You're climbing the walls of your room in desperation as you look for the appropriate clothes to wear. In three hours, you'll be going on the biggest most special important date of your life. The boy in your life means everything to you and you want to show him how much. You pick out the most tasteful clothes you can find and file them aside as you get ready. Your anticipation for seeing him again almost causes you to burst out in excitement. Now, you hope he will be on time. Because you can't face another let down from Peter…
ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN #13 "ON THE OTHER HAND…"
You see distant faces all around you. You hear voices calling you as you run as fast as your legs will carry you. The money satchel in your hand will pay for the fix your just aching for. If you just make it down the upcoming alley and through the back streets, you'll lose them. The sounds of mechanized whirring catch your attention and you look up just in time to be showered in Spider-Man's webbing. He takes the bag from your hand and pats you on the bare arm.
"Buck up. You'll have plenty to think about in the slammer."
He hands the satchel back to the bank and you stand their sulking as you now wait to be booked for bank robbery. You think about how such a dumb move you have made and how you wish you could make it go away, but as the police car pulls up the realization that its happening takes over. Where do you go now?
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You feel the wind rushing up to your face as you swing from the rooftops on your cable line. Your platinum blonde hair blowing away from your face as you grab hold of a ledge and climb up to retract your line. You walk across the ledge like a nimble cat and climb inside of your apartment, shutting the window behind you. You peel off your black top and make a quick change. The daily news plays and speaks about your latest exploit. You smile and stretch your legs as you linger over the couch. A special report about a Spider-Man sighting comes on and you turn up the volume.
"--ust moments ago Spider-Man foiled a bank robbery down here in Brooklyn. Many eyewitnesses are unsure of what to make of this development since the appearance of the masked vigilante almost a month ago."
You shut the monitor off and place both of your arms under your head. All you can think about is the eventual encounter between yourself and Spider-Man. Only then will the Black Cat sharpen her claws.
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You wish things were easier, but they're not. You stand on your feet amidst a nest of vipers and every one of them is willing to kill you to take what you have. So you realize you have to make an example. The kind only the crime master could come up with. You make this decision knowing it will cost lives, but you're not worried about that. You're more concerned about how much longer you can hold onto to what you have. So what if a few hundred innocents die. It will be even more rewarding for your claim to power. You pour yourself a drink. Only the strongest stuff will do. You're in for the big time. You just have to hang on a while longer…
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You wipe away the tears from your eyes as you look into the mirror. The rain distorts your reflection. Such beauty becomes waste doesn't it Gwen Stacy. It's been a long day and your tired, down right exhausted. Your feelings have been mangled and now they lay before you in a twisted pile. All you want to do is get home and eat a carton of cookies and cream ice cream. The light changes and you pull out only to be sideswiped. After that, everything goes black…
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Distant voices call out to you. They tell to let go, but you can't. There's nothing below you to catch when you fall. It's too big of a drop. That's when you feel strong gentle arms wrap around your waist and you see the masked sticking to the building in front of you.
"Let go. I have you."
"A-are you sure?"
"Yes."
"A-all right."
You feel him pull you close into the safety of his arms and then it's a comfortable ride down to the street. He lets you down gently and all you can do is look at him and wonder.
"Who are you?"
"Who else? Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!"
He swings off and suddenly the streets, no the whole city feels a whole lot safer.
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Darkness is everything around. Your blind, but you can't let that stop you. You feel the comfort of Kevlar micro weave against your skin. You twirl you billy club in your hand and search out for your guiding light. Taking the first step off your brownstone, you launch the grapnel and pull taut when it catches hold of a rooftop. Swinging over the city, you feel almost like a bird. You wish you could see it. However, right now you have some more important things to take care of. Namely, who tried to kill Elektra?
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You wonder where is he. You have to know what's keeping him. You're nervous and downright jittery. You can't help feeling this way. It's becoming scary the more you think about it. What if he stands you up? What if he just decides that you're not good enough? What if…no, you have to get a grip. It's the only way you'll get through it Mary Jane. So you continue to wait. Patiently.
