Spider-Man : Enter Sandman
part 9
Spidey could hear the policemen cocking their guns, ready for the slightest movement from either of the super powered men. It was Sandman who moved first. He started spinning around, faster and faster, the colour of his body changing once again, to a light sandy colour. His body seemed to disintegrate somehow, the molecules becoming loose - like sand blowing in the wind. His spinning motion created a small whirlwind.
The cops tried to hold their ground, grasping at anything that would hold them in position. Spider-Man, seeing his chance, shot a webline at a window on the other side of the room. Pulling on the web, he broke out the glass. He started running to the window, his wall-crawling abilities giving him the advantage of being able to stick to the floor as he ran.
Sandman, seeing his enemy flee, stopped his assault on the policemen. He looked around, seeing what he wanted, he ripped a basin right out of the floor. Water gushed right out of the open pipe. Raising it over his head, he flung it at the wall-crawler with all his might.
Spider-Man's warning sense warned him just in the nick of time. He fell down flat on the floor, letting the heavy object fly right over his head and out the window. He turned back to look at the Sandman, and noticed the spray of water behind him.
Spidey leapt up high into the air, shot a web at the ceiling, and swung at the Sandman at incredible speed. Catching his enemy unexpectedly, he knocked him backwards with a two legged kick. Spidey rolled backwards, and came to his feet, ready to face his enemy again.
Sandman fell flat on his back, right into the gushing water. The expression on his face changed to one of pure horror, as realised what was happening. He tried to lift his arms, but pieces of it just broke off, in a mud-like substance and fell to the floor, alongside him.
The dazed and bruised policemen were starting to collect themselves. The wall crawler realised that his time to escape was at hand. He leaped to the ceiling, clung to it, and crawled into the ventilation shafts. Once he was inside, and away he breathed a sigh of relief.
Had he managed to stop the Sandman for good? He hoped so. A man with powers like those could be nearly invincible.
The officer in charge surveyed the damage the two super powered men had caused. Lots of computers had been broken and scattered, a wall had been destroyed. A sink had been ripped out of the wall and floor - leaving a stream of water gushing into the room. He noticed something out of the ordinary by the broken pipe. Mud? How could there be mud in here?
The mud had almost been washed away completely, washed into the stormdrains. The officer picked up a small piece of it, and placed it into a zipper bag. The science boys at the station would probably find it interesting.
May Parker picked up the newspaper on the porch, in front of her front door. On the front page of the Daily Bugle, there was a photo of Spider-Man and the Sandman fighting, the headline read " Spider-Man, Sandman destroy Pharmacutical company! " Underneath the photo, in small print was Peter Parker's name. She frowned. The boy was always putting himself in the line of danger, just to make some extra cash. Selling photos of that masked man could only mean trouble. She hoped he was alright. Still she was proud of him, he had become a man, and was taking care of himself. His uncle Ben would have been proud too. A single tear came to her eye as she remembered the man she had loved for so long. Fate could be so cruel. Robbing an old woman and young boy of their only family.
He studied his face in the mirror. He had a black eye, a split lip and a huge bruise on his chin. Peter sighed. " You sure aint gonna win any beauty contests today, Pete! " He said to his reflection. Last night had been a tough fight. For a moment, he wondered if all his efforts were really worth it. Norman Osborn had once told him, that despite all his efforts to help those in need, they would still hate him eventually.
But he had made an oath. Because of his carelessness, an innocent man had died. A man he loved like a father. He would never let anyone ever go through what he did. He would protect the innocent from the evils of this world. There wasn't one day that passed, that he forgot the words his uncle had told him that last day. " With great power, comes great responsibility. "
He picked up a framed photo of his Aunt May and Uncle Ben smiling broadly. Peter, of course, had been the photographer. " I won't let you down, uncle Ben. " Peter said to the photo. " Never again. I'll never let you down again. "
Weakly, Will Baker opened his eyes. He found himself in a dark tunnel. A stormdrain. The water from the pipe... it had swept him away like he was nothing more than a pile of sand. He was relieved to find himself intact. The mass of mud which had been his body had luckily mostly stayed together long enough for him to dry out and reform.
