AN: First I would like to thank for all the reviews, and then I am gonna take the opportunity to point out that I do have a plan for all this. I just have a little hard connecting the dots, and I hope that I'll get on with the main story soon. If you think about it, I might have give hints to it already in earlier chapters. Plus, I also noticed that my chapters gets longer and longer. I'll try to balance them hereafter.

Amazing fantasy: Marvel Medieval

Chapter 6 – Six little villains

Peter had wind the spring on his alarm clock to make sure he woke up earlie that morning, wich he did. He woke up feeling particularly happy, for once, after last night. When he walked down the stairs he noticed that Aunt May was already getting ready for work.

"Hey. Are you okey, Aunt May?" he asked.

She took a deep breath as she bottuned her jacket. "I guess so. I mean, I'm not okey but, I'm getting there. And there's no idea for us to starve to death, sitting here sulking. So I'm going off to work." She then changed the subject of their conversation. "So, tell me, how was your evening last night?"

Peter leaned back in his chair, trying not to smirk. "Oh, you know. It was... just swell. We went out and ate and then we danced. It was awesome."

The old woman could read her nephew like an open book. "Look at you."

"What?"

"Look at you. Smiling, blushing, that twinkle in your eyes. If I didn't know better I would say that my little boy has fallen in love."

Peter did not had a reply for that, his aunt's words just struck him like lightning.

"Well. I'll leave you with your heart. I'm off to work, and when I see this afternoon, I want to hear everything about your new girl. Bye."

And by that she walked out the door. Pete was still sitting in his chair, stunned. "In love? No way... Am I? No, it can't be. Or can it?" He shook off whatever was going on in his head, and started get himself ready for today. Now was the time for him to get himself a job.


Peter was surprised how easy it was for him to actually find The Bugle considering they were trying to remain secret. When he arraived at the harbor area he asked some sailers if they knew where to find it, they looked around their shoulders and and then pointed at a big building further down the block, he gave them a thanks and hurried off. Outside the building he could hear loud noices, like from some big machines, and when he in through the door he find himself in a big room with several printing presses. (These presses would of course be more like those we had in early 19th century).

About a dozen people moved back and forth between the printers with papers and ink. Peter walked up to one of them.

"Exscuse me, my name is Peter and I heard that you guys were..."

"Listen, kid, I only work here. If you wan't anything you'll have to talk to Mister Robertsson over there."

And Peter, a little insulted by the man atitude, said; "Um... thanks."

Pete walked up to an greyhaired, man of wakandian origin in his late forties talking to some women copying pages.

"Excuse me, are you Mister Robertsson?"

"That I am. And what can I help you with?" he answered. He had a warmth in his voice that made Peter think of a grandfather reading stories to his grandson.

"My name is Peter Parquier and I heard that you were looking for people. Is that true?"

"Yes it is. With Doom breathing down our neck and all a lot of our regular staff are to afraid to work here any longer. What do you do, son?"

"I paint and draw pictures, and I'm good at it to. Let me show you."

Peter reached for his bagpack and took out his portfolio, from it he showed some of his drawings of the city, statues, animals and people. Mr Robertsson seemed pretty impressed.

"These aren't bad. It was Parquier, right?"

Peter nodded. "Yes sir."

"Hm, listen. I'm gonna test you and if you succeed the job is yours. You see the young woman over there, she who's writing?"

Peter looked over where his possible boss just directed.

"You meen she with the brown hair?"

"Her yeah. Draw a picture of her so I can see you in action."

"As good as done." Peter took out a blank paper and a pen, leaned against the desk and started draw. The fact that the girl was moving was not a big problem, he just imagined her sitting on a chair in front of her desk facing his way, he just needed to take a peek at her to get the minor details right. He was done in less then two mintues.

"Wow, that was faster then any other drawer I've ever worked with. And it's still good enough for printing." Robertsson said when Peter handed him the result. "I think you got the job, kid. I'm just gonna go over this with our editor-in-chief Mr Jameson."

