A/N: Ok thank you for all the reviews I got for the last chapter, I was surprised (truly) to see how many I got for it and hehe I even liked some of the half-flames I got. But really I'm not out to hurt MJ. She's such a kickass character that she has a major role in this story, I've been thinking of this idea for almost over a week and a half so stay in tune and see what will happen. However I had a little bit of a hard time with this fic, it's taken awhile because I've been trying to get out what I was thinking so if it comes to a part where it sounds like I don't know what I'm talking about I apologize in advance. Afterall a lot of this comes from my imagination so if I make something up, then…. Yay? J
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"NO!" It came like an inhuman scream from Peter. In just mere seconds he had leaped on stage shoving people out of his way as he ran to Mary Jane. He closed his eyes tightly as he took her in his arms, her body felt like ice. That wasn't normal, especially for someone who had collapsed to the ground. He shook with disbelief, looking at her face with tears in his eyes. Not his Mary Jane, no, not her. It just wasn't possible. He lowered his head placing his forehead against hers trying to hold his trembling to a minimum. He could hear hushed voices talking all around as he clutched Mary Jane close to him. He was dreaming, in a minute he would wake up in his bed covered in sweat knowing that this was a complete nightmare and in having learned that it would be like a lesson to him. But even after his opened his eyes again, her cold body was still in his arms, people scrambling around the stage dialing for an ambulance.
"Hey kid. Put her down, the ambulance will be here soon." Someone said. Yet Peter didn't care, he continued to hold her in his arms, a sense of blind anger entering him. He could no longer see anything but red, his heart pounding faster, hearing his blood pressure build as he began to breathe ever so hard. He stood up with Mary Jane in his arms clutching her close to his chest. His teeth were gritted tightly as he looked around the theater. Everyone was looking at him with horrified expressions on their face, probably not believing the anger that was radiating out of Peter. Harry climbed onto the stage also not believing that Mary Jane was…dead. He tried to come close but Peter only stepped aside of him walking down the steps that had led up to the stage, towards the door outside. He didn't care that people followed closely behind him, all he wanted to do was to get her to a hospital so he could hear the doctor say that it was a mistake, that she would be fine and just needed some rest. He'd be damned if another person he loved in his life would die. He could no longer think, all he knew was that he was going to take her someplace safe and then find out who did this to her and rip him to shreds!
"Peter! Peter, let the paramedics take care of this. They know what they are doing!" Aunt May called from way behind him, he didn't know how far away he was, and he couldn't give a rats ass about it. Soon he found himself on Bakers Street right by the Hospital, he kicked the doors open with a swift movement of his foot walking up to the front desk.
"I need a doctor!" He yelled looking down at Mary Jane's pale face then up at a nurse who only looked at him like he was kid who walked in demanding that he was given his lollypop in exchange for going for a checkup. He slammed a palm down on the counter violently. "Don't you understand English?! Get me a damn doctor! It's an emergency!" He yelled louder. The young nurse nodded with a nervous gulp and rushed out of the waiting room trying to find a doctor that wasn't busy. Quickly the nurse came back with a gurney followed by a doctor taking Mary Jane from him. He followed closely behind them as they took her into one of their rooms, the doctor turned around pressing a hand onto his shoulder stopping him.
"Son, you better let us take it from here. We'll let you know if anything changes." He then turned his back and shut the door in Peter's face. Clenching his fists he turned sharply and ran out of the hospital. He kept running until he reached an alleyway, removing his clothing so he could change to Spider-man. Whoever did this to her would pay, and suffer 10 times worse than she did. Yet he wasn't ready to leave, he shot more strands of web off the side of the building catapulting him back into the air towards the hospital windows. He wanted to find MJ's room and perch himself outside her window to hear what the doctors were talking about. Once night fell he would be back out on the streets searching for the creep that did this. Only one image came to mind that could have done this to her. Clinging to the wall outside his window he listened closely to the doctors inside. They seemed to be very puzzled by what had happened.
"Sir, what do you make of this?" A nurse asked while studying MJ.
"Some of the witnesses said that a light rack crashed onto the stage creating some kind of odd smoke that affected some of the actors. After the police are done confiscating it I want you to bring it down to the lab and examine some of the chemicals. It may be related to this young woman's incidental death…" The doctor said slowly. "I want you to keep the monitors on and connected to her, however. Just in case, I'm not exactly sure if she is… "all" dead."
