Here's Chapter Two, version 2.1 of my story.don't worry, the action's
coming soon.I took the creative liberty of saying that electricity takes
the stickiness out of Spiderman's webbing. Please don't kill me. I fixed
a hole in the plot that LAXgirl pointed out..thanks :P
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, blah blah blah.
Chapter 2
Peter Parker took the bowl of macaroni and cheese out of the microwave. He was alone in his apartment. Harry Osborn, his roommate, hardly ever lived there any more. He spent most of his time at his mansion home or at his Oscorp office, but still paid his half of the rent. He was rich, it hardly affected him and he was doing a favour for his friend Peter.
Peter Parker on the other hand, could hardly scrape together enough money to pay his rent, hence his habit of eating Kraft dinner every day. Spiderman photos didn't sell as well as they used to, and J. Jonah Jameson, his boss, hadn't given the superhero a cover spot in months. Unless something dramatic happened to Spiderman soon (and Parker got pictures of it), Jameson would probably fire Peter.
Peter had been spending the last few months alone. He refused to let anyone get close to him emotionally, for fear of their life. He hardly visited his Aunt May, and hadn't spoken to Mary Jane since his goodbye in the cemetery. However, with all the lack of action in Peter's life, he was beginning to wonder if rejecting Mary Jane, along with the rest of the world, was such a good idea. Spiderman had no known enemies since the Green Goblin died.except for Jameson, that is.
Peter sat down on the couch and turned the TV on. It was time for the six o'clock news. He almost prayed to hear of some great tragedy occurring.but the top news story was the death of a famous silent film actor. "Ah well, I guess I should be happy that no one's in danger," he said aloud. "Maybe I should move to a different city.somewhere where there's more action."
He finished eating and washed his dishes. Peter wondered if he really needed to go out tonight. Nothing had happened in the last 10 months, why would something happen now? He shook his head. "No, I'd better go take a look around," he thought. "Better safe than sorry."
Peter donned his costume once again and set off to patrol New York City.
Ramses stood on the roof of his apartment building, armed and ready for battle. He was wearing a black muscle shirt, and loose black pants, and a futuristic-looking black visor on his head. His Desert Eagle was strapped to his side, and a knife tucked into his boot. Several gas grenades dangled from his belt. In his hands he held a rifle-sized tazer gun. On his back there was a shiny metallic jetpack, with short wings on each side. The controls for this jetpack were tied to his right arm, and two buttons were on the sides of his boots.
Ramses pulled the visor down over his eyes, disguising himself, and turned it on. He tapped the button on the side of the visor to cycle through the viewing modes.infrared, night vision, motion sensor. By turning a knob on the other side, he could magnify (zoom) the image.
The sound of a modem dialling filled his ears. The corner of the screen read, "Dialling. Connected."
"Mr. Ramses?" The disguised voice of his employer asked.
"Yes?" He answered.
"This is your employer. I'm speaking to you through the headset. I can see and hear everything that you can. Did you read and destroy the documentation?"
"Yes I did."
"Good. Handling the jetpack is very simple. When you tap your feet together, the jetpack will give a short burst and launch you."
"There's no place like home," Ramses mused.
"Right." The low, mechanical voice didn't show any signs of amusement. "Continue tapping your feet together to keep yourself flying. Don't hold on the thrusters, just short bursts. Leaning will move the flaps on the wings to steer. The tazer rifle in your hands shoots electric darts that probably won't kill the target, but will stun him temporarily."
"I understand."
"And if the target ensnares you, bite down on the mouthpiece." Ramses took the rubber mouthpiece that was dangling from the headset and put it in his mouth. "The tazer rifle will give you a jolt of electricity, but it should undo the webbing. And don't lose any equipment, it could be traced back to me!"
"Affirmative."
"Now kill Spiderman."
As if on cue, a blue and red steak flashed by Ramses. Spiderman! Ramses ran to the ledge of the building to see the wall crawler swing down the street.
"Was that him? Go get him!" The employer yelled.
Ramses leapt off the building fearlessly and tapped his heels together. He felt heat on his back, and was shot into the air by the jetpack. He leaned forward and shot off once more.
Spiderman felt a tingling sensation.. "Spider sense." he said aloud. He welcomed the feel; he hadn't been in danger for months. "Finally, some action." Spiderman shot some webbing and landed on a rooftop.
He spun around to see a man flying through the air towards him. Ramses landed on the other side of the rooftop and stumbled as he landed.
"You're new to this flying deal, aren't you?" Spiderman quipped. Without saying a word, the man raised his tazer rifle and shot at him. Spiderman leapt into the air and landed on the wall behind him, and saw the dart hit just below where he was clinging. The projectile let out a crackling buzz sound.
