Author's Note: Hola Followers, Favoriters, and New Readers Alike! Finally, after about a week, another chapter of Spider-Man's adventures is here! Very sorry for the delay, but this entire week has been busy busy busy with college and what not. But i am going to be writing almost everyday now since my classes are 2 hours after i arrive on campus, so i have nothing better to do. I mean, what could be better than writing for my fans? NOTHING! besides... going to the BALTIMORE COMIC CON CONVENTION ON SEPTEMBER 8TH AND 9TH TO SEE ALL THE NEW COMIC STUFF AND MEET STAN LEE! Guys, i simply cannot wait for those 2 days. I wanted Stan Lee to read this, but unfortunately due to legal reasons (apparently) he cannot read or watch any fan made material which... really sucks butt.

Anyway, let me stop ranting and let's get back to some super hero ACTION! Hope you guys enjoy this chapter, because the next segments i have in mind are simply going to blow you guys away! bringing in more cameos, more action, more drama, and a special guest! and i close by saying, as always, EXCELSIOR!


Chapter 11: A Series of Mysterious Events Part II

It felt like he hadn't slept in days. Ever since he saw what the formula did to Anya, he couldn't even think about sleep. All that there was to be done was theory after theory, making sure that nothing would reduce the impact that it will have on everyone else. Yes, the muscle and bone enhancement worked beyond all belief. And yes, there were even added benefits like an almost super sense of reflex and sensory abilities. But with every good thing came a bad. It didn't take long for Norman and his team to realize that Anya Sofia Corazon had lost her memory as soon as she woke up the procedure.

It had nothing to do with the calculations, because he knew for a fact that they were all correct. It had nothing to do with Anya herself, because on every test run on her body, the simulations listed her as the perfect subject. So why then… why did such an abstract thing occur? And now she was out there doing god knows what. They had to get her back, they had to run more tests.

Norman took out his phone and contacted Alistair Smythe. It took a while for him to pick up, but he eventually did, sounding almost… worried.

"Alistair. The tech you were telling me about. I think it's time to test them out. Now…" Norman said. There was a long pause of hesitation, but Alistair gave the okay, and then hung up the phone. Norman hoped that he would be busy working on the final preparations for the prototype machines, but then again… Norman had hoped for a lot for things.


"I know, I know." Peter said through the communications device. Harry replied before Pete could even finish his though.

~No, you don't know. Gwen needs someone who can be there for her all the time. Both me and her are always wondering where you run off to. She was crying last week in my arms! Pete, you need to get your act together before you lose her.~

"I know… Thanks Harry. Look, I'll try to patch things up with her tonight, okay? I gotta go. Bye." Peter clicked off the call and landed his backflip on the rooftop of a building beside the edge of the city. He looked out, spotting the statue of liberty and her burning lantern. He thought back to memories of Uncle Ben, at least those could cheer him up for the time being.

Being a teenager and a Super Hero is so hard. Why can't I just have enough time to spend with my friends and family, and also have enough time to stop all these crazy wackos from hurting innocent people? Suddenly, as if summoned on cue, there was a terrified scream coming from not too far way.

Speak of the devils. Peter thought. He shot a web out after sliding down the side of the building for a few seconds and saw that there was a carnival a few short swings away. Which was strange because the carnival was almost never around at this time of year. He saw people running out, and then his Spidey Sense tingled. After a small explosion and another scream, Spidey was already in front of the carnival, running inside.

"HELP MEE! OH NOOO!" screamed a woman. Spidey turned quickly and saw that there was a sickly looking clown running at her with an extremely large hammer. He raised it in the air, but after the hammer was stuck by Spidey's web, the clown fell back from misbalance.

"Whoa there, buttercup. I think you're at the wrong party." Spidey said. He hopped on the clowns head and then flipped off, landing a hard kick right at his face before landing in front of the girl.

"The crazy psychotic clowns anonymous club is in New Jersey. Here, let me show you the way. Come on, *kiss kiss kiss* come on boy." Spidey teased. The clown got up, not showing any expression besides the painted smile on his face.

"Oooh, come on. Why so serious? Wait… can I get sued for saying that?" Before Spidey knew it, the clown split into two. And then those two split into four. They inched closer and closer to him, their faces growing more and more ferocious.

"N-n-now, now fellas. There's no need to get hostile- BAM, BAM!" Spidey shouted as he launched a face full of webbing into all of their faces. The arched back, trying to pull the webbing off. None of them were fast enough as Spidey knocked them all out with a few quick combos of punches and kicks. Once the clowns were on the floor, a loud, echoing laugh came from all around the carnival. After that, the environment changed from a happy place with rides to a horrific scenery with death traps at every corner.

