Prologue: Trouble Elsewhere
"Failure is not an option. Finish the mission at all costs."
"Yes, my liege."
Without a moment to lose, the person stood back up from his bent knees before a man in traditional oriental clothes, wearing an all-black skin-tight suit; equipped with black light polymer armor pads on his torso, back, and joints; and his face covered by a black cowl-and-scarf combo. Accepting the mission his master gave him, he quickly departs through a hidden entrance that leads him into a one-man chute, transporting him to his destination.
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"Hurrrrrngh. Another boring lonely night out swinging in the Big Apple…"
Sluggishly swinging on tired arms around the bustling streets of the famous city of New York, is none other than the Spectacular Spider-Man. The events that have transpired were heavy like baggage in the back of his head, ever leaving him distracted and lost in his thoughts, especially the feeling of how heartless and insensitive he was for breaking up with Liz to chase for a forbidden fruit. And plus, with people thinking that he was responsible for murdering Norman Osborn, his heroing gig just got a little more interesting, in a bad way of course.
"If there is only one way I could make things right, I would take it," Spider-Man grumbled out loud. "Huh?"
Suddenly, from afar, he stops swinging and latches onto a wall as he spots a silhouette dashing into the nightly rooftops with great acrobatic agility hopping over ledges, breaking his falls, and tapping along the walls with intrepid feet.
"OH WOW! I gotta check that out!" Spider-Man exclaimed.
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Able to stay out of sight in the bright streets by blending in with the darkness, the man clad in light armor and black quietly stands near a window that is directly facing the back of the captain of the New York Police Department, Captain George Stacy. He takes a pair of rods and pops out two razorsharp scythe heads with serrated teeth on the front of their noses. But just before he could put his plan into action, he jolted and threw one of his scythe in the air towards the sneaking Spider-Man. However, the slick spider-themed hero easily dodges the scythe until it retracts back into the strange assassin's hand.
"Whooa there pal, not nice! Also, you know that there is a front entrance if you wanna tell New York's Finest to solve your problems," Spider-Man quipped and shook his head while crouching onto a wall
From that, the assailant's cover was blown as Captain George noticed his presence and left his office. And just before he could give chase, a line made of webbing holds him back and slings him off the building, making him backflip to the ground in an open-ended alley and break his fall with unnecessary style.
"Ooookay, you are waaaay different from the ordinary thugs I beat up on a daily basis," Spider-Man thought out loud, confronting the assailant. "So let's make this quick: got something on my favorite captain who's not Captain America?"
"You're dealing with Death, Spider-Man," the man spoke in a sophisticated voice, using his active voice disguiser, brandishing his double scythes by dropping them to the ground, connected to his hands through a retractable durable wire.
"Ah ah ah, knives are illegal in this peaceful city of mine, so now YOU gotta deal with ME!" Spider-Man quipped, firing his web bullets at the assailant.
However, the assailant could match Spidey's agility as he dodges several of the bullets and then parries one of them back to the Webslinger, who barely dodged it with a back handspring.
"Hooo baby! You're good uh, Death Dealer! But not good enough!" Spider-Man grunted, lunging at the "Death Dealer" assailant he named.
Spider-Man then resorted to fists—a big bad move that turned out. His opponent overpowers him first by nimbly dodging a barrage of his jabs, hooks, and kicks as a way that provokes Spider-Man and gradually nearly drives him mad from every miss he makes, all the while leaving himself exposed to attacks and fatigue.
"What the— did you have a third sense or something!? Like my Spider Sense!?" Spider-Man cried before being parried with a chop to his forearm followed by a kick in the gut. "Goof!"
"Stay out of my way. You are not who I am here for," Death Dealer replied, planting his foot hard onto Spidey's chest and looking down on him.
"Then look alive, pal."
Suddenly, with guns locked and loaded towards the mysterious assassin, the target Captain George Stacy, confronts him while lending Spidey some backup, next to Officers Carter and DeWolffe.
"Okayyy, put your weapons down, and step away from the masked citizen. Slowly," George sternly warned with his gun pointing at his assailant.
"Hey! I can handle myself! AND! It's you he's after!" Spider-Man exclaimed in an anxious tone, quickly grabbing Death Dealer by the shin before getting socked in the face by the chained pummel of his scythe.
"Open fire!"
And then, bullets fly at the Death Dealer, who immediately threw a smoke bomb that temporarily conceals his presence and stuns the Webslinger with the smoke. After it had cleared, he seemed to have vanished into thin air and retreated elsewhere, confusing the officers and the hero.
"How—what!?" Officer Carter exclaimed out of shock.
"Whoaaa, a real-life ninja, this day just keeps getting better and better…!" Spider-man geeked out having faced an actual ninja, a warrior from a bygone age.
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"Mission Failed. It is unforgivable, master," Death Dealer reported, looking out atop a ledge.
'Hmmm, I don't believe so just yet,' the man spoke over his communication device on the other end. 'We may try an alternative approach and safer process to reach the target.'
"What?" Death Dealer asked in disbelief.
'Yes. And you are just the right person for the job. Or should I say, child?' The man snickered.
"What do you mean?" Death Dealer asked for clarification. "I do not understand."
—To be continued
A/N: Okay, before you guys get mad at me for writing this when I should be finishing the season of my first SSM fanfic, please hear me out.
As of now, I am trying to do my thing on another platform, and also trying out to write my own stuff, not just fanfic.
And this fic here is just to keep my boredom away and motivate me to keep writing.
Anyways, hope you guys enjoy reading this one. God bless and stay safe.