Peter strained himself not to jump up and scream YES! when Mr Robertsson turned around and walked up to an office door. He didn't even had the chanse to knock before a loud voice come booming out of it.

"...AND ANOTHER THING! YOU CALL THIS WRITING? I WROTE BETTER WHEN I WAS STILL NURSING! YOU'RE FIRED, GET OUT!"

The door threw open and a man ran out, both scared and angry by the look on his face, after him another man peeked out behind the door.

"Ah, Roberto. There you are, what do you want?" he said. He was a greyhaired man in the late forties with an irish accent, a silly little moustache and a cigar in his mouth, signifying some wealth.

"I wan't you to take a look at this, Jonah." The gentler man handed the drawing to the harsher one, who didn't seem to understand why.

"A picture of Miss Brant? What's the deal?"

"That young man over there draw this in less then two minutes, I think we should hire him."

The editor looked over at Peter, who tryed to be polite by waving to them, and he wrinkled his forehead.

"He's just a little kid."

"We weren't much older when we started doing this, Jonah."

"Okay, if you say his good then I belive you. Hire him, and make sure he's not in my way. Now, if you excuse me, I have work to do."

And by than he slammed the door shut. Mr Robertsson walked back to Peter.

"Jonah can be quite a nice person when you get to know him."

Peter choosed not to say anything.

"Now, Peter, listen. First you need to know one thing. Doom and his guys are not happy with the things we write about them, they tried to shut us down and even threaten us several times. Thats why I'm asking you to think hard if this is really what you want to do. Are really up to living with the tension and the possible danger?"

"You don't have to worry about me, Mister Robertsson. I can take care of myself."

"Good to know, just want to give you a heads up. I don't think that you'll be in any real danger but I still want you to know. Now, let's put you to work. Miss Brant, can you come over here, please?"

The brown haired woman Peter drawed came up to her boss and her new co-worker. "Yes, Mister Robertsson?"

"Betty, this is Peter. He's our new drawer and I want you to look after him while he gets started. Show him what he's gonna do, will you?"

"Sure thing, Mr Robertsson."

The woman named Betty showed Peter to some desk where he could work, and then she gave him some task to work on. For about three hours it was Peters work to copy some pictures, drawing models for the prints and making drawing for the reporters articles. It was quite easy, maybe a little boring the last hour.

"There, I think that would do for now. Thanks, Pete." Betty said. "Go over to Mr Robertsson and he'll tell you about your payment."

"Okay, thanks."

Mister Robertsson opened up a safe and handed Peter a small bag. Pete's jaw dropped when he noticed how much money was in there. A lot!

"Now." Robertsson said. "The money's good at this place, but we can't give you a steady salery on a monthly basis. And we don't need you here everyday, so I wan't you to show up three or four times a week, if you don't show up we'll do it without you. And if you keep drawing some pictures of your own we might buy some from you. For now, just come back in two days or so."

"Wow... I, yeah. I'll do that. Thanks a lot Mister Robertsson."

"Not a problem, kid. If you excuse me, I'll got some papers to do."

Pete said goodbye to his new co-workers and threw his bagpack on his shoulder, then he was out. Outside the building the started counting all the money in the bag in his hand, this was a one day salery, if he had been a stableboy this would been for two whole weeks. Life didn't seem all that gloomy all the sudden. He watched the belltower and noticed that it was nearly lunch-time. He had an idea for what he was gonna do now.


"MJ. MJ!?"

Mary Jane was sitting on a table, sewing togather some holes in a stage costume. She looked up at her working comrade, a blonde girl her age, who just had shouted at her.

"Huh... What?"

"Hand me the extra needle, pleace?"

MJ did, and they continued to work, but the blonde didn't let her get away that easy.

"You seem awfully spaced out today, MJ. Did something happend yesterday?"

The redhead blushed and looked at her feets. "Maybe."

