Chapter Nine "Unspoken Words"
7:00 PM New York City, New York (United States of America)
Brown hair blocked Peter's tired eyes for a moment as he frowned and pulled the screendoor open. His hair, still wet from a shower, hung low and left a dampness on his fingers as he pulled a few clumped strands out of the way. I need a haircut or soon i may have a pony tail sticking out the back of my mask. Peter joked as he knocked on the door, forgetting he had a spare key. Several hours had passed since the botched capture of of the dubbed "alphabet gang" and the explosion that almost killed spider-man and the bank tellers but Peter still got a chill down his spine everytime he thought about how close he came to dying. what would happen if i died?..how would aunt May handle that and find out that im spider man? he thought as paranoid thoughts of his mother figure stood at his grave weeping. every villan would be after her, who would be there to protect frail aunt may? A cold sweat appeared on his forehead which he didnt realise about, Peter pulled those thoughts away and tried to cheer himself. "well at least i could get some sleep he joked to himself as he checked his reflection in the window and realised that he had the key. "I had the key the entire time.....i feel so stupid" he said to himself as he pulled out before said key and unlocked the green front door. Unbeknownst to Peter, his makeup was running and the numerous marks and bruises he had could be seen.
The tiny home of Aunt May was pleasant and smelled like cinniamon and sugar. faint smoke and steam emerged every so often along with a gentle hum and cheerful chatter from the kitchen as Peter closed the door. Nervous steps brought him halfway through the living room but were stoped by the sudden apperance of Aunt May. "Peter, I see you made it on time, good, go wash your hands dear" she said , pulling close and giving him a kiss that Peter wipped off as a soft quizitive voice came from the kitchen, which also housed the dining room table. "May? it that Peter? How odd that he is on time for once" Aunt Watson, Mary Jane's aunt and close friend to Aunt May said as a giggle erupted from Both her and another familar person's voice. MY is here! You idiot, of course she is here, Aunt May and Miss Watson have been trying to hook us up ever since Gwen .....since... his mind became blocked by the thought of Her death, after all this time he was still not over her and her death. Aunt May didnt let him stand there too long before she started shooing him into the bathroom to wash up. The old lady wore a brown short sleeved dress that went down to her ankles and was complemented with a pair of black pumps. Aunt May closed the door behind Peter and the smile she had was erased by a look of worry. She turned to return to the kitchen and walked off, commenting on the fact that he had marks and bruises over his face. "boy is always getting into hurt" she muttered to herself.
Peter checked the door to see if it was locked and then sat down on the seat-covered toilet. Looking up at the mirror, Peter almost let out a pitiful cry, all the make up was smeared and streaked. He shot up off the toilet.looked around the bathroom and grabbed a towel then wipped off the rest of the make up. i wonder how long its been like that....why didnt Aunt May say anything? he thought with a startled look in the mirror. He saw the lipstick impression of Aunt May's lips on his cheek and he slapped his sweaty forhead. Oh no, I wiped my face off when Aunt May kissed me, Im doomed by the old parker luck once again. He thought as he built up the courage to go out. What was Miss Watson and MJ going to say when he walked in there with all those scars. damn harry, i could have got the non smearing kind if you had called back in time. Peter thought as he sat back down on the toilet seat. Pariona hit him hard as he cupped his chin in his right hand. "what am i goinng to do?, what am i going to say?" He said aloud as a idea came to mind. He began to calm slightly as a smile appeared on his face and he rubbed a smug of makeup off his right cheek.