" 'All' dead? I'm not sure I understand, doctor."
"In time you will. Just keep monitoring her every half hour. We're not going to send someone back to the morgue that we aren't completely sure is really dead or not."
"She's not dead… Mary Jane is stronger than you think, but whoever did this to her will end up in her place, in a much, much, worse condition than she."
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"You son of a bitch! I never gave you permission to do this!" Harry Osborn yelled walking to the lab of OsCorp, knocking over a glass beaker with his rage. "You killed her, you're just like him but you killed her!" Harry yelled finding Quentin working on one of his projects. He looked up slowly in mid-movement glaring at Harry's unbridled anger, which was directed at him. He sat down his blowtorch next to the odd looking jetpack he was working at and stared at Harry squarely in the eye. His blue eyes intense with irritation, thinking that Harry was just a pawn that would need to be removed once his task with killing Spider-man was done and over.
"She isn't dead, Osborn. You think I'm going to start killing people this early in the game? No, she isn't quite dead." He said pulling a safety mask back onto his face as he lifted the blowtorch.
"Then what the hell is going on?!" He demanded sick of letting Mysterio call all the shots. "Tell me what you did to her? Why did you even do it?!!" Harry said getting right into his face. Quentin narrowed his eyes vehemently raising the blowtorch only a few inches from Harry's face.
"We created a formula, yes we, as in you, me, our team of scientists. Mixed with certain chemical ingredients it creates a sort of…how shall I say it? Bacteria, ah yes that's it. Lets just say that the light incident was no accident."
"How was no one else affected by it then?"
"Easy, I'm not ready to go any farther yet. The chemicals designed were mixed in with the girl's blood, say something like a simple cut by a thorn. The bacteria acts like a type of disease shutting down all the systems of the human body quickly, so quickly that the body doesn't go into death immediately. No it takes a certain amount of time for the body and mind to shut down completely. It creates a sort of…visual death, rather hard to explain. Think Romeo and Juliet; the priest gives her something that fakes her death. She is cold to the touch, she doesn't breathe, she has no pulse, but one in reality here, this girl will not return to the world of the living unless she is administered proper treatment. As to the answer of your question of why, the right place at the right time really. It didn't matter if she meant anything to him or not, she just happened to be one of the women that he saved last night. I knew I could see something between the two, but that didn't really matter. She will be one victim of the many." He said not really caring if he made sense or not. He turned back to making the finishing touches on the pack. Harry didn't like his answer at any length and grabbed the blowtorch out of his hand glaring at him.
"You work for me, Beck! I don't care about the significance, you fix this and you fix it now. Not Mary Jane! I'm not going to let you hurt her like this." Harry growled, grabbing the man by the collar of his suit. Something seemed to snap inside of Quentin as Harry tried manhandling him. He'd be damned if he let a kid push him around. Who was he to mess with his plans?
"You will let go of me now." Quentin said in a calm commanding tone.
"Huh?" Came a confused sound from Harry as he did as he said without a thought. Quentin smiled as he worked his tricks. They didn't call him Mysterio for nothing; he had a few tricks up his sleeves, which could include hypnosis.
"You're going to go along with my plan, and you will provide me with everything I ask for. You got it?" He said keeping eye contact with Harry the whole time. Harry just looked back with empty eyes; his mouth gaped open as he nodded in compliance. "Go and retrieve me a photograph of Spider-man as well as a sample of his webbing. Also when you go to class tomorrow morning, stop by the dear Doctor's lab and nab me some more hologram crystals." He said, finishing with Harry, turning his back and going back to the jetpack. "That'll be all, Harry." He said dismissing him.
"Yes, sir." Harry replied in a monotone voice walking away silently.
