Episode Twenty One: A Black Pawn
"Well your ah, cooperation in this difficult time was certainly appreciated Miss White."
Jitter-Bug taunted Peter and Carrie as, they had to fight every fiber of their being not to destroy him right then and there. "You realize we can't follow him right. He defiantly has our sent. But I have his, oh and it smells so good." Carrie said taking a sniff of the air. "Um okay, so thats something a spider can do I guess?." Peter sarcastically said, thinking of what else Carrie must have been though since they last meet. "Yours smells pretty great too." She said sniffing around Peter body like feral dog. "What are you doing?." Peter said instantly snapping Carrie out of her animistic trance. Something really strange has happened inside of Carrie, something deeper has changed, something deeper than genetics. "So-sorry, I-I couldn't help myself." She said laughing. "Did something else happen to you recently, because if so your the luckiest girl in the world getting superpowers from a freak accident two times in a row." Peter and Carrie meet eyes, it was so good to see him after all the craziness that has happened. "So hey, what's been going s on since I've been gone." Peter asked gently punching Carrie's shoulder.
"Ah, Peter. Maybe we should take this upstairs. It's gonna be a long story."
Meanwhile
Jitter-Bug swung into his apartment window, slowly but surly stripping off his police uniform; while Sue sat still chained to the sofa in her special adamantium restraints. "Honey I'm home. You know there is nothing better than coming home after a hard days work to enjoy some soothing and, relaxing, answering machine messages." The Bug insisted switching on the lights and pressing down on the machines flashing red button. "You have, eight, new messages." "Message one, left at, 12:43 AM." The machine informed him as he slipped into something more comfortable. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER. JITTER-BUG, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY WAREHOUSE, WHAT HAVE DONE TO THE PENTHOUSE. ALL MY MEN ARE DEAD, MY MONEY, MY COKE, MY GUNS, ANSWER YOUR GODDAMN PHONE BUG. WHEN MY BOY FINDS YOU YOU'LL WISH YOU NEVER FUCKED WITH ME. YOU HEAR ME, YOUR DEAD, YOUR FUCKING DEAD CALAWAY!." The ill tempered sounding voice suddenly cut out. "Message two, left at, 2:05 PM." The machine stated as Jitter-Bug jumped back out of his room, wearing his fancy pajamas and thick royal like rope. "Hey it's Deadpool here can I get a extra large cheesy bacon Taco delight, no make that two, oh and put it on my tab Mr Del Reo, couldn't possibly get my mourning fix without you my slender brown homie. Hello, hello. Hellooo. Del Reo, slender brown homie?." Sue was already getting tired of Jitter-Bug's insanity, but this was pushing it even for him. The kinds of people he talked to, the kinds of threats he received, she wouldn't be able to live like that. "Message three, left at, 3:59 PM." "Hey Michael it's your land lord I came to check in on your..." The message however was quickly skipped over by an impatient Jitter-Bug, he didn't have time for Davon and all his bullshit right now.
"Message four, left at, 5:21 PM." "Mr Calaway, this is Dr Lexington, my call is regarding your frequent need for antagonistic behavior towards myself and my children. Come now Michael, this constant avoidance of me I feel is undeserving. These actions are the ones of a spoiled billionaire playboy which you clearly are. But you're a solider first son, remember that. Oh and on the topic of solider's, your, brother. Is on the move, meet me, alone at the old estate tomorrow at six o'clock if you want to talk real business, prove your maturity. If you dare." Ripping the machine out of the wall, Jitter-Bug quickly brushed it off and gave a wink of his eye to the petrified Sue Snell, wiping the makeup off his face with a wet towel, revealing his horribly stitched up face.
"I'll listen to the rest later, couldn't stand anymore of that droning. How bout you?." He said laughing. "Are, are you gonna kill me?." Sue asked with tears in her eyes. "...No, I just, wanna talk. Fate gave you these, amazing powers and,you haven't done anything with them. I find that strange. Not trying to save the world?." He asked honestly incapable of thinking of any alternative. "Why so, I can get killed or kidnapped by evil bastards like you?." She replied angrily, "You don't know what real evil is bitch, you haven't even scratched the surface." He replied with a slightly, irritated expression. "You wanna, you wanna know what real evil is, hmm?." He asked politely. "Real evil is knowing you could have been something so different in life, so normal, so happy, but unfortunately being forced into someones else life size game of chess. And you, are nothing more than a pawn, not even a fucking knight just a pawn how fucking lame is that right?." The Bug asked with a heavy enough heart.
"See the truth is Sue, what I really am, is just a giant ass black pawn, refusing to go into battle for his king and queen. Because my king and queen, they, are real evil...Kay."
To Be Continued