"Nice hardware, mind if I have a look at it?" From his wrist, Spiderman let out a shot of webbing at the man's hands. The webbing clung to the rifle and Spiderman yanked his string. The rifle flew out of Ramses' hands and onto the ground.
"Bite the mouthpiece!" The employer ordered. Ramses bit down on the rubber in his mouth, and the tazer rifle let out a crackling noise. Bolts of electricity flowed through the webbing and shocked Spiderman. The wall crawler let out a yelp and severed the webbing.
Ramses took the Desert Eagle out of its holster and fired at Spiderman while lunging to grab the tazer. Spiderman dropped from the wall, and leapt off the side of the building. Ramses picked up the tazer in one hand and leapt off the building after Spiderman.
Ramses had to drop a few stories before noticing that Spiderman was nowhere within sight. He tapped his heels together and spun around to see the superhero clinging to the side of the building they had just jumped off of.
"People shouldn't be leaping off buildings like that without some sort of safety line, don't you think?" Spiderman shot out a thread at Ramses. The he was enveloped in spider silk, and started to fall. Spiderman disconnected the thread from his wrist and attached it to the side of the building. His enemy swung downwards, then smashed against the building.
Ramses moaned and the mouthpiece fell out of his mouth.
"Give yourself a shock, Ramses, it'll free you!"
"The mouthpiece fell out." The assassin tried to grab the rubber bit with his mouth.
"Having some troubles?" Spiderman was hanging upside down from a thread, watching Ramses struggle to get the mouthpiece back into his mouth. Spiderman chuckled. "Let's see who's under this thing." He went to lift the helmet, but Ramses slammed his helmeted head against the wall, pinching the dangling mouthpiece between his head and the bricks.
A jolt of electricity came out of the rifle in his hands and through his body and the webbing. The thread disconnected at the top and Ramses fell. The painful tingling of the electric shock faded from his body, and he tapped his heels together again. The heat from the jetpack melted most of the threads, and Ramses freed himself from Spiderman's bonds. With another click of his feet, Ramses soared into the air, put the mouthpiece back between his teeth and spun around to face the Spider. He held his pistol in one hand and the tazer rifle in the other.
The two combatants had made such a scene already, that police, ambulance and news crews were gathering on the street below. Red and blue lights from police cars shone, and news cameras were aimed at the sky.
Ramses holstered his Desert Eagle and fired at Spiderman with the tazer rifle. Spiderman was still hanging where Ramses was a moment ago. He let go of his thread and swung to the other side of the street narrowly dodging the buzzing electric darts. Ramses launched himself closer to get a better shot. Spiderman, now clinging to a wall on the other side of the street, shot at Ramses with his webbing. He missed, and the assassin fired back at him.
Ramses' aim was truer than Spiderman's. A dart embedded itself into Spiderman's torso, and jolted him with an electric shock. The bolt sent shocked his brain, causing it to give out every signal it could. Spiderman's body flailed stiffly and his tense wrists shot off webbing aimlessly. He then blacked out and fell from the wall. People on the ground screamed.
Spiderman fell for what seemed to take hours. He kept falling, arms dangling helplessly with long cords protruding from his wrists.
One of the cords struck a wall, and as Spiderman fell some more, it came tight and swung the hero's unconscious body to the other side of the street. With a resounding crash, he smashed through a glass window, only two stories from the ground, and landed violently in an unlit, closed women's clothing boutique.
"Get him!" Screamed the employer.
"Yes sir." Ramses leaned forward, tapped his heels and shot ahead to finish off the unconscious superhero. He needed to slow down, to spread out the bursts between jetpack shots, to aim for the window that Spiderman fell into.
As Ramses dropped altitude, people were looking up at him, pointing and yelling obscenities. He shrugged their insults off. A police spotlight blinded him momentarily until his eyes could adjust.
"To the armed.um, flying man." a police voice said hesitantly into a megaphone, "Drop your weapons or we will open fire. You are under arrest."
Ramses ignored the threat and landed on the ledge of the window that Spiderman had fallen into. Then, a gunshot! A bullet whizzed by his head.
"Shit!" Ramses cursed. "The police are shooting at me."
"Get out of there!" The employer ordered. "You're no good to me dead. You can get Spiderman some other time."
"Yes sir." Another bullet shot by him. He turned around and leaped out of the window. With a few quick shots of his jetpack, he soared off into the night.
Inside the store, Spiderman groaned as he regained consciousness. "Oh.where am I?" He looked around and found himself propped up against a broken shelf. He picked a bra up off his head. "Looks like I took quite a spill."
Spiderman then heard footsteps.someone was coming up the stairs, but his spider sense didn't feel a thing; it wasn't an enemy. Nevertheless, Spiderman glanced at the fire escape.
