8/3/02

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Stan makes his way out of the plant and ducks into an alley before anyone spots him. The only way he won't draw attention is by not being seen. "Hmmm, if I get up higher maybe I'll be able to see the little bastards." Looking up he spies a fire escape. Its kind of rusty so it may not even hold him but he tries it anyway. He jumps up to grab it but since he's not used to the power in his new legs he jumps too high and smacks his head on it. Hitting his head caught him off guard so he falls back down and lands flat on his back. He lays there for a minute, not hurt just laying there looking up at the dent that he put in the fire escape. "My head must be like a rock, I barely felt hitting the ground and I don't think I felt the fire escape at all." He gets up and brushes himself off, no point to it its just a habit. "Let me try that again," he jumps lightly and this time he grabs it only to have it come down with him. "I must be too heavy, so now what? I can't just go into a building and use the elevator." He looks at the claws on his hands and feet then he looks at the wall next to him. "Worth a shot." He digs his claws into the building with one hand and then the other. "I think this will work." He climbs the wall, slowly at first but rapidly picks up speed. He reaches the top of the building in a short time. "Ten stories in about a minute, not bad for someone who's never climbed before. Now let's see if I can find my little friends." He looks out over the city but he doesn't see them. "I'll try another building, I just hope no one sees me." He jumps over to the next building and then to the next. He travels about 8 more buildings and decides to look again. Luckily for him a lot of the buildings in this area are the same height so there wasn't any more climbing. He scans over this new area and he spots his target. His angers grows upon seeing the car and he rushes to the edge of the building and leaps off. He lands in the middle of an intersection smashing through a cab in the process. He tears himself free and in his rage to get revenge he doesn't even notice that the people are running and screaming in terror. His mind is set on one thing and one thing only. He runs to the convenience store parking lot where the car is parked. Only the driver is with the car the others are inside getting snacks to satisfy their "munchies". The driver looks up and sees Stan rushing him and he only had time to let out a muffled scream before Stan's large clawed hand is around his throat. " Not so tough now are you punk? So where are your two bitches? Are they inside? Maybe you should join them." He throws the poor guy through the door as everyone inside scatters. The guys still alive but thats only because Stan didn't want to kill him....yet. He lumbers through the small store looking for the other two guys that were responsible for his condition. He sees them cowering in the corner like a couple of scared rabbits. His red eyes almost glowing with anger and hatred as he stares at them and growls. The pool of yellow liquid under the two guys was getting bigger every second. He grabs them and lifting them by their throats ,one in each hand, he says to them, his voice even deeper and more inhuman then before, "Look what you did to me, now you're gonna die." With that he squeezes the one in his left hand until he crushes his throat seperating his body and head and the lifeless head falls to the floor. He throws the body down and looks at the other one now. " You're the one with the pipe, where is it now? I bet you wish you had it don't you?" The terrified guy looks at him and through the tears he manages a whimper. "Y-y-you're the cop? Oh God I'm sorry, we were just having some fun we didn't mean anything." Stan walks the guy outside and puts him down. "You're sorry? Then I'll let you go." The guy starts to run away and the Stan yells to him. " I changed my mind, he rips up a 500lb chunk of the sidewalk and hurls it at the unsuspecting guy,striking him in the small of his back shattering it instantly. Stan turns to go back to get the driver when he hears the sirens. "Someone must have called the police on me. If they only knew that I am the police. I have to get out of here I don't want to fight them." He looks at the last guy in the store, who's just starting to pull himself up. "To think, you tried to kill a cop and now you're being saved by them." The guy mutters through the blood pouring out of his mouth, "Who are you and why us?" "You're on borrowed time boy so you better spend it wisely." With that he breaks a hole in the street revealing the sewer below. He slips down the hole just as the police get to the massacre site. "Now what? Do I find a doctor? Right, what doctor would even come near me now? I may as well get used to this, at least I seemed to have kept my intelligence but that's it. Where am I going to stay and what am I going to do? I'll find someplace to rest first and think this out." He wanders aimlessly through the tunnels pondering his next move. Hours pass and he still hasn't figured out what he wants to do but he knows that its better to go out at night when he may not get spotted. Looking out a manhole cover he sees that the sun has gone down. He carefully lifts the cover and looks around, there aren't too many people out here but he's not going to fit through this manhole so he's got to find another way out without attracting attention. From his position he can see an abandoned building, he goes back down and goes towards the structure. "If I go straight up, I should come up inside the building" He starts digging upward until he reaches the dry rotted old wooden floor. He easily pushes a section up and climbs out. Not much of a place but it will do for now. Hearing car horns he walks to the window and looks to the street. He sees a guy in a car talking to a prostitute and holding up traffic at the same time. His anger takes over him as he burst through the window to the street. The broken glass and debris give the guy a slight warning that something is about to happen but nothing could prepare him for what he's about to go through. Stan sinks his claws into the hood of the old Monte Carlo and glares at the driver. The fear in his eyes is obvious, he can't even speak because somehow he knows that he's not going to live to see the sunrise. "Did you know that its illegal to stop traffic? Especially to pick up a hooker, but looking at this car with its leopard skin seat covers I'd say that you were her pimp. Keyword is were." He lifts the car up flips it over and continually beats it on the ground smashing in the roof and the windows. Upon finishing he places the car back on its tires and glares at the few people who didn't run away in a panic. "Show's over, nothing to see here. Move along." He turns and walks down the street no longer caring if he's spotted. Going further down the street he sees a car double parked. "Not in my town!" He slams the car on to the car next to it, blowing out the tires, caving in the roof and busting the windows. The cars alarms go off but he couldn't care less he just walks down the street looking for more offenders. By morning he has destroyed 23 cars and killed 14 people. Not really law breakers but they all did little things. Some ran red lights, others stop signs. Stan never thought that maybe his appearance caused them to run them, he just felt that they had to be punished for their crimes. He retreats back to the abandoned building and down into the sewer before rush hour he's had a busy night, he needs to rest.

