New York City, a place full of wonderful things to see and do.
Unfortunatly, due to recent conditions, New York City is in
wide spread chaos due to the complete destruction of the World
Trade Center. Both buildings had been recently destroyed in
a large, terrorist attack. The fire fighters, police, and super
heros of the city worked non-stop to free those trapped within
the rubble of the collapsed buildings.
Now, months after the attack, the buildings' reconstruction has
begun.
A tall, skinny figure in red and blue tights swings along a thin
strand near the construction sites on his way to the Daily Bugle.
A construction worker, five stories high, trips on some equipment
stupidly placed near the edge of the building-in-progress. He
stumbles towards the edge, about to fall to his death.
The swinging man quickly notices this and fires a thread from his
wrist, attaching it to a solid girder. The red & blue man changes
direction in mid-swing and quickly catches the plummeting worker
from the grips of death.
A tingling sensation is felt in the back of the red & blue man's
head and he quickly fires another strand from his free wrist as
the construction worker yells and curses.
"Do you mind not yelling so much," the red and blue man asks, "I
can hear you just fine."
"We're gonna die!" The construction worker yells over and over.
A green blur flies by the hero and woker, slicing the strand they
were previously on.
"I have you now wall-crawler!" The green blur yells in a raspy voice.
"Aw, c'mon Vulchy, this is getting real old!" Spider-Man states,
smiling beneath his mask, "then again, you ARE pretty old yourself."
Spider-Man quickly lands, putting down the construction worker and
leaping into the air, firing a web strand from his mechanical,
wrist-mounted web-shooters. He swings off, diverting the Vulture away
from any civilians.
The Vulture flies low and slices Spider-Man's web strand he was swing
on with his double-edged wings. Spider-Man simply chuckles and fires
another strand of webbing, sticking it to another building and swinging
to safety.
"Is that the best you can do?" Spider-Man taunts, sticking himself to a
wall.
The Vulture growls raspily, charging right at the wall-crawler. Spider-Man
smiles beneath his mask as he quickly fires a stream of webbing, covering
the angry Vulture. Spider-Man jumps from the wall as the Vulture, unable
to control himself, slams into the wall where Spder-Man once crawled. He
falls helplessly, half awake. A thin strand of webbing flies out and
attaches to the limp Vulture, holding him high above the pavement below.
Spider-Man lowers the Vulture down to the ground, adding another coat of
webbing to keep the Vulture tied up.
"Curse you web-slinger!" Vulture growls, swearing a blue-streak.
"Yeah, well fuck you too." Spider-Man states, jumping onto a street light.
He fires another web line and swings away, humming the old Spider-Man tune
to himself as he grabs a secretly stashed camera.
Later
A street-side vendor sits inside his little place of buisness, reading
today's edition of the "Daily Bugle". Above the noise of the crowded
streets and side-walks, he hears a "thwip". He puts down his paper to
see a "Bugle" missing and a small sack of webbing holding the correct
amount of change sitting in the paper's place. The man smiles and puts
the web-sack into his cash redgister, knowing full well the web will
dissolve in an hour's time. He chuckles, remembering countless times when
Spider-Man would just take a paper and leave the change behind. He looks
back at his paper.
Spider-Man swings to the top of the Daily Bugle Building and looks at the
front page. His eyes beneath the mask grow wide as he sees the banner
head-line.
"Carnage Escapes"
The article tells the story from the sole-surviving gaurdman's point of view.
"Not again." Spider-Man grumbles. He webs the paper to the roof and crawls
along the wall to an open window.
Inside
Spider-Man quickly changes from his Spider-costume to that of free-lance
photographer Peter Parker. Well known for his pictures of Spider-Man.
Peter quickly exits the store-room, hoping no one would see him, and heads
to the office of the never-happy owner of the "Daily Bugle" J. Jonah Jameson.
"Parker!" JJJ yells, "where have you been? I called your place over an hour
ago."
"Sorry JJ, but I just wanted to let you know I got pictures of a battle
between Spider-Man and the Vulture."
"When did that happen Peter?" Robbie Robertson, the editor of the
"Daily Bugle" cut in.
"About ten minutes ago Mr. Robertson." Peter replied.
"Well, don't just stand there go get that film developed!" JJJ yelled, "and
when you're done that I have another assignment for you."
"And that would be...?" Peter asked, wanting to get away from the smell of
JJJ's cigar breath as fast as possible.
"Kasady has escaped from Ravencroft again and we need pictures of him. Since
you seem to be able to find Spider-Man faster than anyone else, I want you to
get pictures of them. We all know Carnage hates Spider-Man."
Peter's fear swells up inside, "Sure JJ, whatever you say."
Peter Parker quickly leaves the Bugle Building, knowing he has to find Carnage
before the psycho-symbiote kills again.