A few seconds later, the paramedics burst into the room to find a shards of glass and a broken shelf with bras strewn upon the floor, but Spiderman was nowhere to be found.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, blah blah blah.
Chapter 2
Peter Parker took the bowl of macaroni and cheese out of the microwave. He was alone in his apartment. Harry Osborn, his roommate, hardly ever lived there any more. He spent most of his time at his mansion home or at his Oscorp office, but still paid his half of the rent. He was rich, it hardly affected him and he was doing a favour for his friend Peter.
Peter Parker on the other hand, could hardly scrape together enough money to pay his rent, hence his habit of eating Kraft dinner every day. Spiderman photos didn't sell as well as they used to, and J. Jonah Jameson, his boss, hadn't given the superhero a cover spot in months. Unless something dramatic happened to Spiderman soon (and Parker got pictures of it), Jameson would probably fire Peter.
Peter had been spending the last few months alone. He refused to let anyone get close to him emotionally, for fear of their life. He hardly visited his Aunt May, and hadn't spoken to Mary Jane since his goodbye in the cemetery. However, with all the lack of action in Peter's life, he was beginning to wonder if rejecting Mary Jane, along with the rest of the world, was such a good idea. Spiderman had no known enemies since the Green Goblin died.except for Jameson, that is.
Peter sat down on the couch and turned the TV on. It was time for the six o'clock news. He almost prayed to hear of some great tragedy occurring.but the top news story was the death of a famous silent film actor. "Ah well, I guess I should be happy that no one's in danger," he said aloud. "Maybe I should move to a different city.somewhere where there's more action."
He finished eating and washed his dishes. Peter wondered if he really needed to go out tonight. Nothing had happened in the last 10 months, why would something happen now? He shook his head. "No, I'd better go take a look around," he thought. "Better safe than sorry."
Peter donned his costume once again and set off to patrol New York City.
Ramses stood on the roof of his apartment building, armed and ready for battle. He was wearing a black muscle shirt, and loose black pants, and a futuristic-looking black visor on his head. His Desert Eagle was strapped to his side, and a knife tucked into his boot. Several gas grenades dangled from his belt. In his hands he held a rifle-sized tazer gun. On his back there was a shiny metallic jetpack, with short wings on each side. The controls for this jetpack were tied to his right arm, and two buttons were on the sides of his boots.
Ramses pulled the visor down over his eyes, disguising himself, and turned it on. He tapped the button on the side of the visor to cycle through the viewing modes.infrared, night vision, motion sensor. By turning a knob on the other side, he could magnify (zoom) the image.
The sound of a modem dialling filled his ears. The corner of the screen read, "Dialling. Connected."
"Mr. Ramses?" The disguised voice of his employer asked.
"Yes?" He answered.
"This is your employer. I'm speaking to you through the headset. I can see and hear everything that you can. Did you read and destroy the documentation?"
"Yes I did."
"Good. Handling the jetpack is very simple. When you tap your feet together, the jetpack will give a short burst and launch you."
"There's no place like home," Ramses mused.
"Right." The low, mechanical voice didn't show any signs of amusement. "Continue tapping your feet together to keep yourself flying. Don't hold on the thrusters, just short bursts. Leaning will move the flaps on the wings to steer. The tazer rifle in your hands shoots electric darts that probably won't kill the target, but will stun him temporarily."
"I understand."
"And if the target ensnares you, bite down on the mouthpiece." Ramses took the rubber mouthpiece that was dangling from the headset and put it in his mouth. "The tazer rifle will give you a jolt of electricity, but it should undo the webbing. And don't lose any equipment, it could be traced back to me!"
"Affirmative."
"Now kill Spiderman."
As if on cue, a blue and red steak flashed by Ramses. Spiderman! Ramses ran to the ledge of the building to see the wall crawler swing down the street.
"Was that him? Go get him!" The employer yelled.
Ramses leapt off the building fearlessly and tapped his heels together. He felt heat on his back, and was shot into the air by the jetpack. He leaned forward and shot off once more.
Spiderman felt a tingling sensation.. "Spider sense." he said aloud. He welcomed the feel; he hadn't been in danger for months. "Finally, some action." Spiderman shot some webbing and landed on a rooftop.
He spun around to see a man flying through the air towards him. Ramses landed on the other side of the rooftop and stumbled as he landed.
"You're new to this flying deal, aren't you?" Spiderman quipped. Without saying a word, the man raised his tazer rifle and shot at him. Spiderman leapt into the air and landed on the wall behind him, and saw the dart hit just below where he was clinging. The projectile let out a crackling buzz sound.
"Nice hardware, mind if I have a look at it?" From his wrist, Spiderman let out a shot of webbing at the man's hands. The webbing clung to the rifle and Spiderman yanked his string. The rifle flew out of Ramses' hands and onto the ground.
