A/N: Hi it's me again sorry for the lack up quick updates again but here is the next chapter. I hope you enjoy and thank you once again for the wonderful reviews. You all rule. I really, really want to see Spider-man again. I've only gotten to see it twice and at the moment I would only be able to go in town to the theater. We have one movie a week playing and right now..they are having that "Disney Cartoon movie" playing for 2 weeks! Cries Horrible ppl! Ok anyways as always I do not own any of the characters belonging to marvel, and I do not own anything from Spider-man the Movie either.
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The trail the poser left behind wasn't too difficult to follow. There were webbing strands all over the walls and shattered glass trailing the sidewalks. He examined the webbing that was remaining, it was almost identical but it wasn't even nearly as strong as the authentic. This was created or replicated probably by someone who had talent in chemistry or at least knew what he or she was doing. He now swung out into the lower streets seeing himself or Spider-man running on the cement with a sack clenched tightly in his fist. The real Spider-man kept on web slinging, it was the fastest use of transportation possible and he could see people pointing at both of the Spider-men yelling "What?! Two of 'em? That's impossible!"
"One of them must be a phony!"
"But which one?!"
The remarks came more and more as he passed by them; he no longer listened to them as he only focused on catching the fleeing poser that was only a few feet ahead of him now. The other spider-man glanced over his shoulder at him; dropping his bag he jerked around and shot his own webbing at him. It caught the real spider-man off guard causing him to be jerked from his webbing and colliding into the cement with a loud thud. The phony grabbed his sack, saluted Spider-man and took off running again. Spider-man groaned, as he broke free of the less-than-steel webbing. He could feel the pain in his knees where he had pounded into the cement. It was odd that he was once again caught off guard. Perhaps he should just focus on catching the bad guy rather than anything else. 'The guards said he was heading to the Museum…hopefully I can get there before he hurts any civilians.." he thought to himself. He launched himself onto the wall beside him and shot a thick strand of gossamer webbing pulling himself into the air.
"Mommy is that the good Spider-man?" A little boy asked as he was pulling away. His mother began to move her son along quickly.
"Don't point Billy. Get a real job you freak!" The woman yelled at Spider-man. Spider-man looked down with a flinch. He shouldn't let the public's crude remarks get to him.
"Already got one lady, and I intend to keep it." He said cheerfully before disappearing around the corner.
Spider-man landed on the roof of the museum and crawled across the tiles to the skylight to look in on the scene. Civilians were on the ground, most were crouched down as if being held hostage, a couple seemed injured with a few people tending to them. Guards were hung up on the wall in Spider-man's trademark cocoon of web while the fake Spider-man was breaking into the glass cases stealing whatever was in sight. It felt like a trap to him, nothing was ever that easy and posers do not begin to crack open every glass case that is near them. Spider-man glanced about him in caution, his spider-sense was not going crazy, and everything seemed normal, quiet. Maybe it was too quiet? He wondered how he would get inside while the front door was being heavily watched and all the windows were more than likely locked. He positioned himself over the skylight slightly observing the inside for a place to get in. He didn't notice that he casted a light shadow over the ground catching the poser's immediate attention. Spider-man's spider-sense blared for only a moment before he found himself falling through the glass of the skylight and landing on the ground. He picked up a large stone bigger than the size of his fist. It was an opal, from one of the glass cases more than likely. He walked over to a shattered case putting the opal inside, turning around to look for the phony that threw it at him. He wasn't anywhere in sight so Spider-man decided to take advantage of the situation. Running over to the doors he shredded the webbing that held them tightly in place.
"Everyone if you please direct your attention over to the door," he spoke as if being a tour guide for the museum. "You'll see that you are now free to run, in orderly fashion, out of the museum and let Spider-man handle the bad guy." The people had already begun to get to their feet and run out the door by the time he told them to run. He leapt up onto the wall to keep from being trampled. The guards had already been let down he observed as he climbed back down to the tiled floor.
