Sarah took out a piece of paper from her torn coat's left pocket and checked it again. "Good, I'm here!"
She walked toward the nightclub and stopped just feet away from its entrance. Anger, hatred and all of her emotions were now bubbling in her. But Sarah would not and dare not succumb to them as she knew what would happen if she did.
Sarah blanked her mind and focused. She could feel them, tiny molecules of oxygen and nitrogen and whatnot, everything surrounding her, she could feel their rapid movements, as the air around her grew thicker, denser. Sarah began to concentrate on moving them to her own will. She felt the air beneath her expanded and her whole body was rising up. It stopped. She was now floating slightly above the ground. Sarah slightly smiled in satisfaction. But cold thoughts left her in pain as she realized why she was here.
Sarah raised her right arm and 'commanded' the wind to blow up the door. She brushed off the dust from her coat and slowly but steadily flew into the building.
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It'd only been one day since Peter moved in with Mary Jane. He was in fact VERY lucky since the person who she had been sharing the apartment with had just left not long ago. Peter still couldn't believe that he was now living with Mary Jane, sharing the same apartment. A year ago, he'd have given ANYTHING just for her to smile at him, and now she was LIVING with him. Even if it was just for a few days.
Peter picked up his empty mug and went to make some coffee. That was when his spider sense kicked in. It had never been this powerful before, NEVER! There was like a time bomb, ticking inside his head, just without the sound. Peter dropped his mug and held onto the table as the world swirl around him. He felt as if his head was going to explode just any minute. Then, it was gone, as swiftly as it came.
Peter cautiously looked around the house. But no one was there. He would have sensed them right away if anybody were in the house. Peter tried to shake off the feeling of being endangered but couldn't. It was too strong. Unlike anything he'd ever felt before. But he was not in any clear danger. Nor anybody he loved. There had been no threat of another insane maniac who wants to 'rule over the world' lately. Aunt May was safe. Mary Jane was working.
"Harry...
"Nah I don't LOVE him!"
No one he loved was in danger. Or at least no one he KNEW. Yet, it was there, and his -although weird, on and off- Spider-sense had never failed before.
"Well, there's a first time for everything!" He thought gloomily though he knew that he couldn't just dismiss this. It had to mean something. To him.
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Sarah really felt sorry for all those 'innocent' assassins who'd just happened to be in her way. She wondered long enough whether they'd known all along that someday, something like this would happen. But who was she to feel sorry for them; when just days ago, her very own father had been murdered by one of them. Any of them would have killed him if ordered.
Sarah finally reached a weirdest looking door she'd ever seen. It was red. But it wasn't the cheap red paint that was sold in any house ware store. It was...
"Blood..."
"How many more innocents until you're satisfied...whoever you are..."?
"Let me end your suffering once and for all!"
Sarah slowly landed on her feet. Then she stirred the air and blew open the door. She flinched as some of the door's remaining flew right past her. It didn't blow up entirely but there was an opening big enough for her to go through. Sarah wrenched her fist and walked into the room.
Sarah barely dodged the two laser guns just as they swept past her. At the same moment, two combats appeared and attacked her.
Sarah snickered, "Are you that low?"
She wasn't troubled by any of these. Her powers weren't new to her. She had discovered them long ago. In fact, it had begun developing ever since she found that old suitcase with the little cute crystal ball in it. She was probably six years old back then. She had broken the ball by accident and spilled the purple stuff all over her hands. Luckily Sarah didn't cut herself by doing so. Now that she thought about it, her powers must have something to do with the chemical. But it was for a good reason. At least she hoped so.
Sarah's thoughts were interrupted as the two lasers and two barking combats were attacking her again. She flew right past them and snapped her fingers. The winds took hold of the two androids and somehow dissolved the laser beams (How? Sarah didn't know herself; she just felt she could do it!)
Sarah had always been a very good student. In fact, a genius. She believed it was in the genes. Her father was VERY smart, even though his job was as lame as it could get, his brilliance were unmistakable. Therefore she had undoubtedly inherited it from him. Sarah's always been able to grasp the subject quickly. Sarah had been training her 'powers' since she was 10. Something had happened then. Something that had made her regrets ever obtaining these powers. By reading and researching, Sarah had been able to have almost total control over them. Almost. But not enough...
Sarah materialized the air in front of the paralyzed robots and slowed down the molecules' speed turning it as hard as it could get. Then she slammed the whole thing into the robots, smashing them against the wall as they broke apart.
Sarah waited patiently hoping the boss behind all this would appear and confront her. But her patience ran out before his did or so it seemed. She sighed and walked toward the desk on the far end of the room. There was nothing on it except a strange costume and a copy of a newspaper.
There, on the front page was a man.
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As the girl in the torn white dress flew off through the ceiling, a shadow emerged. He – it seemed – leisurely walked toward the desk where she had been standing and looked at the newspaper. The front page was missing along with the red and blue costume that he'd left there earlier.
A devious smile showed on his face as he stepped out into the light.
"Humph! She's good..." he muttered to himself, "but 15 low-rank bodyguards are a small price to pay for Spider-man's head!"
He hated Spider-man. Always meddling with others' business. It was time for payback. Now he only had to stand back and watch his supposed granddaughter and him battle the little bug.
The man took out his cell phone and punched in some numbers. He waited patiently as the phone on the other side rang. Finally, after the fourth ring, somebody picked it up.
"Harry Osborn speaking."
"It's me," he whispered back as though he was afraid somebody might overhear them and spoil his plan, "The first step is done. She's already out. Hahahah!"
"Hmm..." Harry paused a bit, "Did she suspect anything?"
"Apparently, no!" he chuckled, "After all she's only a not-so-wise 14-year-old. And Spider-man did kill her father, in a way!"
He continued in the same evil-genius tone of voice, "Now it's your turn. Is the suit ready?"
"Yes, but we're still finding a pilot for it. It's devoured, literally, two human subjects."
"Well, I don't care how you will do it. Just have the whole thing ready by next week. I don't think that girl is enough to kill Spider-man by herself."
"If everything goes as plan, by next week, there will be a new 'hero' in town!"
Even through the phone, he could somehow felt the sneer on Harry's face as he said that.
"Is the Board of Directors giving you any trouble?" he added it as an afterthought.
"Humph! Even if they were, they wouldn't be stupid enough to oppose me. You know why!"
"Good. Then Spider-man should be resting in peace in two weeks. Hahaha!"
"NO!" the voice was so sharp that it made him jumped a bit, "Spider-man will not rest in peace. I will torture him 'til he wishes he were never born. Not only will he not die peacefully, his whole family and every single one he loves won't either."
The phone clicked.
He felt a cold wind brushed aside him as he heard the last words. He had known this boy since he was little and he still couldn't believe how fast people could change.
He shook his head as though trying to get rid of all the troubling thoughts then left the scene.
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Sarah had been listening to the whole conversation. She had disguised herself by creating a windshield which somehow had distorted her image, making her 'invisible' to the human eye. She couldn't hold it forever but long enough to hear everything she needed to know.
"Hmph! Not-so-wise huh?" she thought.
Sarah had soon decided that she needed to kill or at least capture Spider-man first, that way she could rattle out every single soul who was involved.
"Then, it will truly be payback! BIG TIME!"
