Title: Webs: Origins - Part 3
Author: Wesley (With input and insight from Stone Cold)
Rating: WARNING PG-13/R (For Violence and Adult Language)
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Disclaimer: I don't own Jack-Diddly
Notes: I wanted to bring together my two favorite
worlds, Buffy and Spider-Man, so here we go. Italics indicate thought, where
as * text* indicates a flashback. This Story line is set in Season 4/5.

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As long as there
have been demons, there has been the Slayer. One girl in the entire world, a
Chosen one, born with the strength and skill to hunt vampires and other
creatures of the dark. When one Slayer dies, the next is called.
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Part 3: Radioactive Spider-Xand

Xander stared into the face of death. It was about 5'9, clad in leather garments and a greasy shirt that hadn't been washed in weeks. The long stringy black hair shrouded its eyes from beneath a red and black
bandana. Its teeth were stained and tainted yellow behind a feral smile and in its hand was the reaper's scythe, ready for harvest.

He knew he was dead the instant he saw that flash of metal and he could have sworn he could smell the gun powder that caressed the barrel. His instincts screamed
at him that the barrel's barring down on him was aimed at his heart. Xander also realized that with a mere ten feet between him and a chambered bullet meant doom. No way the bad guy could miss. A vampire would have been no problem, they are either to stupid or to proud to use guns. This though was rather unexpected, after so long of living on a Hellmouth, Xander had forgotten that not all things that go bump in the night are demons. * Well... * he thought * not literal demons. *

The thug simply smiled a devilish smile at the young man standing in front of him. * Such pathetic fools in this world. Dumb ass mutha fucka's who wanna play hero. Let this asshole play hero now that Marcus. is gonna smoke his lily ass like a blunt. *

"Yeah... some kinda fuckin' hero huh?" The grease ball asked as his
finger tightened around the trigger.

Xander's life flashed before his eyes, and in the space of a heart beat he had relived every moment of it. He saw images from his childhood, birthday parties, playing with Willow on the swings, and the tragic day his father took him to the circus. He then saw Buffy, that first day, a golden haired goddess, mingled with images of her self rendering vampires into dust buster bait. Every wonderful moment and tragic sacrifice consumed his mind, and all the moments of his life were about to culminate in a filthy, dank, reeking alley.

He looked around his death tomb, a slotted valley between the Sunny Sports Sporting Goods and J.C.'s PowerGym. The darkness engulfed the valley, scaring away the sunlight with its intimidating demeanor. The place was littered with refuse and stank of urine and garbage, the perfect breeding ground for the scum that was about to end him. His eyes caught a trace of the woman he had come in after cowering in a pile of garbage, shaking and still clutching her purse tightly to herself. He knew she was next, and pitied her, and the fact that he could do nothing for her. * So that's the hand the game of life has dealt me. Looks like my hands finally been called, and the rules say I die. *

And then... the rules changed.

Time slowed to a crawl for Xander Harris. At least it appeared that way to him. He could hear the sound of the muscles in the thug's fingers as they began to tense around the trigger. He could see the flex of his forearm muscles skewing his aim the slightest degree to the left. Xander's mind registered all this information clearly in the space it took for the criminal to fully squeeze the trigger. As the silvery harbinger of death emerged from the barrel he was staring down his body kicked into action. The bullet floated steadily toward his heart with time still moving at 1/100th speed to Xander. When the bullet was mere inches from contact, drifting through the stench that emanated from the dank alley way, he was no longer in its path.

Something in the back of Xander's mind, something .. primal, grasped his consciousness. His rational mind all but shut down as hyper reflexes threw him into motion. Xander leaped away from the bullet, pouncing off the right side wall of the alleyway. The next thing the would be rapist/thief knew, the "Dumb ass mutha fucka" was taking him down to the ground with a spear to the gut. Marcus slumped into unconsciousness with the only thought in his mind being... how?

The only thought in Xander's head as the adrenaline rush died down was * ... how? * Actually, it was more like * WHAT THE HELL?! * He glanced around the alley, remembering why he was there in the first place. The
brunette was cowering in the corner of the alley, her wide-eyed expression told Xander that she had seen everything and was now, from what he could tell, in shock.

"Miss? Miss?? MISS????" Xander prodded.

The next thing Xander knew, he had the arms of this extremely attractive girl latched around his ribs, her head buried in his chest. Her heavy sobs wetted his olive shirt as he stroked her hair comfortingly. "Shhhhh it's all right. It's all right miss, miss please could you tell me your name?"