"All right, MJ. What's his name?"

"How... what makes you think it's about a guy?"

"Because your cheeks are starting to match your hair." She shuffled closer to her girl friend. "Now, give me all the details. Is he cute?"

MJ combed back her hair with her hand. "Oh yeah, very. And he's smart and funny. He took me to this dinner place and we wen't dancing, and then we sat on a rooftop watching the stars. It was great."

"Wow. On the rooftop? That's a new one. What happend after that?"

"Oh, he escorted me home and then I kissed him good night."

"Mary Jane Watson, you dirty girl. Was he a good kisser?"

The young woman smiled. "He wasn't bad, but he need some training I'll tell you. That's nothing I can't fix."

The blond laughed at her friend. "So how did it end?"

MJ raised one eyebrow. "What are you saying, Liz?"

"I mean, did he need to leave through your window this morning?" the blonde girl said in a low voice.

"Liz! No, one kiss, that was it. You know I'm not that kind of girl. Besides, my mom and dad would kill me if they find out."

"Well, I'm glad you finelly met someone. Last year you had, like, a hundred suitors and didn't like any of them."

"Yeah, but the goodside is that YOU could choose anyone of those I turned down."

"That WAS a good year, yeah."

The two friends had a good laugh at eachother, MJ had to wipe of a tear from her cheek when they were done.

"Excuse me, but is there a Mary Jane Watson working here?"

"Yeah, in there, kid."

MJ and Liz looked over down the corridor, seeing a young brown haired man asking one of the stage workers for her. He had a basket on one hand and a bouqet of red flowers in the other.

"Oh my god. Thats him, that's Peter."

Liz didn't get a chance to react before Mary Jane had rushed down the room, out into the corridor and gave the boy a big bear hug.

"Whoa, easy. You could brake someones neck like that. Here, these are for you."

He handed her the flowers, she received them and took a big smell of them.

"Their lovely, but you really didn't need to."

"Think of them as a 'thank you' for last night."

At this point Liz had sneaked up to the two lovebirds. "Nothing happend, huh?"

MJ rolled her eyes. "Peter, this is my friend Elizabeth Allan. Liz, this is Peter."

Peter took Liz' hand. "Nice to meet you."

"You too. MJ just talked about you."

"Oh, really. In good spirit I hope."

MJ blushed again.

"Any way." Peter said. "I brought lunch. I was wondering if you would do me the honor to join me?"

"Of course I will. Liz, you wanna come along?"

"No thanks. I have no desire to be a third wheel, so I'll just get my stuff and eat at home." She packed some stuff in a small bag and started head down the corridor. "And your right, MJ. He is really cute."

Mary Jane hid her face in her hand.

"So, um." Peter spoke up. "The weather is nice, so I thought we could eat outside. Is that okay with you?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah sure."


The theater was placed in the clean neighberhoods, (well, clean-ER), and was just a small walk from the park. Since the war, there wasen't anyone who took care of it, so the park had grown pretty wild, more like a small forest. No one with their mind intact would go there by night, but at day, especially at lunch, there was a lot of people hanging out there. A lot of people ate their lunch there, so when Peter and MJ arrived, they couldn't find any available bench. But non of them had something against sit and dine on the grass. Peter had brought bread, fine cheese, grilled chicken and a bottle of apple juice, which was the only fruit available these days without the trade with other countries. The two teenagers sat there for fortyfive minutes, enjoying each others company and talking about stuff.

"This was an excellent idea, Peter."

"I'm quite proud of it myself, yes. But you should have some credit for it too, if not for you I wouldn't got that job at The Bugle and be able to buy us this."

"You got it?"

"You bet I did."

"That's great! And that means you'll have to take me somewhere nice and romantic in a near future." the young girl cooed.

"Guess I have to."

"Tell me, what did you thought we had as dessert?"

Pete was somewhat puzzled by MJ's question. "Um, I didn't really thought of dessert."

