chapter six

slash! this is your warning!

When Mary Jane woke up, she was lying in a hospital bed. Several bandages were wrapped around her head, and she has a broken wrist- both due to falling pieces of plaster. Bags were under her eyes as if she had not slept in days, which was ridiculous- she had been unconscious for five days, She could tell because there was a dry-erase board with the date and the name of her nurse on it.

When she first opened her eyes, the first thought that came to her mind was about Peter. It was only after the first few minutes of frantic worry for Peter's sake did she finally comprehend that she was injured, and even then she did not seem to realise how serious her condition really was.

About three minutes after she had woke; a nurse came in on a check. Immediately, Mary Jane battered the nurse with a million questions, not even bothering to wait for an answer.

"What happened to Peter? Has the Goblin been caught? Has Spider-Man been found?"

"I'll ask the doctor."

Mary Jane tucked her hair nervously behind her ear, as the nurse left the room for a couple minutes. When the nurse returned, she had a letter in her hand, which she handed to the redhead.

Mary Jane waited until the nurse left the room to open the letter, and even then, she hesitated to open it right away, busy studying the handwriting on the envelope. It seemed familiar- perhaps Harry's?

Carefully, as to not destroy the envelope too much or to damage the letter within, she ripped open the envelope with her finger, and pulled the letter out. As she did so, several photographs fell out onto the bed, all upside down. She ignored them for the moment, and unfolded the letter and read.

Dear M.J.-

After being captured by the Goblin for the second time (sheesh), I was tortured. The Goblin wanted to know who Spider-Man was and where he was hiding. I hate to admit this, but I told him- it seemed like the already knew, he just wanted me to confirm it. He wasn't surprised when I relented and gave the name.

After that, I'm not sure what happened, but I know that the Goblin managed to capture Spider-Man. A few hours ago he came to me- with Spider-Man by his side.

It seems that Spider-Man has joined the Goblin. But I wouldn't be too afraid, M.J. I think that Spidey has a trick up his sleeve- or costume.

Included here are photos I want you to send to the Daily Bugle on the Goblin's request.

Love always,

Peter

Mary Jane stared at the letter for a long time after she had finished it, and couldn't help it when two stray tears trickled down her cheek and landed on the paper, blurring Peter's signature.

"Oh Peter, I'm so sorry."

Slowly and carefully, she folded the letter and put it back in the envelope. Gingerly, she picked up the photos and turned them around- slowly.

With a gasp she nearly dropped all of the pictures, but she collected enough of her wits to keep them in her hands.

There was Peter, lying on a cement floor, arms covering his face. He was stripped to the waist, and all over his back, flesh was hanging off.

With a shaking hand, she moved the picture the bottom of the pile, and began to look at all the other photos.

Peter's bruised and battered body.

Peter crying.

Blood.

Then the photo's of Peter changed to photos of Spider-Man. His costume was a mess, pieces of it torn and missing, showing burned and torn flesh beneath. Mary had to keep herself from vomiting on the spot.

Finally, Mary Jane reached the last picture, and with a cry, she dropped all of the photos, and them them flutter to the ground.

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Spider-Man examined his new costume with a stern eye, and made sure that he looked complete.

Over his body was a black flight suit much like the Goblin's, and it showed off his figure, curving in just the right places. No skin was visible, and he knew that would drive people even crazier with lust then if he showed more of his skin.

Over his feet were tight and flexible boots like from his previous costume, only that they were black as well. The same went for his gloves.

On his face, he wore a similar mask, designed in silver and black. The differences were quite obvious- he had cut the mask in such a way that his brown hair was visible, falling over the large silver eyepieces, creating more of a human appeal.

"Beautiful."

Spidey turned to look at his partner, hair shifting with his sudden movement. The Goblin looked the same as ever, but it appeared that he was more relaxed. Spidey smiled.

"You know you want me." he said seductively, and moved over to the Goblin, moving his hips in such a manner that even the finest courtesan would be envious. The Goblin smiled and placed his hands around Spider-Man's waist.

"Yes, I do."

As the Goblin and Spider-Man walked out of the room together, Spidey passed a garbage can. He glanced inside and grimaced at what he saw-

His red mask stared up at him, seeming to judge him. He skilfully repressed a shudder, and turned away from the can.

That was his past- it was all behind him now.

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Authour's Note:

Yeah, yeah. I know it sucked. Way too short and the grammar was terrible- that's what you get for not going over it again. Well, please forgive me!

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