guards…it's more of a prison than a palace there are cameras everywhere he is constantly watching me." "Why is he doing that?" Carrie asked sounding slightly surprised. "He does that to everyone who runs one of these facilities…he's kind of paranoid about secret keeping….making sure we don't talk to the wrong people…or he, does it because he's personally interested in someone." "Someone like you Miss White." To say Carrie was shocked to hear this was an understatement, her imagination was all she had to see what kind of creature this guy most likely was. "...listen I'm…he will kill me, if he knew I told you this but….he has probably put cameras everywhere in your house he is a total psycho…and if he has done this...it means her is literally watching you 24 hours a day or whenever he can." Holland said like he was speaking from experience.
"He is no doubt…watching you while you sleep…while you use the toilet…while you shower…while you make love he is always watching you…this guy has no idea about right or wrong…it's not a sexual thing he's into I can promise you…but yes he has…most likely seen you while you take your cloths off." "I WANT A NAME!" Carrie shrieked, filled with rage after what she just heard. "I DON'T KNOW HIS NAME…he never tells anyone who he is, or were he lives…he could be living in the fucking north pole for all I know…all I know…is the company I work for…is basically a ghost company called, Valentine…and the only name I know that he goes by is…he likes to call himself, Jitter-Bug." Holland admitted, almost expecting to be shot right now by some anonymous hitman. "Why would you just got and tell me that is he's really threatening you're life?" She said thinking of that pervert, watching her while she washed herself, one of the only things she enjoys doing at home. "Because I want to kill that asshole too…you…you and I can…work together to find him...seriously with my power in the facility…I can get you anything you need…tech…weapons…information…anything you name it." Holland suggested, finally being able to smile again after all these years of torture. Carrie was like and answered prayer, he had been hesitant to reach out to her before but now that she's here. Maybe there was finally a chance to stop this crazy man, once and for all.
Carrie thought about it for a second. Maybe having an inside man on this, Jitter-Bug's operations will do her some good for her. She hesitantly pulled away her mask and, presented this terrified man with her prettiest smile. "I, I have no way to get into contact with you…we can't be seen together you know." Carrie said, helping Holland to remain on steady feet. "Well…take my phone…it's untraceable…and it's the only thing I got that the boss hasn't bugged…cause he, don't know about it..." Holland suggested weakly throwing her his weird looking phone. "Don't worry I'll…make another one for me…I got a thing for building shit." Carrie took notice of that, "Are you the one who made these web things?" She asked. "Yeah…I've made all your shit…the bosses right hand guy tells what to make and I make it…I was supposed to put a tracker in those things actually but…convinced them otherwise, told them that would be the first thing you looked for…" He said rubbing his neck.
Carrie smiled knowing her beautiful web shooters weren't tainted. Holland Mathews it appears has been her friend inside longer than she thought. Maybe he could really help her in this fight against a man, who's name she is yet to learn. "…Okay…well work together…" Carrie said, clearly nervous about what may happen next. Now that she's learned what kind of man this stalker really is. "Great but listen Carrie...just be careful kay…don't trust anyone…anyone you don't know…well find this asshole, together." Mathews proclaimed confidently. "…Okay…thank you…" Carrie said with a shy smile hidden behind her mask.
"Oh and just between you and me…maybe try and come up with a better name than…The Web-Slinger…and that voice box your using is fucking terrifying by the way..."
To Be Continued...