The trio of women sat waiting for Peter, all eager to see what May's remarks were about. Aunt Watson sat across from May and was trying to figure out the crypitc thoughts of her best friend. "why do you have that look on your face Anna Watson? I do say i never give looks like that young lady" The old aunt joked as Both laughed, the two had met right after Mary Jane and her family had moved in beside them and became fast friends. It was Miss Watson and Peter that helped her through Ben's death but Anna's friendship had pulled the friend through the dark times. Ana smiled and laughed. "Im trying to figure out why your boy has been in the bathroom for ten minutes, some of us would like to...." she got out before a look of confusion painted across her face. "Peter Parker? why is your face all beat up?" She asked as Peter entered the room and took a seat opposite the lovely Mary Jane who gave him a grin that made him melt in his shoes. "Yeah Tiger...why is your face all beat up?" MJ asked with a glint in her eye that made him nervous. Peter shrugged off the look and smiled at Miss Watson. "Oh its okay Miss Watson, I was taking pics of that bank robbery today, you know the one that blew up today? When it blew up we had to duck, a Police officer helped me but i got all scrathced up. I put on some make up to hide the marks but i guess it didnt help." Peter used a little white lie to cover his tracks but it seemed that MJ wasnt buying it and she rolled her eyes. The already nervous Peter almost jumped up and ran out of the room, that eye rolling made peter paranoid again. Nah...she doesnt, couldnt figure that out,.....never.....yeah right. does she? he thought to himself as Aunt May and Ana shook their heads and noted that they indeed had watched it on the news. "Well you know they say Spider-man was behind it, to cover up his tracks they say" Miss Watson as Peter took a look at Aunt May. "that horrible Spider-man... i should wack him with my umbrella next time i see you..they say he is always here in Forest hills so maybe he lives here? " She said as Peter put his head down for a second and told himself that May's heart problems couldnt take him telling her the truth. Mary Jane coughed and got the tables attention, smiling and blushing at Peter she winked and made him nose dive in paranoia. " Will we should eat, I bet everyone is starving" Mary Jane said at the perfect time and the others agreed. Peter began to diss himself up some food and tried so hard not to drop the dish, his hands were shaking. she makes me so nervous....i cant stop the shaking he thought as they all dug into the beautiful dinner that May had made for them all.
Meanwhile New York City, New York (United States of America)
Being patient wasnt what Ron Harnois did best, in fact he didnt think that "Patience" was in his vocabulary. His dry, rigid hands gripped the shineless-door handle and pulled it open as he thought this over. His always alert and suspicious brown eyes spied his crew playing poker in the center of the darkened warehouse. His disdain and hatred towards games of chance showed as he snorted and pulled the door shut behind him closed. For five years now, Harnois had been a mercenary, killing and hurting people for money. His most recent employer was his first supervillan job and he was enjoying it. The only real drag to it he had found was the secrecy, masks, and superheroes. Only thing i wish is that i could see his face...damn fishbowl covers everything was Ron's thought on that matter. The job was to go to Harry Osborn, president of Oscorp and offer him assistance in discrediting Spider-man. This, Harnois didnt have a problem with, it was the second part that irriatated him: He had to form a four-man crew and split up the money Osborn gave him into shares of four. Harnois was greedy, he always had been and did not deny that aspect of his life so he dwelt on this part of the deal alot. Boss doesnt want me to earn more than what im getting from him. I will just kill the rest and take their cuts when this job is over he thought as he laughed softly to himself. it was a sinsiter, evil laugh and some people had told him that it scared them, Harnois would just laugh more when they told him that. The closest to the approaching leader was a man known only as "Soil" , why they called the buff two-hundred pound black man that only he knew. His bald head gleamed under the one light that hung down in the ware house to illuminate the table and a few feet from it. On his left was "Bull" a large three-hundred and fifty-six pound tecan who's long read beard touched his fat gut, he was their weapons and survilance expert and the bane of their eating . The man disgusted by Bull eating a large chili covered hotdog with extra relish and onions to the far left was the final memeber of the four man team: Brian Verdes. The brown-eyed and haired twenty something was some what a prodigy in the thieving business, some even claimed he sold his soul to aquire his unnatural talent. Brian looked up as Harnois coughed to get their attetnion but Verdes was the first to speak when all had their attention on their "leader"
"Harnois, tell Bull over here that other people have stomachs." The young man half joked as Bull went red and glared at Brian. "Well if the little nat would like food then he can go to another flower" the stupid southerner said as Verdes laughed out loud. " BEES....bees take the nectar from flowers...NATS live off of trash like you. Besides...im too disgusted by your eating to think about anything that concerns nutrition." He said to Bull as the large man kicked his chair out for his way and glared at Brian, who sat there unflinching. "Do you want to repeat that nat?!!!" he growled as Soil looked at Harnois and rolled his eyes. "Both have beeen fighten since ya went to see the boss" the fearsome man with dark green eyes said as the now annoyed Harnois. Brian Kept his position holding his cards and moved his eyes in Bulls direction for a slight second and looked away. "Bull, sit down or I will shove that chili dog down your throat, break your nose and let you drown and choke on your cherished food...then eating will be hard" Verdes said as Bull lifted his free hand up to bash the brave thief but was stopped by Harnois pounding the table. "Hey you big ape! Cut it out NOW" The grey haired Harnois growled as Verdes grinned. "That goes for you as well Verdes, I dont care if your our grease man...i will kill you myself." He said as Verdes smiled and put his cards down. "Okay boss" both said as Bull took up his over-turned chair up right and sat back down sulkingly.