In a mad rage, he let loose a terrible scream, and slammed his fist right trough the concrete wall. Someone would pay for this, and pay dearly. All he had now, was revenge. Toomes would pay. Spider-Man would pay even more dearly.
" Baker is dead? " Toomes asked, almost feeling disappointed.
" Yes sir, apparently Spider-Man killed him. "
" How? " Toomes watched his secretary carefully.
The young blonde woman was uncomfortable in his presence. " I... I don't know, sir. Something to do with water. "
" Water! How ingenius... " Toomes mused. " Of course sand and water don't mix well. "
" Sand, sir? " The girl asked, not following Toomes' monologue.
With a gesture of his hand, he dismissed the young woman and got to work on his computer. His Molecular Disruption Bomb, had quite literally turned Baker into dust. But he had never foreseen that the victim of the blast would be able to still live, and gain super human abilities.
Super human... those two words sent a shiver down Toomes' spine. All his life he had been weak. Frail. His quest in life was to achive great power. With great power, comes great opportunity, he always told himself. It was in his reach.
Toomes' telephone rang. He picked it up and answered abruptly.
" Mr. Toomes, this is Detective Stacy of the NYPD. "
Toomes' tone changed as he heard the man's name. They were probably investigating Bestman's disappearance.
" How can I help you, detective? " Toomes asked politely.
" I'm investigating the disappearance of your business collegue, Greg Bestman. "
" Ah yes. How can I assist your investigation? "
" I was at your home earlier this morning. Your housekeeper told me I might find you at work, but your security personnel would not grant me access to your building. "
Toomes gulped. The police shouldn't have been sent away. They'd suspect him now, for sure.
" I apologize, officer... "
" Detective. " Detective Stacy cut him short. " I just wanted to speak to you before I come banging on your door with a warrant, " the policeman warned. " We have reason to believe there have been several attempts on Bestman's life. "
" And you think I'm involved? " Toomes asked indignantly.
" I'm not saying you are, and I'm not saying you're not. I've got my eye on you Toomes. Just know that. " Detective Stacy hung up.
Adrian Toomes picked up the phone base set, bashed it on the desk, and flung it through the closed window, sending pieces of glass flying.
part 9
Spidey could hear the policemen cocking their guns, ready for the slightest movement from either of the super powered men. It was Sandman who moved first. He started spinning around, faster and faster, the colour of his body changing once again, to a light sandy colour. His body seemed to disintegrate somehow, the molecules becoming loose - like sand blowing in the wind. His spinning motion created a small whirlwind.
The cops tried to hold their ground, grasping at anything that would hold them in position. Spider-Man, seeing his chance, shot a webline at a window on the other side of the room. Pulling on the web, he broke out the glass. He started running to the window, his wall-crawling abilities giving him the advantage of being able to stick to the floor as he ran.
Sandman, seeing his enemy flee, stopped his assault on the policemen. He looked around, seeing what he wanted, he ripped a basin right out of the floor. Water gushed right out of the open pipe. Raising it over his head, he flung it at the wall-crawler with all his might.
Spider-Man's warning sense warned him just in the nick of time. He fell down flat on the floor, letting the heavy object fly right over his head and out the window. He turned back to look at the Sandman, and noticed the spray of water behind him.
Spidey leapt up high into the air, shot a web at the ceiling, and swung at the Sandman at incredible speed. Catching his enemy unexpectedly, he knocked him backwards with a two legged kick. Spidey rolled backwards, and came to his feet, ready to face his enemy again.
Sandman fell flat on his back, right into the gushing water. The expression on his face changed to one of pure horror, as realised what was happening. He tried to lift his arms, but pieces of it just broke off, in a mud-like substance and fell to the floor, alongside him.
The dazed and bruised policemen were starting to collect themselves. The wall crawler realised that his time to escape was at hand. He leaped to the ceiling, clung to it, and crawled into the ventilation shafts. Once he was inside, and away he breathed a sigh of relief.
Had he managed to stop the Sandman for good? He hoped so. A man with powers like those could be nearly invincible.
The officer in charge surveyed the damage the two super powered men had caused. Lots of computers had been broken and scattered, a wall had been destroyed. A sink had been ripped out of the wall and floor - leaving a stream of water gushing into the room. He noticed something out of the ordinary by the broken pipe. Mud? How could there be mud in here?
