The time has come: The highly anticipated first part finally of this particular story of Lizard Man! This one is dedicated to the true brain child of this story. Its geniuses was the challenge brought to me by my ff bud and good friend Mellra on this very sight. It has taken quite some time to create this origin story fully and this is just the beginning for Lizard Man's adventures. Also a reader known as Itharax has also inspired me to finish ASAP thanks to his lovely comment. Here's to you bud. More will come under this very tab as well after this two prater is finished. I and Mellra have so much planned for our beloved Lizard Man involving change in original Spider Man plots and how Peter's different powers may fair against famous villains, and perhaps a familiar alien that needs a host to survive? Well that can all be anticipated rest assured but NOW it is time to finish the origin and create a complete and full story starting with this!

The Rise of a Hero prt.1

The salty vale and murky brine was a peace that Peter didn't even know was possible. First off, he always commented on the ocean that touched New York in his early days as "slime soup that I will never touch". However, he also remembered in this moment of being a kid and liking to swim but never getting beyond the floaty stage since he lost his arm before the chance came. Now it was as if he had been swimming forever and everything he said about the ocean being slime soup was taken back. It was a crazy sensation and a pleasure to his beastly self in this salt water. His breath he felt could be held forever as he swam deeper and deeper. Fish pasted with speed and confusion as he shot like a great fish past them. His adrenalin pumped and his senses where heightened here. This he could tell was his element, but as he reached a 50 foot marker in depth, he could feel the need for oxygen burning in his throat. Like a needy child, he made a 180 from down to up and shot with stroke after stroke, push after push to the surface of his peaceful vale.

As he shot up 20 feet into the air and out of the water vale with a great gasp, he noticed he was once again near the main city with its great lit towers. Then another erg came to him; one that was more of a Peter nature and that was the erg to explore the city's heights. He had seen the hulk do it, he saw Captain America do it. If his strength was at all as he assumed it was, this would be no problem. He was only another 20-25 feet from shore and he could see a 30 yard Tall building that would be the perfect starting point. All he had to do is get there, so it was time to test his limits. It was risky since people and a busy street lie before his goal, but he didn't care. He was having to much fun and was to anxious to think of the consequences of his impulse.

As he shot back down into the water, he gathered speed towards the shore. When he saw he was close enough, he shot into the air over civilians and cars and towards a nearby building. As Peter had hoped, the speed into the air was so quick, everyone missed the green figure across the dark sky. All they felt was a sudden breeze with a hint of salt water and Peter felt exhilaration so great, that he had no words. As he hurled toward the building top, he made an instinctual summersault in mid-air and landed on his scaly feet with a slight thud. This would have hurt Peter as a human, but as Lizard Man it was a slight tickle. As Peter stood there pleased, he took a great sniff and every scent of the city came to him in waves. It felt fresher than it ever had to his new senses. Though the smog was a little nauseating and lingering, what made the feeling pleasurable was the many food joints that seemed to penetrate its rank waft. Chinese, hot dogs, it all smelled so delicious. . Peter felt his side snout curl into a slight smile and salivation, but putting his actions back into mind, he then began to run. He could see over a fairly long gap the next building top and with all this adrenaline pumping through him, he knew he could make the jump. He ran to the edge and leaped as hard as he did from the water earlier. With ease, he landed on top of the building and began to the next building top and the next with great speed. This is Amazing! Thought Peter with each jump eventually he became so overwhelmed with joy he let out a growling yeah escape his snout. He of course he was focused from gap to gap in this enjoyment, but he couldn't help but try to take in the view he had from this sky-line action. Sure everything was a yellow tint, but it all still looked breath taking especially since he noticed he could focus his sight to see the spec of people in full detail! .This however became problematic when he got to the heart of the city, particularly time square.