Brian Verdes was younger than all these men but his mind was sharper then theirs, He told himself this every moment he sat with them, cheated them, and laughed at or with them. The only one he liked was Harnois but the older man was no role model..and being suspicious of him didnt help also. Besides, he only saw brian as a scruffy 'run of the mill' thief, another kid trying to be famous. Brian was no 'run of the mill' thief, in fact he was the son of a corrupt cop and his IQ rivaled several of his former teachers. The rest didnt know that Brian's High IQ made him arrogant and holier than thou, this nature of his had earned him an outcast status in school and forced him to be friends with the geeks and not with the group his father wished him to be in, The In-crowd. He loathed himself at times, in fact his hatred for his own genius was one of the reasons for him dropping out of High School, a move that shocked friends and family. all cause my father.....dont worry pops. Ill make you see how smart I really am He thought, his thoughts now muddled and confused over years. Brian's father believed his son to be insane, a comment the young Verdes had heard every once in a while when the old man hit the bottle. Maybe it was his own genius that made him a little mad, All Brian wanted was a salvation or redemption for himself. The only person that had ever looked up to him had been his little brother, Henry, but he was gone. Brian figured it was henry's tragic death that had caused his fall from grace. His senior year of high school had begun and young Henry was with Brian and his two friends, Peter Parker and Harry Osborn, as they went to the park to work on Henry's throwing arm since their father had refused to help. Henry's love for baseball fueled the young boy to play ball. Brian was a mentor to the boy, helping the boy get good grades so when the time came, Henry could play for the school's team. As usual, Peter bailed out early, something that had become frequent during the first of the year, Brian had figured it had to do with his uncle's death. The day had been so good up to that point, sunny and warm. It was a good day till the plaging nightmare appeared. A large hulking creature had appeared suddenly, crashing down the park and attacking its inhabitants. The hero of the day, Spider-man, had to come and fight it, the large widespread battle had destroyed a large section of the park and mortally wounded Henry. Spider-man had been successful in capturing the monster but the big screw up was Henry, who died a day later of brain damage and massive internal bleeding. A tear almost came from his right eye but he stoped it... grown men dont cry....thats what pops said he thought. Brian's day dreaming earned him a poker chip to the head. "Hey kid, Listen up when Im talking" Harnois growled as Bull snickered like the mindless lacky that he was. If i was to pick them off one by one...he would go first....too trusting Brian thought as Harnois told Bull to "Shut up" and caused the obese southerner to bow his head and shift around in his chair, staying quiet. "I talked to the Boss and he gave us our next gig..along with this" Harnois said as he tossed three shares of money on the table, those three were gone in a second. Bull looked at Harnois and glared at Verdes. "he tried to grab mine.." Bull said as Verdes rolled his eyes and flicked the fat man off. Bull was held in place by Harnois as he went on. "The only problem or "drawback" is that we have to wait a few days till we hit the next place, so i want you to go out and have some fun...do your own thing" he said as Bull bellowed happily. "I met me a pretty blonde on Reese Street, I want to break that girl" He said with a laugh as Harnois slammed the table and made a poker chip bounce into Bull's mouth. "good shot Harnois" Verdes said "shut up, Brian..i want to hear what he has to say" Soil commented "wekdslka...mdifsois....ouch" Bull groaned as he pulled the poker chip from his enlarged front teeth gap. "I dont care what you do, Just dont get caught and dont spend it all..." he said as he finished the order in his mind. Cause I want to steal your shares and kill you myself
A smile hit Harnois's mouth, a smile that made Brian suddenly freeze up and fear the man before him. remember not to trust anyone, Brian a little X-files slogan went through His head and took the seriousness out of his thought but he still worried. Harnois caught the movement and smiled, he was scarying the little boy. "here is the plan" Harnois started as the four closed in together like a foot ball team huddling. A caped person could be seen looking down upon them so high above and his helmet held a evil smile from sight.