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He'd gotten there before the police could squander the remains of the lights. Certainly enough there were chemical residue left along the glass, which he rushed to the college lab. It was part of what could affect Mary Jane but there was just another piece of the puzzle missing, it didn't add up alone. Before anyone noticed he dropped the remaining evidence off at the hospital's lab so they for themselves to could get an idea of what they were looking for. He wanted to check in on Mary Jane just to see her but with cops surrounding the entrance and inside of the room he decided to come back at a later time. At this moment he was going to find the perp that did this. Maybe even kill him, well he wished he could do that anyways. At was very dark out by the time Spider-man swung out into the city. He had no idea how he would find him but somehow he would. He wouldn't give up that night until he found some sort of lead on finding the maniac. Yet… something happened that caught him off guard just slightly; his webbing was cut in half sending him flying towards the street in panic, his spider-sense didn't go off and he landed on thick pavement rolling forward. He looked up, everything seeming woozy and the city's streets had disappeared changing into a building's rooftop. Spider-man looked around confused, what the hell was going on?! Slowly he stood up looking around for anything he recognized. It looked like a regular rooftop to him, not too familiar to be able to pick out from anywhere, but normal. Then his spider-sense finally went off like a buzzer causing him to hold his head in utter annoyance. He leapt out of the way just in time as the figure from the other night flew onto the rooftop facing him. Immediately without thinking he walked up to the man seizing him by the night and raising him off the pavement.
"Who the hell are you?!" Spider-man demanded in an unexpected yell. He could feel his face grow red from under the mask. Here came another asshole thinking that he should be granted the power to choose who should live and who should die. This one thought that Mary Jane should die, so if he didn't get any answers he would die by his hands. Spider-man gripped tighter hearing a slightly snap from the man's collarbone. That would be impossible though, the man wouldn't be laughing if his collarbone had just been snapped.
Sure enough in spider-man's grasp, he was laughing, chortling almost in amusement by his new foe's anguish. It was just the beginning for the super-hero's pain and suffering.
Spider-man's anger only grew seeing this sicko grow merry in other people's pain. Because of him he might not see Mary Jane again. He may never hold her in his arms while one day telling her that he really did love her from the beginning and just wanted to protect her. He would never see her become the star that she was always destined to be, or to tell her one day what haunting lie that he had to keep from everyone…
"Spider-man, you really are a weak fool." He said with an amused laugh. Spider-man tried to tighten his grip on him but he evaporated into fog. Becoming another useless hologram, but hearing his voice from somewhere else gave him the idea that the real one wasn't far away. Just across the way another one stood looking out at Spider-man. The real one kept a type of "force-field" on him to protect him from Spider-man's webbing and brutal blows if he ever came near. "You still belong to humanity no matter how hard you try to escape it. You will always be apart of them because you share their emotions. Your problem is that you care. If you didn't care then you would actually survive and you wouldn't suffer through such misery."
"If you don't tell me what you did to her, you're going to be going through much more misery than you'll ever comprehend!" Spider-man yelled arching his shoulders in pure hatred.
"Harming me will only accelerate her death. Yes, she's not dead, not yet anyways. She lies there in her bed like a fairytale dream in sleep. But if she's not reached in time then she will die like nature tends." He said threatening him. Spider-man shot his web out at Mysterio in fury trying to shut the idiot up. His web only bounced off him and fell to the ground uselessly. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, spider-man. So aggressive are we. Fine then, you'll just have to talk to Mysterio when you've calmed down." He said powering his jetpack and disappearing into the air.
"No! Come back! Come back here!" Spider-man screamed as the figure vanished in the dark clouds. Even after Mysterio was gone Spider-man glared up at the sky almost in tears with as another scream of anger erupted from his lungs. After moments of silence he finally hung his head in defeat. He was no closer to saving Mary Jane than from when she was first taken to the hospital. He turned back around knowing that now he wanted to be at her side more than anything. Within just seconds he was back up into the air moving faster than he had in a long time. He was at her window sill before he knee it, looking in on a darkened room only hearing a familiar hum of her monitor beating the suction sound for her life support. Since her room was 3 stories up they didn't think twice about leaving the window open a little. He climbed inside and walked over to the door. Opening it just a crack he checked outside for any guards nearby. There appeared to be none around so he closed the door and returned near her. Gazing down on M.J. he could only feel his heart tear as he watched her lie there helplessly, without even the power to breathe on her own. He sunk to his knees helplessly as he took one of her icy hands into his and rested his face on her bed. From there he gave silent vigil over her, to protect her the best he could and to only slink away once morning had risen again.
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A/N: As a huge Mary Jane fan I could never really kill her off. What kind of fan would I be? No this is apart of my plan scheme into making it a good story or hope to be doing that. Therefore what is going to happen with this story will be a mystery, but I am working hard on this I promise. Thankyou again for your awesome reviews, and I love everyone's Peter/M.J. stories that they've written