I puked my guts out from the sustained withdrawal. The thug had the needle. He was ever ready to give it. But Fisk kept him at bay. Fisk didn't leave. Rather, he had everything brought to him. Dinner; a commode. He was determined to milk this for all that he could get. Yeah; Spidey had that effect on his rogues gallery.
He ate while watching me vomit all over myself. He was happy despite all the craziness going on outside in the streets. He didn't seem too concerned about things.
"You know Parker, while watching you suffer, and most enjoyably so, I pondered what to do with your sister... and I made a decision..."
Teresa was brought in. She appeared out of it. They threw her to the ground between us. She fell to her side and went fetal. She then shook. "Yep. Made her an addict too." I wanted to feel rage at what he'd done to her. Part of me did. But he was right: I wanted the needle more. This in turn made me feel ashamed in part; but not more than wanting the next needle...
"What do you want more Parker? Saving her or the needle? Don't keep us in suspense."
The thug with the needle walked back over to me. He stopped by the exam table where I remained restrained and covered in my own bodily waste.
"Your choice. We have the time. You parkers not so much."
I saw Teresa on the floor suffering. I might be able to end it; maybe not. With crazies you never know. But... I wanted the needle too.
It became agony. I yelled out; struggling in my restraints. Fisk laughed and raised his wine glass to me. "Excellent Parker. Music to my ears. Like hearing Mozart..."
I huffed. I grimaced; eyes violently closed and pushed together. I couldn't stand it anymore.
"More please! I can't stand it anymore!"
The thug gave me another fix... Heaven returned... Fisk laughed. "Ah. When you remove the costume and powers you're really just like the rest of us still aren't you?" Pause "and here you always thought you were better and more righteous. Absurd. Lies you told yourself to make sense of a world you'd never understand."
He stood with his wine glass and walked over to me. This whole thing reminded me of that TNG episode when Picard was being tortured by that cardassian about how many lights he really saw... this was Fisk's version of that.
"I managed to read your entire file after your going public Parker. Interesting history. Being a nerd you were likely a virgin until getting those powers right? What woman would ever want a pathetic creature like you. Am I right? You didn't have your first sex until after getting the powers? Answer truthfully or no more needles..." "yes; that's true." Fisk laughed. "Excellent. I knew it. I know something about that. Women never found me anything until I had money and power. Now, I've always liked them. I've just never trusted them."
He handed his glass to a thug and then walked over to my suffering sister. "I'm not saying we men are perfect either. We're not. But I've always been honest with them. They are not so honest in return. They just want you to knock them up and force cash out of you. Clever. The original extortionist."
Fisk then slammed his foot down hard atop Teresa's ankle and shattered it. She wailed in agony. "Better hope that heals well now given the new era king Killmonger just created..."
He then looked over at me. "Ah. No threats or cries of protest for your own sister Parker. How mean. Do you really love her then as you claim? It could be argued."
He walked over to me. "Or is it that the needle is all important now; and you'd do nothing to displease me; your lifeline." I couldn't answer. I wanted to be a hero and be like Spider-Man again; but I couldn't. He had me dead to rights.
"Will I kill her? No. I'll do one better. I'm gonna put her into the slut trade. She'll be nearly impossible to find now that the old west has returned. You may think me evil for this but remember Parker: you started this war; not me. You got into my business and made it yours. Thus yours now becomes mine. Eye for an eye..."
Thugs carried out her broken form. "Now you'll need to live with your next failure: failing to save her from me. Now you must focus on saving yourself. Don't worry. There's plenty of supply. You're gonna be our honored guest for a long time..."
Only now did he leave. To attend to his crime ops post electricity that is.
Mephisto then appeared at my side. "Oh Peter. This is so terrible. Ever me, the quintessential devil in these affairs, has made your life hell again. But then again... hell is my speciality..." he then cackled licked the side of my face and disappeared.
Then a ghost rider stood there. He stared at me. Oh no! The penance stare... it was sort of that but not. But the rider did make me relive things. Including what started it all. Uncle Ben's murder.
The rider walked up to me; it focused its burning skull head on me. Talk about the biker from hell!
"You cannot hide from me..." it said in a wraith like voice from Tolkien books or something. "None can..."
It went into my soul. "You wanted greatness. You wanted to be better than others. You resented all to compensate for lacking social importance." The rider laughed. "You are weak Parker. Weakness and failure are your legacies. Now you must live with them. The lord Mephistopheles will not see you dead for a good long while."
The rider's burning bike appeared and he sat on it. "Who knows. Maybe you will join our hallowed vengeance spirit ranks. Many mortals have. And then you can serve your new master forever..." it cackled demonically and then vanished.
I wanted to die...