7:00 PM New York City, New York (United States of America)
Brown hair blocked Peter's tired eyes for a moment as he frowned and pulled the screendoor open. His hair, still wet from a shower, hung low and left a dampness on his fingers as he pulled a few clumped strands out of the way. I need a haircut or soon i may have a pony tail sticking out the back of my mask. Peter joked as he knocked on the door, forgetting he had a spare key. Several hours had passed since the botched capture of of the dubbed "alphabet gang" and the explosion that almost killed spider-man and the bank tellers but Peter still got a chill down his spine everytime he thought about how close he came to dying. what would happen if i died?..how would aunt May handle that and find out that im spider man? he thought as paranoid thoughts of his mother figure stood at his grave weeping. every villan would be after her, who would be there to protect frail aunt may? A cold sweat appeared on his forehead which he didnt realise about, Peter pulled those thoughts away and tried to cheer himself. "well at least i could get some sleep he joked to himself as he checked his reflection in the window and realised that he had the key. "I had the key the entire time.....i feel so stupid" he said to himself as he pulled out before said key and unlocked the green front door. Unbeknownst to Peter, his makeup was running and the numerous marks and bruises he had could be seen.
The tiny home of Aunt May was pleasant and smelled like cinniamon and sugar. faint smoke and steam emerged every so often along with a gentle hum and cheerful chatter from the kitchen as Peter closed the door. Nervous steps brought him halfway through the living room but were stoped by the sudden apperance of Aunt May. "Peter, I see you made it on time, good, go wash your hands dear" she said , pulling close and giving him a kiss that Peter wipped off as a soft quizitive voice came from the kitchen, which also housed the dining room table. "May? it that Peter? How odd that he is on time for once" Aunt Watson, Mary Jane's aunt and close friend to Aunt May said as a giggle erupted from Both her and another familar person's voice. MY is here! You idiot, of course she is here, Aunt May and Miss Watson have been trying to hook us up ever since Gwen .....since... his mind became blocked by the thought of Her death, after all this time he was still not over her and her death. Aunt May didnt let him stand there too long before she started shooing him into the bathroom to wash up. The old lady wore a brown short sleeved dress that went down to her ankles and was complemented with a pair of black pumps. Aunt May closed the door behind Peter and the smile she had was erased by a look of worry. She turned to return to the kitchen and walked off, commenting on the fact that he had marks and bruises over his face. "boy is always getting into hurt" she muttered to herself.
Peter checked the door to see if it was locked and then sat down on the seat-covered toilet. Looking up at the mirror, Peter almost let out a pitiful cry, all the make up was smeared and streaked. He shot up off the toilet.looked around the bathroom and grabbed a towel then wipped off the rest of the make up. i wonder how long its been like that....why didnt Aunt May say anything? he thought with a startled look in the mirror. He saw the lipstick impression of Aunt May's lips on his cheek and he slapped his sweaty forhead. Oh no, I wiped my face off when Aunt May kissed me, Im doomed by the old parker luck once again. He thought as he built up the courage to go out. What was Miss Watson and MJ going to say when he walked in there with all those scars. damn harry, i could have got the non smearing kind if you had called back in time. Peter thought as he sat back down on the toilet seat. Pariona hit him hard as he cupped his chin in his right hand. "what am i goinng to do?, what am i going to say?" He said aloud as a idea came to mind. He began to calm slightly as a smile appeared on his face and he rubbed a smug of makeup off his right cheek.