"Then I guess it's on me."

She leaned over and locked her lips to Peters, and they stayed there for a good while. When they finally broke for air Peter was sure he had a blackout for the whole time.

"Wow... that... now that's some dessert. You got more of that in store?"

"Lots of it."

"Then I think I'll have one more."

And they were at it again. This time their hands also held the others, and when they were finished they still hold their hands. They looked each other deep in the eyes, and Peter was turning bright red, then turned his eyes away.

"What is it?"

"I'm sorry, it's just so new to me. I never had a real girlfriend before."

Now it was Mary Jane's turn avert her gaze.

"I'm sorry. I... I shouldn't had said that. I'm so stupid."

"No. No, I'm just... I really like you, Peter, and I would love to be your 'girlfriend' in a not to far away future. I just think it's a little to early for us to say."

"You're properly right. Let's take it the time it needs.

They smiled at each other, still holding hands, the akward feeling they both just had slowly drifting away.

"Hey, I gotta get back to work. This was really great, we got to do this again sometime."

"I'll love to. I got to go and catch up with... some friends myself. So, I see you soon, okay?"

"Okay."

Peter nearly said to much there. He should properly not mention The Avenger, gods know how MJ would react to the fact that he risked his life on daily basis. Properly just as bad as Aunt May would.

Pete escorted Mary Jane back to the theater and waved her goodbye. He then walked along the street, heading for the temple with a lot to think of. "You know, this day is turning into one of the best days of my life."


Noreman had a special guest kept in the dungeons. An old witch who's skills he had made use of many times. She had lived alone in the deep forest when her door was kicked in and she had find herself overpowered by goblins and all kind of evil sprites. Of course it was pretty easy to overpower something who was both old, blind and paralysed below the waist.

"Now, Madame. I'm sure you now the drill by now. You help me and I won't let you starve this week, clear?"

"Of course." the shadow in the corner said with a weak voice. "Who do you wan't me to find for you."

The goblin leaned closer to the shadowed creature. "It never amuse me that you know what I wan't before I tell you, old bat. Now listen, I wan't you to find a petty little thief, a boy who broke into my tower and stole my favorite chain shirt. You are going to lead me to him so that I can put his head on a pike."

"You are of course talking about the metal vest that YOU took from MY house when your henchmen drag me off to rot down here."

The goblin smirked. "Finders keepers, old bag. Finders keepers."

The elderly woman signed, there was no idea, by now everything could either get worse or be just as bad.

"I need something that has belonged to him. A possession or clothing."

He reached into his pocket with his clawed hand and pulled out a small, burnt piece of cloth which placed in the wrinkled, dust covered hand of his captive.

"I ripped this of him when I fought him." he said.

"Yes, this will do. I can see his face quite clear. Please, give me papper and a pencil."

The goblinlord handled her a papper and a charcoal pen, and she started draw a face on it. A surprising feat since she was completly blind, and the picture become very a like. When she was done Noreman snatched it out of her hands.

"Yes, that's him allright."

"You will find him in Queens tonight. He has strong and brave friends, but you will find alone this night and he will be wearing the shirt on his chest."

"No audience? To bad. Well, hope you enjoy your slops, you old mummy."

He then put the drawing in his pocket and locked the cell the old woman was captured in and then left. The old woman sat on the dusty floor in the cold and empty cell, drawing Peter's face anew in the dust with her finger.

"Such an interesting young man. A warriors soul, a thinkers mind and a lovers heart." she said to no one special. "So young, but still so much pain, so much destiny. The gods must have something special in mind for this one."


"I take back everything I said about this day!!!"

Peter wiped his forehead clean of the zombie-guts that just splashed on him. If he had knew that he had to fight undead, animated, rotten corpses when he joined the Avenger, he would had secong thoughts about it.