Unfortunatly, due to recent conditions, New York City is in
wide spread chaos due to the complete destruction of the World
Trade Center. Both buildings had been recently destroyed in
a large, terrorist attack. The fire fighters, police, and super
heros of the city worked non-stop to free those trapped within
the rubble of the collapsed buildings.
Now, months after the attack, the buildings' reconstruction has
begun.
A tall, skinny figure in red and blue tights swings along a thin
strand near the construction sites on his way to the Daily Bugle.
A construction worker, five stories high, trips on some equipment
stupidly placed near the edge of the building-in-progress. He
stumbles towards the edge, about to fall to his death.
The swinging man quickly notices this and fires a thread from his
wrist, attaching it to a solid girder. The red & blue man changes
direction in mid-swing and quickly catches the plummeting worker
from the grips of death.
A tingling sensation is felt in the back of the red & blue man's
head and he quickly fires another strand from his free wrist as
the construction worker yells and curses.
"Do you mind not yelling so much," the red and blue man asks, "I
can hear you just fine."
"We're gonna die!" The construction worker yells over and over.
A green blur flies by the hero and woker, slicing the strand they
were previously on.
"I have you now wall-crawler!" The green blur yells in a raspy voice.
"Aw, c'mon Vulchy, this is getting real old!" Spider-Man states,
smiling beneath his mask, "then again, you ARE pretty old yourself."
Spider-Man quickly lands, putting down the construction worker and
leaping into the air, firing a web strand from his mechanical,
wrist-mounted web-shooters. He swings off, diverting the Vulture away
from any civilians.
The Vulture flies low and slices Spider-Man's web strand he was swing
on with his double-edged wings. Spider-Man simply chuckles and fires
another strand of webbing, sticking it to another building and swinging
to safety.
"Is that the best you can do?" Spider-Man taunts, sticking himself to a
wall.
The Vulture growls raspily, charging right at the wall-crawler. Spider-Man
smiles beneath his mask as he quickly fires a stream of webbing, covering
the angry Vulture. Spider-Man jumps from the wall as the Vulture, unable
to control himself, slams into the wall where Spder-Man once crawled. He
falls helplessly, half awake. A thin strand of webbing flies out and
attaches to the limp Vulture, holding him high above the pavement below.
Spider-Man lowers the Vulture down to the ground, adding another coat of
webbing to keep the Vulture tied up.
"Curse you web-slinger!" Vulture growls, swearing a blue-streak.
"Yeah, well fuck you too." Spider-Man states, jumping onto a street light.
He fires another web line and swings away, humming the old Spider-Man tune
to himself as he grabs a secretly stashed camera.
Later
A street-side vendor sits inside his little place of buisness, reading
today's edition of the "Daily Bugle". Above the noise of the crowded
streets and side-walks, he hears a "thwip". He puts down his paper to
see a "Bugle" missing and a small sack of webbing holding the correct
amount of change sitting in the paper's place. The man smiles and puts
the web-sack into his cash redgister, knowing full well the web will
dissolve in an hour's time. He chuckles, remembering countless times when
Spider-Man would just take a paper and leave the change behind. He looks
back at his paper.
Spider-Man swings to the top of the Daily Bugle Building and looks at the
front page. His eyes beneath the mask grow wide as he sees the banner
head-line.
"Carnage Escapes"
The article tells the story from the sole-surviving gaurdman's point of view.
"Not again." Spider-Man grumbles. He webs the paper to the roof and crawls
along the wall to an open window.
Inside
Spider-Man quickly changes from his Spider-costume to that of free-lance
photographer Peter Parker. Well known for his pictures of Spider-Man.
Peter quickly exits the store-room, hoping no one would see him, and heads
to the office of the never-happy owner of the "Daily Bugle" J. Jonah Jameson.
"Parker!" JJJ yells, "where have you been? I called your place over an hour
ago."
"Sorry JJ, but I just wanted to let you know I got pictures of a battle
between Spider-Man and the Vulture."
"When did that happen Peter?" Robbie Robertson, the editor of the
"Daily Bugle" cut in.
"About ten minutes ago Mr. Robertson." Peter replied.
"Well, don't just stand there go get that film developed!" JJJ yelled, "and
when you're done that I have another assignment for you."
"And that would be...?" Peter asked, wanting to get away from the smell of
JJJ's cigar breath as fast as possible.
"Kasady has escaped from Ravencroft again and we need pictures of him. Since
you seem to be able to find Spider-Man faster than anyone else, I want you to
get pictures of them. We all know Carnage hates Spider-Man."
Peter's fear swells up inside, "Sure JJ, whatever you say."
Peter Parker quickly leaves the Bugle Building, knowing he has to find Carnage
before the psycho-symbiote kills again.