At the Daily Bugle its a typical day, reporters running about trying to meet deadlines and a certain loud mouthed publisher is unusually loud. "PARKER! WHERE'S PARKER?!"J. Jonah Jameson shouts at the top of his lungs. Peter Parker ,the man in question, hasn't arrived yet. He's running a little late because he's taking pictures of all the devastation that occured the night before. Betty Brant peeks into Jameson's office, not knowing whether she'll get her head chewed off or not. "Mr. Jameson, Peter called and said that he'd be a little late he said he's taking pictures of some damage caused by a monster last night." She waits for him to yell at her but he doesn't, he just sits down behind his desk and actually looks relieved. "Thank you, Miss Brant. When he gets here send him right in." Betty is surprised but relieved that he didn't holler at her. A few minutes later Peter strolls into the office. "Peter, Mr. Jameson wants to see you right away." She goes back to answering the numerous calls about the damages in the city. Peter knocks on Jameson's door. "Come in Parker, I hope you've got something for me." Peter enters hoping that he's not going to get yelled at again.

"I'm sorry I'm late, I was taking pictures of the strange accidents that happended last night." "What's so strange about them?" Jameson inquires. " Well for starters, cars were stacked on top of each other, thrown into buildings and some looked like they were beaten on the ground repeatedly." Thinking for a second. "I can swear that I saw claw marks on some of them, like someone or something did all the damage."

"Did you get any pictures of this thing that supposedly did all of this?"

"Well, no but I'll-" "Parker, I want pictures of this thing and don't come back here until you get them. I'm not going to get scooped by any other papers, you better hope I don't anyway." Peter looks at him for a second and Jameson blows his top. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR? GET OUT OF HERE AND GET THOSE PICTURES!!" Peter leaves the office and runs into Betty on his way out. "Hey Peter, be careful ok. We've been getting calls about a metal monster that was seen last night. It supposedly killed a lot of people for no reason." She seemed genuinely worried about his safety. Its nice to know that someone cares. "Judging by the stuff I saw this morning it looks to me that someone had a seroius case of road rage. Someone very powerful too by the way the cars were manhandled. You say the witnesses saw a metal monster? Well that rules out the Hulk, the Thing, or Thor. Maybe a robot or something. I'll see what I can find." "Be careful," she says in a very worried voice. Peter gives her a smile and leaves the office he knows that this is going to be very dangerous so he'll had to change his clothes before he goes out monster hunting. He ducks into the broom closet and slips into his Spider-Man duds and climbs out of the window. A flick of the wrist and a webline later he's leaving the Bugle in search of this elusive creature. "Where to start? The damages start at the convenience store so I'll go there first." Swinging through the city above the traffic is the fastest way to travel in NY short of flying so Spidey gets to the store in mere minutes. Upon arriving he sees the place shut down and surrounded by police and yellow tape. He lands on the side of a nearby building. "Somehow I don't think they'll let me look around but maybe they don't have to know." He spies the opening in the street with the sewer below. He swings down undetected and slips into the hole before anyone notices. "Ah the sewage express, transportation choice of villains and monsters everywhere. Why do I always get the filthy villains? Why can't I get some of those corporate villains that travel above ground for a change?" He takes out his flashlight and shines it down the tunnel. "This tunnel seems to go on forever, I hope I find some clues down here. I'll head towards the east since most of the damage was done there, maybe I find something there." He heads east not knowing what he'll find or what will find him for that matter.