When Peter had arrived at the Avengers headquarter they grabbed him along to their newest mission, which happend to take place in a mausoleum on one of the citys many graveyards. The evil necromancer Dead Skull was trying to animate more soldiers for his army, something the local rebelgroup could not allow.

Peter was now, alongside Captain Steve, Logan, Dr Stephen, Luke, Matt, Janet and Pym, fighting a horde of the living dead. Peter could barely stand the stench of these guys, and even though his training with Matthew had already started to pay off, he had absolutly no idea to handle this situation. Matt had given him an axe to use against the zombies but driving that sharp edge into rotting flesh just made his stomach turn.

"How you doing, Pete?" Luke asked him.

"Well this is my first undead extermination, and I can't say that I'm enjoying it."

"You're doing fine, just don't throw up in your mouth."

"To late."

Peter wondered how often his more experienced companions had done this, since they seemed fine with it. Luke and Matthew fought the zombies with swords, cutting of their limbs without so much as an expression on their faces. Stephen the magician had it easy, he just disintegrated the enemy with fire, while Janet and Pym seemed to have some problem. Pym's size made it hard for him to move under the roof, even though his club smashed zombies like tomatoes, and Janet's stings didn't had any effect on them since they didn't felt pain.

Logan, on the other hand, actually scared Peter more then the zombies. He had once again strapped his claws to his hands and he slashed zombie after zombie like a scythe through wheat, blood and mucus landing on his hairy body, and he LAUGHED while doing it.

Steve had already got past the braindead zombies and aimed for bigger targets. Skull. Trying to shoot the Avenger with black rays of dark energies, the vile lich hide behind some of his more dangerous servants. The Hydras, ghoulish creatures with sickly green and yellow skin, tried to claw and bite the captain as he approached, but he easily smashed their heads in. He know from experience that if he cut of any part of their body, not only would it grow out a new one but a new Hydra would grew on the severed limb, not unlike the reptilian monster they were named after.

When all four Hydras lie down, the captain closed in on Skull. The necromancer tried to stop the paladin by firing black rays at him, but Steve just deflected them with his magical shield, and soon he slammed the shield in Skulls face and drived his sword in the lichs side. Skull felled to the floor, pinned down by his enemies foot.

"It's over, Skull. This is the day when you finally pay for your crimes against humanity." the captain said as he pointed his sword at the dark magicians throat.

"You are all fools! This defeat meens nothing!" the undead sorcerer spitted out. "You will all feel the cold grasp of death before my fall! I shall unbury your bodies and turn you all into my thralls and use you to kill your own loved ones!"

"That'll have to do as funeral speech. Farewell Skull."

The captain thrusted his sword at the fallen necromancer, but before the blade cut into his flesh, the evil lich vanished before Steve's eyes with a soft FOOM. And Cap's sword hit the floor with a clang.

"NO!!!"

The Avenger's commander put his sword back into its scabbard and turned around to face his comrades while trying to hide his bitterness. The last zombie was now lying down, spasing, on the floor.

"There is nothing left for us to do here. Stephen, do what you most do. All you others scatter and we regroup in HQ later. And Logan, for the love of all the gods, take a shower!"

Peter walked out of that mausoleum pale and holding his stomach.

"Please tell me we don't have to do this again." he managed to utter.

"I wouldn't worry about it, Peter." Matt told him. "Our good Doctor of Strange will put a magic seal on this place, just like he did with all the other graveyards. Now there will be no more places to animate bodies at left."

"Oh, good." Peter felt calmer by those words, the last thing he wanted to do was to face his uncles lifeless body walking around. All the rebels went their own ways and Pete decided to head back home and wash up.

When Peter got home he found that Aunt May was talking to a man outside their door, the same guy who had told Peter about the rent earlier this week.

"But I don't know what you are talking about." Aunt May said. "We haven't got any notice about the rent."

"Don't try to fool me, old lady, I told your kid about it just a few days ago and if he haven't told you then thats not my or Shaw's problem. Cough it up."

"Please, I don't have those kind of money. My husband just died and..."