The trio of women sat waiting for Peter, all eager to see what May's remarks were about. Aunt Watson sat across from May and was trying to figure out the crypitc thoughts of her best friend. "why do you have that look on your face Anna Watson? I do say i never give looks like that young lady" The old aunt joked as Both laughed, the two had met right after Mary Jane and her family had moved in beside them and became fast friends. It was Miss Watson and Peter that helped her through Ben's death but Anna's friendship had pulled the friend through the dark times. Ana smiled and laughed. "Im trying to figure out why your boy has been in the bathroom for ten minutes, some of us would like to...." she got out before a look of confusion painted across her face. "Peter Parker? why is your face all beat up?" She asked as Peter entered the room and took a seat opposite the lovely Mary Jane who gave him a grin that made him melt in his shoes. "Yeah Tiger...why is your face all beat up?" MJ asked with a glint in her eye that made him nervous. Peter shrugged off the look and smiled at Miss Watson. "Oh its okay Miss Watson, I was taking pics of that bank robbery today, you know the one that blew up today? When it blew up we had to duck, a Police officer helped me but i got all scrathced up. I put on some make up to hide the marks but i guess it didnt help." Peter used a little white lie to cover his tracks but it seemed that MJ wasnt buying it and she rolled her eyes. The already nervous Peter almost jumped up and ran out of the room, that eye rolling made peter paranoid again. Nah...she doesnt, couldnt figure that out,.....never.....yeah right. does she? he thought to himself as Aunt May and Ana shook their heads and noted that they indeed had watched it on the news. "Well you know they say Spider-man was behind it, to cover up his tracks they say" Miss Watson as Peter took a look at Aunt May. "that horrible Spider-man... i should wack him with my umbrella next time i see you..they say he is always here in Forest hills so maybe he lives here? " She said as Peter put his head down for a second and told himself that May's heart problems couldnt take him telling her the truth. Mary Jane coughed and got the tables attention, smiling and blushing at Peter she winked and made him nose dive in paranoia. " Will we should eat, I bet everyone is starving" Mary Jane said at the perfect time and the others agreed. Peter began to diss himself up some food and tried so hard not to drop the dish, his hands were shaking. she makes me so nervous....i cant stop the shaking he thought as they all dug into the beautiful dinner that May had made for them all.
Meanwhile New York City, New York (United States of America)
Being patient wasnt what Ron Harnois did best, in fact he didnt think that "Patience" was in his vocabulary. His dry, rigid hands gripped the shineless-door handle and pulled it open as he thought this over. His always alert and suspicious brown eyes spied his crew playing poker in the center of the darkened warehouse. His disdain and hatred towards games of chance showed as he snorted and pulled the door shut behind him closed. For five years now, Harnois had been a mercenary, killing and hurting people for money. His most recent employer was his first supervillan job and he was enjoying it. The only real drag to it he had found was the secrecy, masks, and superheroes. Only thing i wish is that i could see his face...damn fishbowl covers everything was Ron's thought on that matter. The job was to go to Harry Osborn, president of Oscorp and offer him assistance in discrediting Spider-man. This, Harnois didnt have a problem with, it was the second part that irriatated him: He had to form a four-man crew and split up the money Osborn gave him into shares of four. Harnois was greedy, he always had been and did not deny that aspect of his life so he dwelt on this part of the deal alot. Boss doesnt want me to earn more than what im getting from him. I will just kill the rest and take their cuts when this job is over he thought as he laughed softly to himself. it was a sinsiter, evil laugh and some people had told him that it scared them, Harnois would just laugh more when they told him that. The closest to the approaching leader was a man known only as "Soil" , why they called the buff two-hundred pound black man that only he knew. His bald head gleamed under the one light that hung down in the ware house to illuminate the table and a few feet from it. On his left was "Bull" a large three-hundred and fifty-six pound tecan who's long read beard touched his fat gut, he was their weapons and survilance expert and the bane of their eating . The man disgusted by Bull eating a large chili covered hotdog with extra relish and onions to the far left was the final memeber of the four man team: Brian Verdes. The brown-eyed and haired twenty something was some what a prodigy in the thieving business, some even claimed he sold his soul to aquire his unnatural talent. Brian looked up as Harnois coughed to get their attetnion but Verdes was the first to speak when all had their attention on their "leader"
"Harnois, tell Bull over here that other people have stomachs." The young man half joked as Bull went red and glared at Brian. "Well if the little nat would like food then he can go to another flower" the stupid southerner said as Verdes laughed out loud. " BEES....bees take the nectar from flowers...NATS live off of trash like you. Besides...im too disgusted by your eating to think about anything that concerns nutrition." He said to Bull as the large man kicked his chair out for his way and glared at Brian, who sat there unflinching. "Do you want to repeat that nat?!!!" he growled as Soil looked at Harnois and rolled his eyes. "Both have beeen fighten since ya went to see the boss" the fearsome man with dark green eyes said as the now annoyed Harnois. Brian Kept his position holding his cards and moved his eyes in Bulls direction for a slight second and looked away. "Bull, sit down or I will shove that chili dog down your throat, break your nose and let you drown and choke on your cherished food...then eating will be hard" Verdes said as Bull lifted his free hand up to bash the brave thief but was stopped by Harnois pounding the table. "Hey you big ape! Cut it out NOW" The grey haired Harnois growled as Verdes grinned. "That goes for you as well Verdes, I dont care if your our grease man...i will kill you myself." He said as Verdes smiled and put his cards down. "Okay boss" both said as Bull took up his over-turned chair up right and sat back down sulkingly.