His spider-sense began to blare in the back of his mind as the other Spider-man leapt off the balcony above him, straight for his head. Spider-man spun around looking up as the imposter dove at him mindlessly, he grabbed at his legs before impact and tossed him over his shoulder. The fake Spider-man collided into the marbled water-fountain behind them. Spider-man balled his fists running over to him. He was sick and tired of people trying to drag his name down into the dirt, all he wanted to do was to make the city safe and keep it that way. He grabbed the imposter wall-crawler and dragged him out of the fountain and onto the tile. The imposter leapt to his feet in a single motion and caught Spider-man with a hit to the chest; he then popped a foot up into his face hitting him in the chin. Spider-man grunted as his head jerked back violently, he arched his back and dodged the next blow that came towards him. He twisted his body and lunged at the other man tackling him to the ground. He delivered a few punches into the imposter and blinked surprised in what he felt. When his fist impacted with the body of the other spider-man it didn't feel human, he felt like he was hitting metal or granite. With a frown he removed the mask of the imposter below him, revealing some sort of robot. "That's impossible…the one I was chasing down the street was human." He said out loud to himself. The museum filled with a deep rumbling of laughter, Mysterio's laughter.
"How perceptive Spider-man, you never cease to surprise me."
Spider-man stood up clenching his fists in anger. He was sick of all these games Mysterio played. The robot began to get back up to attack Spider-man again; he looked down at the robot in the corner of his eye and snapped his foot at its head, crushing it by impact. "Get out from behind that curtain, Wizard!" he said using a quote from "Wizard of Oz"
As if on cue, Mysterio appeared on the balcony overlooking the museum and looked down on Spider-man.
"There is no fooling you is there? You are right; the one you were chasing from the jeweler's was human. But who could it possibly have been?" He said in a teasing tone as if trying to get Spider-man to think on it.
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Already having gotten his escape the fake Spider-man lifted up his mask from the backseat of the car that was already on its way back to the office. Harry Osborn looked at his reflection from the mirror, the mask still on his head, not fully removed. His heart was beating fast from the excitement of what he had just done: broken into a jeweler's stealing everything he could grab there, running from Spider-man while also shooting his companies own version of his webbing and catching him off guard, then running to the museum and seeing everyone cower in fear of him. No one would be sure of Spider-man now, he would finally be seen for the fraud he was. He pulled off his right glove looking at the electronic web-shooter they designed, marveling at its complex design. In his other hand he held a diamond the size of a baseball that he did take from the museum. It wasn't that he was running out of financial resources, this diamond would provide other resources to the Osborn company aiding in their research and technology development that would have normally taken years to achieve.
He leaned back in his seat with a sigh of relaxation. He had outsmarted Spider-man, which he believed wasn't too hard to do, and gotten away clean with his prize. The Bentley's window rolled down, his chauffeur looking in the review mirror at Harry.
"Any specific destination, Mr. Osborn?"
Harry thought to himself where he would want to be right now after this event, there was only one person he wanted to see right now.
"Take me to the hospital, I want to see Mary Jane." He said in a quiet tone.
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Felicia Hardy looked down at the woman lying in the bed that she had considered to be a rival of hers. She looked so weak and helpless and Felicia couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt inside. She never really hated Mary Jane, deep down…she was jealous of certain things that Mary Jane had. In the beginning when they met at the commercial Felicia could have been nice and hospitable since it was Mary Jane's first commercial try out but she couldn't bring herself to do even that. She smiled weakly to herself as she pictured them back at the commercial years ago, changing her attitude and being friendly to Mary Jane. She pictured her and Mary Jane growing up being good friends and happy. That's what Mary Jane had that Felicia was jealous of…real friends. Sure Felicia grew up rich, going to the best schools, shopping at the best places but she never had a real friend to be able to talk to. She only had people that pretended to be her friend or one's that would act like they were listening when they'd really be marveling at Felicia's wonderful things waiting the moment that Felicia would give them some, users. Seeing how Mary Jane was around other people she knew that if things had been different her and MJ could have been really good friends. She brushed a forelock of red hair away from Mary Jane's forehead looking at her with sadness.