"HEY!!! I got your money, you extortier. Leave my aunt alone."

Pete handed the guy the bag which contained the rest of his salary from earlier today. The man took a look at it and counted the coins in it.

"This gives you another week." he said, then turned around and left.

Aunt May looked at her nephew. "Peter, why didn't you told me about this?"

"I didn't wan't to make you worried, you have enough to deal with as it is."

"You should had come to me at once, it would had saved us both some troubles, young man. And where did you get the money?"

"Oh yeah, that's right. I got a job at a paper."

"Oh my goodness. I'm so happy for you, Peter. Come, we go inside and talk all about it over dinner."

Peter started to feel a little better, sure his money was gone but at least now he could get new ones and he could handle the rent for now. After the zombie-battle, it amazed him how often his mood could make a complete 180 in one day.

"Peter, why are you smelling like the inside of a dead cow?"


Nightfall. The dark spread over The Queen's suburbia like a carpet. And in that darkness, evil men finds their right element. Over the dark blue, moon illuminated sky one of those men could be spotted.

Noreman rode upon a giant, savage bat with sharp teeth and wide horrid wings. The goblins had since along time back learned how tame these beast and use them as flying transportation. The animal soared over the rooftops, guided towards its destination by its masters reins. The bat came to land on a gravel pitch behind a larger factory. The rider jumped off and tied his animal up to a fence.

"I can see you, Otto."

Another man, much shorter and somewhat fatter, came out from the shadows. "I was worried that you told me tha wrong meeting point, I can not see any one else here. Didn't you mention that more would join us in your little vandetta?"

"Oh, they will come. In fact, I think some of them are already here."

As on command, three more men appeared, each one in their own special way.

The first one jumped out from the shadows, with inhuman strenght and speed, on all four like a cat. The man was dressed in the furs and skins from different animals, especially from big cats, his well-trained body was tanned and his fingers ended in claws. When he stood up one could see that his face was mostly human, but his eyes were big, yellow and with narrow pupils like a cat, and and his nose was very muzzle-like. Even his facial hair reminded of a cat.

The second one just appeared out of the thin air. He was an normal man, with black hair and pale skin, wearing a large purple robe. He was carrying a large crystal ball under his arm.

The third one had the most strangest entry. Up from the ground, a whirl of sand rised. The sand formed together and changed into a man. A large man with with a very muscular body, he was dressed in a turban and fabrics that covered his entire body except his hard, mad eyes.

"Good. Now we're just one man short." Noreman said. "Where is..."

The goblin was cut off by a load rumble in the sky. A lightningbolt came down from the clouds and hit the ground not far from the group of evildoers, making all of them but Noreman flinch from the sudden surprise.

Where the bolt had struck stood now a man, thin and scrawny with straggly hair, he was barechested and carried a lot of small metal objects in his belt. He had several smaller burn-scars and the entire him smelled like ozone.

"Sorry I'm late. I was bissy entertaining a lady, or rather she was bissy entertaining me, if you know what I mean."

"Charming." Otto said at the newcomer. "Quite the macabre group you have assembled, Noreman."

"Yes, I like it. Maybe an introduction would be fitting now. Men, this little guy is called Otto, and you will answer to him like you answer to me. Understood?" All the men nodded. "Good. Otto, shake paw with Kraven. He's the best hunter and tracker on the western hemisphere."

Otto looked at the lion looking man, and Kraven looked back at him. They did not shake hands.

"This guy is Beck, he's an illusionist."

The man wearing the robe and the crystal ball took a deep, theatrical bow.

"Big fellow overhere is called Flint. As you might noticed, he can turn himself into a sandstorm. And this is Díllon, he's a lightning mage. Now, squad, I have summoned you all here so that you can help me hunt down someone for me."

"You want us to find ONE person for you?" Kraven asked. His accent had elements of both russian and african in it.