Brian Verdes was younger than all these men but his mind was sharper then theirs, He told himself this every moment he sat with them, cheated them, and laughed at or with them. The only one he liked was Harnois but the older man was no role model..and being suspicious of him didnt help also. Besides, he only saw brian as a scruffy 'run of the mill' thief, another kid trying to be famous. Brian was no 'run of the mill' thief, in fact he was the son of a corrupt cop and his IQ rivaled several of his former teachers. The rest didnt know that Brian's High IQ made him arrogant and holier than thou, this nature of his had earned him an outcast status in school and forced him to be friends with the geeks and not with the group his father wished him to be in, The In-crowd. He loathed himself at times, in fact his hatred for his own genius was one of the reasons for him dropping out of High School, a move that shocked friends and family. all cause my father.....dont worry pops. Ill make you see how smart I really am He thought, his thoughts now muddled and confused over years. Brian's father believed his son to be insane, a comment the young Verdes had heard every once in a while when the old man hit the bottle. Maybe it was his own genius that made him a little mad, All Brian wanted was a salvation or redemption for himself. The only person that had ever looked up to him had been his little brother, Henry, but he was gone. Brian figured it was henry's tragic death that had caused his fall from grace. His senior year of high school had begun and young Henry was with Brian and his two friends, Peter Parker and Harry Osborn, as they went to the park to work on Henry's throwing arm since their father had refused to help. Henry's love for baseball fueled the young boy to play ball. Brian was a mentor to the boy, helping the boy get good grades so when the time came, Henry could play for the school's team. As usual, Peter bailed out early, something that had become frequent during the first of the year, Brian had figured it had to do with his uncle's death. The day had been so good up to that point, sunny and warm. It was a good day till the plaging nightmare appeared. A large hulking creature had appeared suddenly, crashing down the park and attacking its inhabitants. The hero of the day, Spider-man, had to come and fight it, the large widespread battle had destroyed a large section of the park and mortally wounded Henry. Spider-man had been successful in capturing the monster but the big screw up was Henry, who died a day later of brain damage and massive internal bleeding. A tear almost came from his right eye but he stoped it... grown men dont cry....thats what pops said he thought. Brian's day dreaming earned him a poker chip to the head. "Hey kid, Listen up when Im talking" Harnois growled as Bull snickered like the mindless lacky that he was. If i was to pick them off one by one...he would go first....too trusting Brian thought as Harnois told Bull to "Shut up" and caused the obese southerner to bow his head and shift around in his chair, staying quiet. "I talked to the Boss and he gave us our next gig..along with this" Harnois said as he tossed three shares of money on the table, those three were gone in a second. Bull looked at Harnois and glared at Verdes. "he tried to grab mine.." Bull said as Verdes rolled his eyes and flicked the fat man off. Bull was held in place by Harnois as he went on. "The only problem or "drawback" is that we have to wait a few days till we hit the next place, so i want you to go out and have some fun...do your own thing" he said as Bull bellowed happily. "I met me a pretty blonde on Reese Street, I want to break that girl" He said with a laugh as Harnois slammed the table and made a poker chip bounce into Bull's mouth. "good shot Harnois" Verdes said "shut up, Brian..i want to hear what he has to say" Soil commented "wekdslka...mdifsois....ouch" Bull groaned as he pulled the poker chip from his enlarged front teeth gap. "I dont care what you do, Just dont get caught and dont spend it all..." he said as he finished the order in his mind. Cause I want to steal your shares and kill you myself
A smile hit Harnois's mouth, a smile that made Brian suddenly freeze up and fear the man before him. remember not to trust anyone, Brian a little X-files slogan went through His head and took the seriousness out of his thought but he still worried. Harnois caught the movement and smiled, he was scarying the little boy. "here is the plan" Harnois started as the four closed in together like a foot ball team huddling. A caped person could be seen looking down upon them so high above and his helmet held a evil smile from sight.