"Zo...Zo... Zoey." she stuttered, her body still being racked by sobs. "I... I was on my way... to... to the mall to meet my sister M... Mary Jane." The poor girl was overcome once again and Xander simply let her cry on his chest, his mind still trying to wrap around what had just happened. * I guess the Hellmouth worked in my favor once. Some weird kind of time warp or something slowed everything down. Somebody up there must like me. * But before his mind could work out the appropriate Hellmouth rationalization Zoey spoke again.

"How.. How did you do that?" she asked. Her red rimmed blue eyes tinged with wonderment.

"Do what?" Xander asked?

"You, You moved faster than I thought anyone could... you... you DODGED a bullet! And like in the same breath you took that guy down!!" she rambled.

Her words struck Xander like a baseball bat to the side of the head. The realization that he had performed a superhuman feet soaked into his every pore. Xander had always been Mr. Ordinary in a group of the unordinary, and despite what some may think, he took great pride in the fact. But now something inside him was changing, he could feel it now, coursing through his veins, pulsing through his heart, tingling in the back of his head. * Tingling in the back of my head? Again? *

On instinct he pushed Zoey to the side and turned on his heels to face a now conscious, and highly pissed off, mugger. Marcus wielded a switch blade as he approached Xander. Xander, still unsure of himself, eased back away from the fiery eyed punk before him, until he felt cool slimy brick against his back.

"Nice little trick there, caught me dozin' when I missed with that shot. But now I'm gonna shank your faggot ass and then I'm gonna do that lil' bitch over there real goooood!" He lunged forward with a violent thrust, and once again Xander was not there.

Xander surprised himself again when he found that he had leaped out of harm's way. He was also surprised by the fact that he was twenty feet in the air and somehow clinging to the side of the brick wall. His hands, back, and legs were all sticking tightly to the wall, like a pair of socks in the dryer. Xander took a few moments to take in what was going on, and then promptly decided to freak out! Whatever type of grip he had on the wall was broken, and fell the 20 feet back to the Earth.

Directly on top of Marcus.

He could hear Marcus moaning underneath him and could see Zoey laying stomach down where he had pushed her to. A muffled response came from Marcus "Mhrmuph ... Ger... Offa ... mreeee!" Before the punk could say anything else, Xander snatched him up by his jacket, not even realizing that he was holding him in the air with one hand.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!" Xander spat, venom dripping from his voice. Rage and fire burned through his veins at the smug look on his assailant's face. Xander slammed the would be mugger into the alley with a resounding crash, pinning him there by the throat with one hand, while he snatched the stake he had stowed in the back of his belt. "You tried to kill us! TWICE!!! He yelled as he jabbed sharpened stick just under the helpless mugger's ribs. "Tell me your name!" Xander demanded.

"Glulk!" his Adam's apple bobbed over the edge of his captor's hand.

"Sorry, you're going to have to speak up." Xander replied politely.

"Marcus!" He screamed when Xander let the pressure off of his throat, "And you don know what you done stepped in punk. So why don you just step the fuck off or... GAK" He was cut off by the tightening of Xander's fingers around his throat.

"OR WHAT?!?!? Huh Marcus? Why don't you tell me why I shouldn't 'shank your faggot ass right now?'" Xander asked in mocking.

"Glumphka ... fuc ... u... gulp" was all that came from Marcus.

Xander pressed the tip of the stake firmly into the flesh part just under Marcus's ribs. His eye's burned into his former attackers, he could see his false bravado melt into fear before him. Xander's hand quivered from the rage as he continued to stare into the other man's eyes. A shuffling sound in the alley behind him broke his concentration.

Zoey had rolled back over and was staring at the site before her. Her eye's caught Xander's, her eyes were pleading and scared as they met his infuriated stare. Xander could see how scared she was * of me? *. The rage that had been boiling through his blood cooled the hardness in his eyes softened. His iron grip around the stake released and the stick went clattering to the cold pavement beneath him. "Zoey?"

"Y... Y... Yes...?"

"Have you got a cell phone? Xander asked staring at the scum before him. ~He's not going to get away with this. But I can't kill him, I'm not a murderer, and he is human. The lowest, vomit inducing, scum sucking piece of human garbage, but still human.~

"Y... Yeah I do..." Zoey replied.

"Call 911, tell them you were almost mugged and tell them where you are... and that your attacker is unconscious." Xander said before he slugged a terrified Marcus... hard, and the criminal bastard slipped into darkness.

Xander turned his attentions back to Zoey and said, "When they asked what happened... make something up." That being said Xander turned and hurried away still contemplating what had just happened to him.