"Let's call this earning my trust. Find this boy and I can guarantee you a large piece of the cake when I'm slicing up this lousy kingdom."

The goblin then took out and showed them the drawing of the same boy that had broken into his tower, which he had made copies he handed to them, and then throwed something at Kravens direction. It was the piece of cloth shred he showned the witch earlier.

"What can you make of this?"

The cat-like man smelled at the shredded fabric. "Not much, smells mostly like you and gunpowder. But I am picking up a small hint of man. If I can find the right scent, I think I can track him."

"Good. Now, listen. You're gonna be my hounds tonight, we travel with a hundred feets apart, and when you find this runt you soft him up and give off your signal so I can come and finish him off." The goblin then took the reins of his riding bat and jumped up to it's back. The animal flapped its wings and soared up in the sky.

"Let the fun begin, boys! AHA HA HA!!!"

The goblinlords laughter echoed over the roofs as his companions scattered into the shadows.


Peter and his friend Benny walked along the street, sipping on a lemonade each.

"So, you gonna see her some more then?" the blond kid asked.

"Of course I'll do. You know Ben, I really feel great when I'm with her. She's quite special."

"Wow... Never thought I'll see the day when Peter Parquier falled in love."

The brownhaired boy frowned. "I'm not... I don't think... I'm not in love."

"Yeah right, and I'm Balder. I'm just glad you're feeling better, after your uncle and all that."

"Yeah, well... You just got to except those things, you know. I just wish I could have done more to prevent it."

"What could you have done? He was killed by those stinking Doomorcs, it is all that tyrants fault if you ask me."

The two kids took a peek around them to make sure no one heard that.

"Hey! I got to go home before Aunt May start worrying." Pete remarked.

"Yeah I'm gonna head back home too, I got work tomorrow. See ya later, bro."

"See ya."

The two kids each headed their own way. For Peter, that meant into an alley where he changed his jacket for his red chain shirt and hooked up his rope shooter. He threw the lemonade mug in a trash can and climbed up to the rooftops. He wasen't really heading back home yet, he promised his friends at the Avengers to keep a look out for trouble and make sure that normal people left alone from criminals and other low-life. He had the feeling this was going to get fun.


"You found anything, Otto-man."

Otto looked over at Díllon with annoyance. "My name is Lord Otto. And no, I have not. I can do much but I can not make people appear when I wish them so."

"What do you think Goblin's gonna do to the kid when he finds him?"

"I do not know and I do not really care."

"Hopefully something nasty, don't you think?"

Otto signed.


A young blond man came flying out of the broken window and landed with his face in the mud. Another young man peeked out from the window.

"Nice done, Flash. I would give it a nine for take-off, eight for flight aaaaand just one for the landing."

The man called Flash got up on his legs, looking pretty angry.

"You're dead Parquier! You are so dead!"

Pete jumped out from the store and closed in on his opponent. He easily dodged from Flashs fist and hit him in the guts, then he smacked him over the face and kicked him, making fall back. Two of Flashs goons came out from the building, both looking a little beat up.

"Take him!" Flash yelled at them.

Pete swung around and fired his shooters, the hooks attached to the two goons pants fabric and Peter yanked them with all his strenght. Taken with surprise, the two thugs fell to the ground, splashing into the slush. Flash then tried to hit Peter when he wasen't looking, but Peter welt it coming, so he spinned around and gave the big guy an uppercut, making him fall backward again. The crooks was then smart to know that they had enough, so they ran away as quick as their legs could, with a dirty, wet and bruised up Flash following not to far after.

"Nice seeing you guys again! NOT!" Peter yelled at them. "They never learn. Well, looks like my work here is done, off I go."


Flash and his two goons hid behind a corner a few blocks away. They were all very sore from the beating they just had, and Flash didn't like it at all.

"I can't belive we got beat up by that little shrimp! AGAIN!!! What's wrong with you guys!?! He was just one!!!"