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You tell yourself that such a ridiculous story can't be true. Who would believe that there is a giant alligator in the sewers? What kind of cornball would come up something like that? You climb through the filth with your patent spider-signal lighting your way. You don't see anything so far, but you do get these vibes of danger all round you. Like always you have no idea what the danger is. You just let your heightened reflexes do their work and don't ask the how's and why's. You pass a junction under Times Square and that's when your body tenses. Your spider sense is reacting to the area your in. Something's wrong. Something smacks into your back and you go crashing into the wall. You see the giant green scaled tail and leap out of the way just in time. That's when you see those eyes. Green moons on a scarlet background, like something out of a horror movie. Your side is slashed and you barely avoid the blow to your ribs. You see his teeth and you start to panic. Right now, you're trying to do everything, but panic. You unload almost two whole cartridges of webbing on this sucker and he tears through it like tinfoil.
"Your webssss are uselesssss against me just like you are."
He can talk. You didn't know he could talk and now your going batshit crazy trying not to be killed. Your coming to realize this isn't your everglades variety alligator. What it is or what it was doesn't matter now. Because your life is about to become nonexistent as the creature beats on you and outsmarts you at every step you attempt. You full into the slimy refuse beaten and bloody. The creature grabs his head and takes a glance at you before departing. You groan as you climb out of the sewer and attempt to make it home. Your pride is all but destroyed. You've been beaten and almost killed if the thing hadn't stopped for whatever reason. You're lucky to be alive. You pray now that you can recover and try to think of plan. You know it's your responsibility if something happens to some one because of that thing. You just hope that Mary Jane can understand.
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Your mission is your focus. It completes you. You don't complete it. Your name is Marc Spector, but lately you're not so sure of that. You have been following the will of Khonshu the Egyptian god of vengeance. You believe yourself to be his eternal servant and his weapon. Yet is that what you really are? Or do you suffer from the history of mental illness that runs in your family. You push aside those thoughts as you dress in your garb as the servant of the Khonshu. There is much to be done and you're determined to do what must be done.
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You have a feeling that just won't go away. You can't describe it in words. It's just something that gnaws at you like repressed guilt or sadness, even fear. You stand up and start to walk away hastily when you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. You take a glance over your shoulder only to see the bench that you're quickly leaving behind. Your fear elevates just a little, but you move faster. You tell yourself everything will be fine. Get a grip Mary Jane and you'll be fine. Won't you? Why do you keep looking back? You still hear footsteps and that terrifies you. You take one last step before turning around to see the horror in front of your pretty, green eyes then faint onto the sidewalk. What fate awaits you now?
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You can't take another step. You're exhausted. Your body aches and you've lost blood. You need help, but Aunt May would freak out if she saw you like this. You look at your cell phone and press the memory button. You just hope that she's home. If not you may not make it.
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You lie on your bed flipping through Teen Magazine and reading on the latest celeb gossip. Your heart flutters a bit at the sight of Aaron Carter when your cell phone rings. You pick it up and hear Peter's voice. He's frantic. You tell him to slow down. What he tells you defies what you can believe, but he sounds like he's hurt. He's breathing hard. You tell him where you'll meet him and grab your purse as you head out the door. You hope that he's okay and wonder if just maybe you should call MJ…
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You walk inside of your house holding your head. The intense pain begins to subside. You take a deep breath and look at clock on top of your entertainment center. It reads twelve thirty a.m. Your exhausted and you can't remember much. The only thing that concerns you now is getting some sleep. Tomorrow you'll check on Billy, but right now, you lay on your bed and go to sleep.
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Jessica arrives and you can see the panic on her face. She walks over to you and looks you over.
"We need to get you to a hospital, Peter."
"No! No hospitals. God, I can't take the risk of Aunt May finding out."
"Are you nuts! You're bleeding all over the place."
"I know, but you can help me. You know first aid from that class at the youth center. Just bandage me up and my body will do the rest…"
"I-I don't know. What if your hurt internally."
"…Look if it gets real bad then I promise…I will let you call an ambulance."
"Promise?"
"Yes…"
You can see the look on her face. She's not sure whether to believe you or not. You take hold of her hand and squeeze it. She lowers her eyes and nods. You allow yourself to relax and slowly pass out.