"Bite the mouthpiece!" The employer ordered. Ramses bit down on the rubber in his mouth, and the tazer rifle let out a crackling noise. Bolts of electricity flowed through the webbing and shocked Spiderman. The wall crawler let out a yelp and severed the webbing.
Ramses took the Desert Eagle out of its holster and fired at Spiderman while lunging to grab the tazer. Spiderman dropped from the wall, and leapt off the side of the building. Ramses picked up the tazer in one hand and leapt off the building after Spiderman.
Ramses had to drop a few stories before noticing that Spiderman was nowhere within sight. He tapped his heels together and spun around to see the superhero clinging to the side of the building they had just jumped off of.
"People shouldn't be leaping off buildings like that without some sort of safety line, don't you think?" Spiderman shot out a thread at Ramses. The he was enveloped in spider silk, and started to fall. Spiderman disconnected the thread from his wrist and attached it to the side of the building. His enemy swung downwards, then smashed against the building.
Ramses moaned and the mouthpiece fell out of his mouth.
"Give yourself a shock, Ramses, it'll free you!"
"The mouthpiece fell out." The assassin tried to grab the rubber bit with his mouth.
"Having some troubles?" Spiderman was hanging upside down from a thread, watching Ramses struggle to get the mouthpiece back into his mouth. Spiderman chuckled. "Let's see who's under this thing." He went to lift the helmet, but Ramses slammed his helmeted head against the wall, pinching the dangling mouthpiece between his head and the bricks.
A jolt of electricity came out of the rifle in his hands and through his body and the webbing. The thread disconnected at the top and Ramses fell. The painful tingling of the electric shock faded from his body, and he tapped his heels together again. The heat from the jetpack melted most of the threads, and Ramses freed himself from Spiderman's bonds. With another click of his feet, Ramses soared into the air, put the mouthpiece back between his teeth and spun around to face the Spider. He held his pistol in one hand and the tazer rifle in the other.
The two combatants had made such a scene already, that police, ambulance and news crews were gathering on the street below. Red and blue lights from police cars shone, and news cameras were aimed at the sky.
Ramses holstered his Desert Eagle and fired at Spiderman with the tazer rifle. Spiderman was still hanging where Ramses was a moment ago. He let go of his thread and swung to the other side of the street narrowly dodging the buzzing electric darts. Ramses launched himself closer to get a better shot. Spiderman, now clinging to a wall on the other side of the street, shot at Ramses with his webbing. He missed, and the assassin fired back at him.
Ramses' aim was truer than Spiderman's. A dart embedded itself into Spiderman's torso, and jolted him with an electric shock. The bolt sent shocked his brain, causing it to give out every signal it could. Spiderman's body flailed stiffly and his tense wrists shot off webbing aimlessly. He then blacked out and fell from the wall. People on the ground screamed.
Spiderman fell for what seemed to take hours. He kept falling, arms dangling helplessly with long cords protruding from his wrists.
One of the cords struck a wall, and as Spiderman fell some more, it came tight and swung the hero's unconscious body to the other side of the street. With a resounding crash, he smashed through a glass window, only two stories from the ground, and landed violently in an unlit, closed women's clothing boutique.
"Get him!" Screamed the employer.
"Yes sir." Ramses leaned forward, tapped his heels and shot ahead to finish off the unconscious superhero. He needed to slow down, to spread out the bursts between jetpack shots, to aim for the window that Spiderman fell into.
As Ramses dropped altitude, people were looking up at him, pointing and yelling obscenities. He shrugged their insults off. A police spotlight blinded him momentarily until his eyes could adjust.
"To the armed.um, flying man." a police voice said hesitantly into a megaphone, "Drop your weapons or we will open fire. You are under arrest."
Ramses ignored the threat and landed on the ledge of the window that Spiderman had fallen into. Then, a gunshot! A bullet whizzed by his head.
"Shit!" Ramses cursed. "The police are shooting at me."
"Get out of there!" The employer ordered. "You're no good to me dead. You can get Spiderman some other time."
"Yes sir." Another bullet shot by him. He turned around and leaped out of the window. With a few quick shots of his jetpack, he soared off into the night.
Inside the store, Spiderman groaned as he regained consciousness. "Oh.where am I?" He looked around and found himself propped up against a broken shelf. He picked a bra up off his head. "Looks like I took quite a spill."
Spiderman then heard footsteps.someone was coming up the stairs, but his spider sense didn't feel a thing; it wasn't an enemy. Nevertheless, Spiderman glanced at the fire escape.
A few seconds later, the paramedics burst into the room to find a shards of glass and a broken shelf with bras strewn upon the floor, but Spiderman was nowhere to be found.