As he got to the top of his next landing spot in the cities square, he was over taken by the focusing ability and smells so much, he did not notice that the building top he thought he was jumping to was the side of a building instead! With sudden shock as he turned to face the oncoming wall, Peter let out a roaring scream. This seemed to startle some people in the square but was luckily not enough to get him noticed. Still he would be noticed and possibly projected onto a jumbo screen if he didn't think of something and fast. Then, as if the animal in him felt it was in danger, his claws launched out of his hands and clung into the building side! Without complaining or thinking Peter climbed up the side of the, trusting his instincts. When he got to the top he was overwhelmed with amazement! Not only could he hurtle over building tops but climb there sides as well! Peter felt in powered once more and howled a great howl, but when he did something unexpected happened. Instead of echoing silence and wind blowing in his face, he heard a bunch of clicks and the heat of laser pointers.

Surrounding Peter was a group of 6 men, all armed to the teeth and cladded in black masks that matched there bullet proof vests. To their right seemed to be climbing or repel ropes, which is obviously the way they got up there. One of them had a blow torch that seemed to have been working on a still door behind them. They seemed just as shocked to see him as he was to have their company on this roof top. Peter's body stiffened, his breathing became less forced though his blood was pumping more than ever with this layer of tension. Everyone, including himself was silent and still at first, but then the men began to whisper amongst themselves obviously assuming Peter couldn't understand English. The one holding the torch seemed to be leading the discussion. "What is it?" "How should I know?" "Could it be one of those super freaks?" "No man it would be talking or beating us up if it was one of them" "I say we kill it". "Are you crazy!? We don't know what it is, what it can do and you just want to shoot it!?" Peter held the giggles he had in as best he could. Sure he was tense but this was just too funny to hear these thugs blab about him! "We either shoot it or leave because I doubt it will stand still for very long if we turn around and I doubt you want to tell Rose we couldn't get the goods because of some Lizard thing" Pete's inter laughter began to subside with the rise of this name and the aim this conversation seem to be going. Rose? Where have I heard that Name before? He thought. Suddenly his thoughts were back to the present when all the men seem to be in agreement. "Alright Fred" said the man with the torch. Since your so gun hoe about killing this thing, you have been nominated but we need to get back to work." With a couple grumbles and a lowering of fire arms, the men went backed to there jobs on the door picking up crow bars they had dropped by them when they took the time to aim their guns at Peter. However, Fred did not pick up a crow bar but instead got closer to Peter with his red laser pointer aimed at Peter's head. "Alright old boy" said Fred as if Peter couldn't understand him, "just going to give you a little something to help you sleep". With that, Peter knew playing coy was over and as soon as he saw Fred about to squeeze the trigger, he dived forward shoulder first into him with tremendous force. The bullet grazed by his lizard topped head, passing by like a mosquito sting but nothing more. As Peter and Fred flew at the rest of the crew, they all seemed to disperse like they were prepared for this change of events. Peter however took advantage of his moment inlocked to knock out the one thug he had gripped. When, they hit the door, which surprisingly didn't even dent, he swore he heard a crack of in his opponent's lower hip. It seemed painful, but Peter just thought one less pain in my ass and went to work dodging the now firing bullets. Peter didn't know what it was that seemed to keep him out of the way of things. Primal survival instinct perhaps? Peter wasn't sure but he sure as hell wasn't complaining. Still, he knew he couldn't do this forever, so he had to take them out fast. With his amazing agility and using this survival instinct to target the threat, he took each one out simultaneously like he was a clock work of command robot. Left leg, side swipe right gunmen. Hand arm balance, summersault right gunmen… each thought command came easy and without question. In no time, he was sweating and the thugs were unconscious. Not only that but he felt exilerated and felt the need of one more howl to the night sky to be necessary. However, it was cut off by the clicking of a hand gun behind him.