"Excuse me, but I am on the look for a specific person. And you young lads might be able to help me." a voice came from the darkness. Out from the shadows came a short, overweight figure with thick goggles and a heavy overcoat.

"Beat it, grandpa. Old people like you should go to bed by this time."

"Now, there is no reason for us to be rude. All I want is to ask you boys if you recognise this person."

"Are you deaf, four-eye? I said beat it! Or you WAN'T something bad to happen?"

Otto smirked. "Actually, I might prefer that, yes."

Four long chains came out from Ottos coat like four striking serpents. Two of them struck Flashs buddies to the ground while two others grabbed on to Flash and lifted him high into the air. Flash screamed like a little girl when he was dangling ten feet over the ground. Otto then send him down, making him smash into the dirt. The two goons took flight and ran away faster then they ever ran before, leaving their comrade alone with the six armed maniac.

"P-please... I tell you whatever you want. Please don't kill me."

Each one of Ottos grabbed one of Flashs arms or legs and lifted him up so he was facing him.

"Ow... OW! Please... I don't... I don't even know you..."

Otto backhand slapped the crying small-time thug. "Be quiet and listen to me, you piece of street trash. Have you seen this man before?" He then showed Flash the drawing he had got from the goblin.

"H-him? But thats... thats Parquier. I... I just ran into him. He's living with his aunt..."

One metal arm came down on Flashs face, knocking out a tooth and making him spit out blood.

"I did not ask for his life details. Where did you meet him?"

"Just... just a few minutes ago. Few blocks east... We broke into a store and he beat us up. That's it, I swear."

Otto let the meak thug fall to the ground, his tentacles slinking back into his coat. "Thank you, young man. You have been most helpful." The evil dwarf then left the young man there on the ground, writhing in pain.


"Yes, there is the scent of four men here." Kraven said as he smelled around the broken glass lying outside the store. "And one of them is similar to the one on the piece of cloth."

"Good. That means we're getting closer." Noreman grinned. "Everybody, pick up the pace! Kraven, fetch!"

The cat-like hunter dashed away like a speeding cheetah, getting closer and closer to his target.


Peter was walking down the street and was thinking about heading home, it was nearly bed-time. Well, it wasn't really his bed-time, but the time Aunt May wanted him to be home. And if he was even five minutes late she would be dead-worried about him. He was feeling pretty good about himself for beating up Kingpin's enforcers when a bad feeling started to grow in the back of his neck. He was not sure where this came from or why, but he thought it would be a good idea to speed up his walking.

As the feeling got stronger and stronger, Pete could feel a direction where the feeling came from. Something, or someone, was coming towards him from the other end of the street, fast. He tried to see what, but it was to dark to tell.

"What is that? Is that... Shit, whatever it is, it's heading right at me!"

The teenager started to run. He ran as fast his scrawny legs could take, he heard the galloping steps of his pursuer getting closer and closer. He was just about to make a turn and dive into an alley when he felt someone tackle him and force him to the ground. Peter hit the gravel hard, and felt a huge pain as what felt like claws slashed a big wound on his back.

"AAAAGH! What'a hell!?!"

Peter rolled around and kicked his attacker with both feets, forcing the maniac off him and into the trash cans. Without wasting time, Pete got up on his legs and rused towards the alley. But suddenly a brick wall appeared out of nowhere, apperently blocking his path.

"Wha... What...?"

Then a wind full of sand blasted into Peters face, with such force an surprice that he tripped and fell to the ground.

"Well, well, well. Look evrybody, seems that we caught ourself a small fry."

Peter's whole body froze as he heard that voice. He looked up and saw, as good as he could with his eyes full of sand, six men. All of them looking like pure hardass and evil. In the middle stood the very same goblin lord he had barely survived meeting a few days ago.

"You!? But..."

The goblin laughted at the poor boy, really guffawed at him, then he got something really scary in his eyes.

"Dinner's on the table, boys! It's all meat on the menu tonight!"


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