Chapter 3
Calling
"Today on The Moment we'll be speaking with community activist Bo Clarkson about his views on the tape showing a mysterious creature beating up a man who was about to kill his girlfriend." Host Carey Kilpatrick said into the camera. He turned and looked at Clarkson who always wore high-priced suits and had his hair combed back as if he were a high-priced lawyer than a community activist.
"Now what does your organization say about this person or creature saving the life of this woman?"
Clarkson looked at Kilpatrick right into his eyes. "Our organization doesn't approve of vigilantism but we are happy that someone or something has come and decided to use vengeance against the scum who victimized the lab-abiding people of this city."
"Now hold on here," Kilpatrick said to him. "You just said you don't advocate vigilantism and yet you and your organization have approved of these actions."
"But in this case we don't have vigilantism. What we have here is someone who came and disabled a threat that could've caused the death of this young woman. It took the police three minutes to get to the scene and if it weren't for this mystery person she would've been dead. I wish this person would come forward and allow he or she to accept the gratitude that many of us are willing to give."
"Okay then why not give support to Spider-man or The Punisher?"
"Well for one thing The Punisher is a cold-blooded killer."
"But he's taken care some of the worst criminals this city has had."
"That maybe so but my organization would stand behind someone who saves lives and not just goes in and blasts criminals away."
"Seems to me like a double standard, but we'll return with Bo Clarkson right after this."
Peter Parker turned off the tv and went over to Mary Jane.
"What do I do about this?"
"About what?"
"This third symbiote?"
"How do you even know it was a symbiote? It could've been a mutant?"
Peter shook his head. "No I noticed a similarity in the symbiote except this one had a gold tint."
"Gold?"
"Yeah, guess as a symbiote divides it changes colors to distinguish each other. At least that's what I think."
"Don't you think you should calm down. I mean you don't know how this person got the symbiote or even in fact if this is connected to either of us. And besides we don't know whose under that suit. It could be anyone. Even Aunt May."
Peter snorted. "Please"
"Well in a world where a teenager can climb walls and sling webs anything is possible."
"That would be the same world where that teenager's girlfriend can experience practically do the same thing except for slinging webs."
Peter smiled and Mary Jane returned the favor by going over to him and kissed him on the lips.
"Besides tiger," She said into his ear. "With our luck we'll learn soon enough."
The sun was hanging low in the sky and it was still hot. The weathermen said that the heat would last for at least another week. But he didn't care whether it was hot or cold he had a job to do.
He was instructed to bring the person who was seen saving the woman out into the open and then his client would take over. To do that he would have to get this person's attention and since it seemed that the creature was saving lives. Then to get its attention he needed to get send a kind of message and he knew what that was.
Armed with a .44 Magnum just like the gun used by the "Son of Sam" he went around for his pray and just as the sun set. He found it.
It was a couple who were in their car making out. Simple enough, he had no remorse except he had one rule. No killing of anyone under the age of sixteen because in his mind there was innocence and the fact they were defenseless.
He approached the door and gently tapped on the glass and didn't receive a response. Then he tapped harder and still no response. He then broke the glass with the but of the gun and as the guy turned to face him. He pulled the trigger and the bullets released their power into the victims.
The noise was deafening but he was used to it. No heard anything cause the area was deserted and once he had used all of his bullets. He checked to make sure they were dead and then he collected all of the casings as to leave no evidence. Not yet anyway.
The last thing to do was leave a message. He pulled out a can of spray paint; An activity he used to do in his childhood days. He shook the can and then began to spray the car with his message. He left the letters neat and ledge able as to make sure everyone knew what he meant. He made the most important word the largest and this took some time to think of. Then he saw "The Moment" and then found what to write.
Captain George Stacey was experiencing another difficult day both on and off the job. Not that he didn't like his job but he also had a teenage daughter who had a somewhat dubious record.
With his Captain's badge hanging around his neck he didn't need to identify himself as he came up to the same. He noticed a couple of his detectives working around the crime scene and read was written on the car.
It simply said: Where was VENGEANCE?
To Be Continued