"BUAHAHAHAHAAA… Welcome to the Mad House… Spider-Man. You're going to pay for what you've done to me. I SWEAR YOU WILL PAY!" The voice shouted. Spider-Man looked around, not sure what to make of everything that was going on. The "attractions" around him spun around and shifted into many different things, and then that's when one of them stopped and the doors opened.

"Well, one way in and looks like there's no way out. Guess I'll play your little game, Mysterio." Spider-Man said. He made his way into the large tent and was immediately greeted by an image of himself. Only he looked completely distorted. He looked around the room, and saw that every dingle mirror was a fun house mirror, some making him look impossible tall and slender while some made him look unreasonably large and disproportionate. One even made him look like a tiny pig for some reason, with the snout, ear, and everything else.

"You live your life every day, saving the pathetic, treacherous people of this disgusting city! I was like you once. I was the one these people looked up to! Stages were sold out to see ME PREFORM! BUT THEN YOU CAME ALONG AND NOW ALL THAT'S ON BROADWAY AND TELEVISION IS THE OH SO AMAZING WEB HEAD! Well… let's see just how amazing you are." The voice echoed through the room.

This isn't exactly what I would call a super evil plot to destroy me. Unless he's trying to make me feel insecure about my body. Then… that's sort of failing too. Uggh… Forget this. I'm out of here. Pete thought to himself. He turned to walk out the door, but it was replace by a rather large mirror with an image of him that towered above all the others.

"Whoa! I gotta stop doing Gwen's Monday morning stretches or I'll end up looking like this fool. Oh wait…" Suddenly, the image started moving in completely different ways than Peter was. It walked out of the mirror, along with three of the other mirror images, and immediately started to attack Spidey.

"AAHH! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I-i-I'm one of you! AH!" Spidey zipped out of the way and watched them all run into each other. Just then, he felt something latch onto his leg. When he looked down… it was webbing.

Oh great… "AAAAAAHH!" One of the mirror images slammed Spidey into the ground, back and forth and back and forth. Then the image made a mistake, and threw Spider-Man into one of the mirrors. The glass shattered and crumbled to the ground, along with the image it produced. It was obvious what he had to do now.

"Oh man this is gonna mean so many years of bad luck." Peter said. He zipped to the middle of the room, then shot a strong web onto every mirror in the room, then connected the web to where he was standing.

"Not to be rude but…" Spidey zipped to the ceiling and then dashed right for the center connecting web.

"There can only be ONE Spider-Man!" He shouted. Once he cannon balled onto the webbing, it pulled the mirrors down hard, shattering them all simultaneously. The room lit up a bit more and then the door in which he came through had appeared once again. That's when he saw Araña standing there with her arms at her waist.

"Hey, Araña! Finally, a friendly face." Spidey said. Her foot was tapping and her had a look on her face that made Spidey think of anything but friendliness.

"Only one Spider-Man, huh?" she said.

"What? Oh, come on you know I didn't mean it like that." He said. Araña nodded and then turned to walk away. The outside hadn't changed much. But now there was another site open. This one was a bit smaller than the last, but looked all the more creepy.

"Well, wanna see what's in this one?" Spidey asked. Araña shook her head and held her hand out, gesturing for him to go on his own.

"I'm fine. If I recall, this entire plot was meant to get revenge on you. And like you said, there can only be one Spider-Man." Araña said with a grin. Spidey glared at her, not diverting his eyes until he was inside of the small building. The door closed behind him, and then the voice came back again.

"It seems as though you have bested my first challenge. Not to worry, I have plenty more…"

"And just how much more is plenty?" Spidey asked as he walked forward.

"About 87."

"WHAT!?" Suddenly, the entire room started to turn, circling entirely and not stopping. The only part of the room that stayed stationary was the other side where a vent-like opening waited for him.

"Ha, this is no problem. Did you forget one of the reasons I'm called Spider-Man? Helloooooo? I can stick to walls genius!" Spidey jumped and zipped to one of the walls. He crawled and crawled, but the ending seemed to just get further and further away.

"Let me give you a bit of a history lesson, Spider-Man. There once was a great special effects man who everyone knew and loved. He worked on A-list movies, worked with star animations, and even amazing Broadway shows to make them look all the more realistic. But then, along came a little Spider… and it seemed as though his effects were yesterday's news! No one cared about special effects anymore, no one cared about illusions! All they cared about was YOU! ONLY YOU! But that ends today, Spider-Man. I will… have my revenge."

"Look Fishbowl head. I don't have time for all this nonsense. You want me to apologize for being a better act than you?" Spidey said as he crawled a bit faster. He shot his webbing onto the left and right walls and was suspended in the middle of the spinning room. He had to think of something. But then he realized that the walls were actually moving towards the exit while the one he had been on was moving away from it., so all this crawling was getting him nowhere What he had to do… was stay still.