"I'm sorry this happened, Watson. You don't seem like the type of person that would deserve this type of treatment. You're always going out of your way for other people and then some sicko goes and hurts you. I am sorry for how I've always treated you too, you were nice to me and I was always rude to you in return. I just couldn't understand how you could be so nice to everyone, you rarely got mad at other people and I didn't like that. It made me feel like you were better than everyone else and knew it and I couldn't stand that. But it isn't my place to judge you and I know that. So I'm really sorry. When you…if… you get out of this predicament…I want to start over. I want us to be friends and to try to understand each other. I'm not always the bitch I come off to be. I'm not a rich snob girl; I'd like to think myself as an ordinary person deep down inside that I'm just waiting for someone to get to know. I'm lonely and in need of a real friend. Well I need to get going Mary Jane." Felicia got up from her chair not knowing what else she would say to her. Mary Jane couldn't speak back to her or give any facial expression to let her know what she was feeling. Mary Jane couldn't even hear what she was saying. Felicia really meant what she had said about wanting to start over and become friends with Mary Jane but if MJ did ever come out of…the coma like state she wondered if she could get herself to do that. Mary Jane probably wouldn't forgive her, not that she didn't really blame her but it would make her infuriated.
She grabbed her purse off the end of the bed and smoothed back her honey-blonde hair. She gave a half-smile at Mary Jane.
"Perk up, Watson. You still have a lot of time left to live the glorious life you want." She then headed to the door and shrieked as she collided into someone. She was knocked onto the ground while the oaf that knocked her down remained standing. "Manners! Manners! You could at least help me back up!" She said angrily, she looked up and saw Harry Osborn bending down and grabbing her arm to lift her back up. He looked disappointed to have run into her that day. "Sheesh Osborn. Like you couldn't look any more pissed off from seeing me today." Felicia said sarcastically. Harry adjusted his glasses slightly looking at her with no expression.
"Sorry Felicia, I was just having a good day until I ran into you." He said brushing past her. Felicia frowned not having a comeback to say to him. Gritting her teeth she flipped her hair behind her shoulder and made her way out mentally grumbling Harry's rudeness to herself.
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"Where did he go?!" Spider-man snapped looking around himself and back up at Mysterio, referring to the Spider-man imposter. Mysterio just laughed, bracing his hands on the balcony's railing and looking down on him with a smirk hidden under the dome.
"Why should it matter? You should be worrying about yourself and not about something as less complicated as a poser trying to drag your name down in the mud. If you remain calm maybe I'll give you the answers to your question about the young girl that was infected at the theater." He laughed. Spider-man growled at him in response. Referring Mary Jane as "young girl" with no care at all. The psycho really didn't care at all what happened to anyone.
"It would also help the other citizens that were infected earlier this afternoon as well." He said resting a gloved finger against the side of his dome. He could sense the rage building up inside Spider-man. "That's it, insect. Let your rage build. That's what I want." He thought to himself.
"You're bluffing!" Spider-man said in disbelief. He hadn't heard a word of anyone else being infected by Mysterio's little drug. It had to be a trick.
"Oh am I? I've improved it; the effects shouldn't appear until later tonight. Boom! Then the bodies will hit the floor!" He laughed insanely. "The hospital will have a real enigma on their hands, and there's nothing they can do about it. Anyone who came into contact with the Spider-man in here is all infected. Ooh, and you let them out? Bad spider, very bad." He said in a mocking tone as he looked to the door. Spider-man was frozen in place, his mind just taking in slowly all of what Mysterio said. Somehow he knew he wasn't lying and now because of Spider-man the hostages that had been there were now out loose in the city soon to be in the same condition as Mary Jane was.
"Tell me what I need to do then." He said reluctantly looking up at Mysterio. This had to be the worst idea he could have come up with yet. Do as the bad guy said? Crazy, Spider-man was absolutely crazy, but he knew that he had no choice.
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