The mud had almost been washed away completely, washed into the stormdrains. The officer picked up a small piece of it, and placed it into a zipper bag. The science boys at the station would probably find it interesting.
May Parker picked up the newspaper on the porch, in front of her front door. On the front page of the Daily Bugle, there was a photo of Spider-Man and the Sandman fighting, the headline read " Spider-Man, Sandman destroy Pharmacutical company! " Underneath the photo, in small print was Peter Parker's name. She frowned. The boy was always putting himself in the line of danger, just to make some extra cash. Selling photos of that masked man could only mean trouble. She hoped he was alright. Still she was proud of him, he had become a man, and was taking care of himself. His uncle Ben would have been proud too. A single tear came to her eye as she remembered the man she had loved for so long. Fate could be so cruel. Robbing an old woman and young boy of their only family.
He studied his face in the mirror. He had a black eye, a split lip and a huge bruise on his chin. Peter sighed. " You sure aint gonna win any beauty contests today, Pete! " He said to his reflection. Last night had been a tough fight. For a moment, he wondered if all his efforts were really worth it. Norman Osborn had once told him, that despite all his efforts to help those in need, they would still hate him eventually.
But he had made an oath. Because of his carelessness, an innocent man had died. A man he loved like a father. He would never let anyone ever go through what he did. He would protect the innocent from the evils of this world. There wasn't one day that passed, that he forgot the words his uncle had told him that last day. " With great power, comes great responsibility. "
He picked up a framed photo of his Aunt May and Uncle Ben smiling broadly. Peter, of course, had been the photographer. " I won't let you down, uncle Ben. " Peter said to the photo. " Never again. I'll never let you down again. "
Weakly, Will Baker opened his eyes. He found himself in a dark tunnel. A stormdrain. The water from the pipe... it had swept him away like he was nothing more than a pile of sand. He was relieved to find himself intact. The mass of mud which had been his body had luckily mostly stayed together long enough for him to dry out and reform.
In a mad rage, he let loose a terrible scream, and slammed his fist right trough the concrete wall. Someone would pay for this, and pay dearly. All he had now, was revenge. Toomes would pay. Spider-Man would pay even more dearly.
" Baker is dead? " Toomes asked, almost feeling disappointed.
" Yes sir, apparently Spider-Man killed him. "
" How? " Toomes watched his secretary carefully.
The young blonde woman was uncomfortable in his presence. " I... I don't know, sir. Something to do with water. "
" Water! How ingenius... " Toomes mused. " Of course sand and water don't mix well. "
" Sand, sir? " The girl asked, not following Toomes' monologue.
With a gesture of his hand, he dismissed the young woman and got to work on his computer. His Molecular Disruption Bomb, had quite literally turned Baker into dust. But he had never foreseen that the victim of the blast would be able to still live, and gain super human abilities.
Super human... those two words sent a shiver down Toomes' spine. All his life he had been weak. Frail. His quest in life was to achive great power. With great power, comes great opportunity, he always told himself. It was in his reach.
Toomes' telephone rang. He picked it up and answered abruptly.
" Mr. Toomes, this is Detective Stacy of the NYPD. "
Toomes' tone changed as he heard the man's name. They were probably investigating Bestman's disappearance.
" How can I help you, detective? " Toomes asked politely.
" I'm investigating the disappearance of your business collegue, Greg Bestman. "
" Ah yes. How can I assist your investigation? "
" I was at your home earlier this morning. Your housekeeper told me I might find you at work, but your security personnel would not grant me access to your building. "
Toomes gulped. The police shouldn't have been sent away. They'd suspect him now, for sure.
" I apologize, officer... "
" Detective. " Detective Stacy cut him short. " I just wanted to speak to you before I come banging on your door with a warrant, " the policeman warned. " We have reason to believe there have been several attempts on Bestman's life. "
" And you think I'm involved? " Toomes asked indignantly.
" I'm not saying you are, and I'm not saying you're not. I've got my eye on you Toomes. Just know that. " Detective Stacy hung up.
Adrian Toomes picked up the phone base set, bashed it on the desk, and flung it through the closed window, sending pieces of glass flying.