"Even if you get through here, you will never get through the rest! I've spent months thinking of a way to destroy you! I will become the prize that everyone seeks once again!" Mysterio shouted. Spidey sighed and rolled his eyes. After a few seconds he reached the vent and crawled through. He found himself outside and Araña was right where he was.

"Jeez, what took you so long?" she said, tossing a small metallic spider up and down. Spidey grunted and patted off his tights.

"I'm sorry, but unlike you, I actually have someone TRYING TO KILL ME!" Spidey shouted. Araña laughed and then pointed to a tall structure not too far from them. From the top window, flashing lights could be seen, and Peter already knew that that was where Mysterio had to be. That's when Araña brought her hand back and then gave the tiny spider a hard chuck to the tower.

"With my scanner, I can see what's inside the building. Just one… sec. There! Alright, it looked like Mysterio is in there. I can tell by the fishbowl. Better get up there before he decides to put you through some more trials." Araña said. She clicked her visor and smiled at Spidey, who was smiling under his mask.

"Wow, that's pretty useful. Thanks…" Spidey said. He shot a web out to one of the cranes above. Before swinging he turned to Araña.

"You know, maybe working together isn't as bad as I made it out to be. We should do this more often." Spider-Man said. Araña nodded with a joyful smile and then waved her hand goodbye before shooting her own grapple to a different crane and swinging away.

"Alright, Mysterio. Time to take you out." Spidey said. He swung to where Araña's scanner was and poked his head into the window. When he did, a puff of gas shot into his face, and he suddenly felt himself falling from 400 stories, and his web shooters weren't working.

"Haha, did you really think you could find me that easily Spider-Man? Oh, no no no no no. This plan is absolutely fool proof."

"What… where am I? This can't be real. But it feels… so…"

"Precisely. I have entered your mind, Spider-Man. Whatever I see, you see. Whatever I want you to do, you will do. There is no fighting it."

"What… what are you saying?" There was a long moment of silence before Mysterio answered.

"That you will die here… Spider-Man. You will die, and I… will rise." Mysterio said. Suddenly, Peter landed, he was outside of his costume, and standing in front of him was a dark figure.

"And what better to take your life… that your greatest guilt in the world. The thing you cherish most. This man…" Mysterio said. The figure walked forward and revealed the face… of Uncle Ben. In his hands was a large and very sharp knife.

"No… No, this isn't right." Peter whispered. He fell to his knees with his fists balled up into a fist. Uncle Ben inches closer and closer to Peter, the knife inching towards his chest.

"Goodbye, Spider-Man."

Wake up!

"It has been… a pleasure…"

Web-head, wake up! Come on Spidey! Don't lose yourself! Don't follow the dream!

"Araña? That's right… this is just a dream! And I know for a fact, because Uncle Ben would never, EVER but me in harm's way. You forgot one thing in your little dream world Mysterio! The whole reason I became Spider-Man in the first place was because of this man right here. Uncle Ben was wise, kind, and… a father to me." Peter shouted. His Spider-Man suit formed right back onto his body and instead of holding a knife to Peter's chest, Uncle Ben now held out a kind and helpful hand. Peter grabbed it and stood up, his Uncle close behind him.

"We are who we choose to be. With great power comes great responsibility. Choose the path that your heart leads you towards. All of these words are from the people that I cherish; the people that made me who I am today. All of the people I love, all of the people I cherish. AND I WILL NEVER LET ANYONE TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME!" Peter shouted. A flash of everyone he cared about came and went, and then the dream world around him shattered like glass. When his eyes opened, he found Araña standing above him.

"Oh, thank god you're okay. What the heck happened?" Araña asked nervously. She looked around at the empty room and Spidey wasn't sure what to explain what was going on.

"Where-where's Mysterio!? Where's the giant carnival!? What happened!" Spidey shouted. He jumped up but felt his body ache. Mysterio was nowhere to be seen…

Another bad guy escaped. Uugghh… at least he only cares about taking me out, and not taking over the world or something like that. Peter thought to himself. Araña helped him walked and started explaining to him what she say. As soon as Spidey walked into the building, he collapsed. She had been trying to wake him up for three whole hours before he even responded to her voice. His heart was racing, he was screaming and tossing.

"That bad, huh…?" Spidey asked as he rested his head on Araña's lap. She nodded and watched as his head turned slowly to the side and he fell asleep.

"Well… I'm glad you're okay…" she whispered. She brought her fingers underneath his chin and felt the flap of his mask. Half of her wanted to lift the mask and find out who her hero was. And she almost did… but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She had no idea what would happen, why he wore the mask, and knew that it had to be for a good reason. If he stopped trusting her for any reason… she would have no one else to turn to. Instead, she left him laying down on her as she gently brushed her fingers along his masked face, wishing for nothing more than to stay right here for the rest of her days.