With his body and senses still on high alert, Peter turned his Lizard self around, and before the shot was fired, grabbed the gunman (Fred the thug) by the wrist. The grip was so quick and strong, he broke Fred's wrist. "Son of a bitch!" screamed Fred. "You shouldn't have pulled the gun" said Peter in a deep growl. Fred however was not shocked but instead smirked with intrigue mixed with pain. "Ah.. so the freak can talk" he said with a painful giggle. With that, Peter took his free hand and scratched Fred in the face. Fred winced but took as he glared into Peter's lizard eyes. He then smirked again and said "you're an animal but you don't have the strength to kill. Pathetic hero type" Peter growled from deep within at Fred. He felt like perhaps he should prove him wrong, but the sweet true Peter side of him just couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead he said with inner-hatred "I'm no hero. You're just not worth killing". Said Peter angrily. Fred laughed a bit of a painful maniacal laugh. "Hero or not, freak, you've messed with the wrong people. I will personally make sure The Rose gets me to put your head on a spit for this action! MY SIGHTS ON YOU". Fred then spit in Peter's face but Peter took it as nothing, ignoring the rest of the Fred's ranting as he then turned to go his merry way. The beast was squirming still inside trying to contemplate a good kill but Peter ignored the instinct by thinking about Uncle Ben and how disappointed he and Aunt May would be with such action, and he'd done enough to upset both of them today by doing this city adventure. This little jaunt he felt tested his mantle more then he thought possible and he knew it was time to return home and make amends for his outburst.

Peter took about the same route to the bridge, but he moved over the bridge to avoid getting wet again and moved much more sluggish in his tired state. Luckily no one truly looked at the top of the bridge and the side as he shimmied to the place he changed. When he was back in the under bridge darkness, he found his prostatic lay right where he had left it. He checked to see if any pests had made it their home, then when he saw all was clear, slipped it on as he reverted back into human form. This seemed to be strange to him now that he could seem to control the change. He scales collapsed flat and his skin seemed to cover over quickly like a coating of flesh colored paint. He smiled to see through his eyes again and see himself once more. Then, like he told Uncle Ben earlier, he waved down a cab and paid him for the ten minute drive home.

As he sat back there, he tried to come up with some form of an apology and made sure his clothes. Could I possibly just say I'm sorry? He thought along with plenty of other forms of apologetic typicals. But suddenly, Peter's mind was brought back to see his familiar home surrounded by ambulance and cop cars. In a state of confusion and panic, Peter hopped out of the taxi as it kept moving, ignored the drivers comments, and ran to his front door. As he did, he saw his aunt May on a stretcher screaming in pain. It was hard to see around the crowd of officers and paramedics, but he could see she was covered in lacerations. "Aunt May!" he screamed as he plowed through the crowed. He got over to her, and even as she was in tremendous pain, she smiled and said "Peter…". Peter's eyes began to tear up as a paramedic pulled him to the side. "It's alright son we will take good care of her and I'm sure your Uncle will be retrieved safely" Peter turned, flusters of emotion and confusion rushing to his face "What? What are you talking about?! Where is my Uncle? What happened?!"

The Paramedic looked terribly sad when he heard Peter say this, gripped Peter's shoulder as he swallowed very hard and told him. "Your Aunt and Uncle have been the victim of a terrible break in. We still don't know why the person did it, but your aunt in her state of shock merely remembers the killer boasting that his name was Cletus Kasady and he was not afraid to kill your Uncle and her, not to mention a few details she would prefer to forget. Apparently he tortured your aunt and uncle by tying them to a chair and cut your them when your they didn't give him the answers he wanted. Apparently he said he was going easy when he made those cuts on them as well. Luckily, the neighbors called us not long after this started, but Kassidy wasn't giving up and he kept your Uncle tied up and drove off with him. Don't worry Son, the cops are on his tale. They'll get the bastard!" but Peter was already walking away. Tears were flowing down his eyes, and frustration about himself just made him more upset. If only I was here but within this guilt he knew what he had to do to fix it, and it was not relying on the cops. As he was sobbing, he listened to a nearby police radio and heard "We're in pursuit! All unites, calmer down to Old Mill Warehouse. Set up a perimeter and wait for my signal." With this info and blood pumping in his veins, Peter ran down the road extremely fast and through his prosthetic, breaking it into shards. He then cut behind a nearby house, and though his body was still sore, shredded his painted skin to once again to take on the role as Lizard Man; only this time he felt if he had to kill, he would.

Is Peter capable of killing? What is the fate of Uncle Ben? Tune in next time for the exciting conclusion Lizard Man: Rise of a Hero prt. 2!

"Only through the trials of Despair are Heroes born."