Disclaimer
I know how much people hate these but I'm putting in so I don't get
my ass sued. The characters used in this fic are owned by Marvel
Comics, I'm just borrowing them. There said and done.
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The cold night air covers New York City like a blanket. A dark figure
swings from building to building on a thin strand which he shoots
from his hands.
A minivan pulls up in front of a jewelry store, catching the figures's
attention. He sits atop a rooftop across the darkened street from the store.
Three men quickly run out of the van; all wearing black trench coats and
black ski-masks. The figure watches as one of the concealed men runs to
the front door and easily picks the lock.
No alarm goes off.
The three men run into the store with large, empty, burlap bags over
their shoulders. The figure fires another thin strand from his hand,
attaching it to a lamp post in front of the store. He swings over, his
dark form barely visible even under the street light.
Inside the jewelery store, the three robbers grab what they can from the
carefully opened display cases and shove the jewels into their bags. The
robber in the far back looks at his watch. A thin strand of webbing flies
through the store, sticking itself to the man's arm.
"What the...?" The man mutters.
The limp strand tightens quickly as the man is pulled out of the store.
His two associates look at each other, hoping they haven't been caught
by one of the cities heros. The man flies back into the store wrapped
in the webbing from head to toe without a space open to breathe.
The other two run to his side and notice that the webbing has blotches
of blood on it.
"Hey, Jerry, you ok man? What'd Spider-Man do to you?"
"Spider-Man." The dark figure standing outside the store repeats the name,
cursing it as he spoke, "He couldn't harm a fly."
The 2 robbers look out the doorway to see a large figure dressed all in
black with a white spider across his chest. They look up at it's head in
fear to see two large, crooked white eyes and a large, fang-filled grin.
The figure's tongue snaking between his fangs, green slime dripping from
his mouth.
"What...what are you man?" One of the robbers ask, the other, Robert, slowly
reaches into his jacket, grabbing hold of his pistol.
A black tendrle snakes off the large figures back, wrapping around Robert's
neck. The tendril lifts Robert off his feet, slowly cutting off his air.
"We are half man, but we are also half alien." The figure states, grinning
at his prey.
Robert's arms flail uselessly as he slowly sees his life disappear
before his very eyes. The black tendrle twitches around Robert's neck,
snapping it. The tendrle returns to its owner as Robert falls to the floor,
dead before he lands.
"Y...you killed Robby." The last robber standing states obviously, too scared
too even wet his pants.
The creature walks towards the robber, his shadow from the street light
outside looming over the little man.
"Please don't kill me." The robber pleads, dropping to his knees.
"Why should we let you off the hook? You're as bad as your friends here."
"I...I learned my lesson. I give up." The robber states, sweating worse than
a bull-in-heat. The large creature looks at the whimpering little figure before
him, and grins a demonic, toothy grin.
"No." The creature states monotonely.
The robber's eyes grow wide as black tendrils snake off the creature, wrapping
around the robber. Covering him.
Outside, a group of teenagers, the rebeliouse kind that stay out no matter what
thier parents say, and see the robbers' van. A large hole punched through the side
of the van where the creature had smashed his first victim through it.
"Woah check this shit out!" One kid says.
All of a sudden a blood-curdling scream breaks the near-silence. The group runs off
in different directions as half the body of the last would-be robber is thrown from
the store.
The creature casually exits the store, the black & white costume shifting around
its body; changing into jeans and a leather jacket. The monstorouse head melting
away revealing a square-jawed, blonde man with a brush cut in his early 40s.
"Yes, my other, the streets are safe once again, thnaks to us, Venom." The blonde
man says to himself, walking off as the sirens of the NYPD become apparent.
He disappears into the shadows as patrol cars speed to the jewelry store.
I know how much people hate these but I'm putting in so I don't get
my ass sued. The characters used in this fic are owned by Marvel
Comics, I'm just borrowing them. There said and done.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The cold night air covers New York City like a blanket. A dark figure
swings from building to building on a thin strand which he shoots
from his hands.
A minivan pulls up in front of a jewelry store, catching the figures's
attention. He sits atop a rooftop across the darkened street from the store.
Three men quickly run out of the van; all wearing black trench coats and
black ski-masks. The figure watches as one of the concealed men runs to
the front door and easily picks the lock.
No alarm goes off.
The three men run into the store with large, empty, burlap bags over
their shoulders. The figure fires another thin strand from his hand,
attaching it to a lamp post in front of the store. He swings over, his
dark form barely visible even under the street light.
Inside the jewelery store, the three robbers grab what they can from the
carefully opened display cases and shove the jewels into their bags. The
robber in the far back looks at his watch. A thin strand of webbing flies
through the store, sticking itself to the man's arm.
"What the...?" The man mutters.
The limp strand tightens quickly as the man is pulled out of the store.
His two associates look at each other, hoping they haven't been caught
by one of the cities heros. The man flies back into the store wrapped
in the webbing from head to toe without a space open to breathe.
The other two run to his side and notice that the webbing has blotches
of blood on it.
"Hey, Jerry, you ok man? What'd Spider-Man do to you?"
"Spider-Man." The dark figure standing outside the store repeats the name,
cursing it as he spoke, "He couldn't harm a fly."
The 2 robbers look out the doorway to see a large figure dressed all in
black with a white spider across his chest. They look up at it's head in
fear to see two large, crooked white eyes and a large, fang-filled grin.
The figure's tongue snaking between his fangs, green slime dripping from
his mouth.
"What...what are you man?" One of the robbers ask, the other, Robert, slowly
reaches into his jacket, grabbing hold of his pistol.
A black tendrle snakes off the large figures back, wrapping around Robert's
neck. The tendril lifts Robert off his feet, slowly cutting off his air.
"We are half man, but we are also half alien." The figure states, grinning
at his prey.
Robert's arms flail uselessly as he slowly sees his life disappear
before his very eyes. The black tendrle twitches around Robert's neck,
snapping it. The tendrle returns to its owner as Robert falls to the floor,
dead before he lands.
"Y...you killed Robby." The last robber standing states obviously, too scared
too even wet his pants.
The creature walks towards the robber, his shadow from the street light
outside looming over the little man.
"Please don't kill me." The robber pleads, dropping to his knees.
"Why should we let you off the hook? You're as bad as your friends here."
"I...I learned my lesson. I give up." The robber states, sweating worse than
a bull-in-heat. The large creature looks at the whimpering little figure before
him, and grins a demonic, toothy grin.
"No." The creature states monotonely.
The robber's eyes grow wide as black tendrils snake off the creature, wrapping
around the robber. Covering him.
Outside, a group of teenagers, the rebeliouse kind that stay out no matter what
thier parents say, and see the robbers' van. A large hole punched through the side
of the van where the creature had smashed his first victim through it.
"Woah check this shit out!" One kid says.
All of a sudden a blood-curdling scream breaks the near-silence. The group runs off
in different directions as half the body of the last would-be robber is thrown from
the store.
The creature casually exits the store, the black & white costume shifting around
its body; changing into jeans and a leather jacket. The monstorouse head melting
away revealing a square-jawed, blonde man with a brush cut in his early 40s.
"Yes, my other, the streets are safe once again, thnaks to us, Venom." The blonde
man says to himself, walking off as the sirens of the NYPD become apparent.
He disappears into the shadows as patrol cars speed to the jewelry store.