Disclaimer: Don't own spider-man or sony or marvel or none of their characters. You all know the drill, this is just a fan fic and nothing more J Notes about specific details will be located down at the bottom of my fic so I do not spoil anything down below. And I apologize for the lack of updating my chapter. Being stumped for a specific chapter comes easy and I have most of the very last chapter already written *can you believe that?? * so here is chapter 12 and don't worry the end of the fic is coming near.

Thank you so much for the wonderful reviews, you are all so great and I really mean it.

-DominoDS

            "Ahhhhhh!" The second man in the lab coat screamed as he flew across the room into the wall at full force. The wall cracked at the hard impact as his body seemed to crumble to the floor.  The other man looked over to his colleague who was unconscious on the ground, more than likely most of his bones had just shattered. Then he looked over at the intruder who had sent his friend flailing into the wall.  Spider-man.

Fear instantly took a hold of him as he felt his feet moving backwards. Glass was strewn all over the ground and the other workers had fled the room.  He must have been too stupid or frozen with shock to have been able to join the.  Spider-man approached him slowly, his hands ready to grasp the doctor's throat at any time and strangle the breath out of him.  The doctor backed into the wall with a gulp, the photograph of Mary Jane Watson fluttering to the tiled floor.  Spider-man extended his right wrist as a strand of white webbing shot out at light speed and snatched up the photograph, sending it to his hand.  Time seemed to stop for that instant, the doctor watched as Spider-man seemed to glare at him through his mask, he could feel the anger radiate from Spider-man's body.  The sudden movement from Spider-man sent the man cowering against the wall.  Spider-man shot forward with one arm outreached for the man's coat collar, shoving him tightly against the wall he pushed the photograph of the girl into his face.  The doctor struggled for air as his lungs felt like they'd explode.  More pain cascaded down his body as Spider-man drew him away from the wall only to shove him into it harder.

            "Where is she?!" He demanded in a yell.  If looks could kill, the doctor was sure that he'd be a melted pile of garbage.

"Wh-what?" The doctor stuttered. He knew exactly what Spider-man had asked; his mind was just a little slow to comprehend since he was scared senseless. This man could kill him with just a mere punch more than likely and if he was this pissed what was stopping him?

            "What did you do with her?!"  He yelled again.  His voice had begun to sound hoarse.  Perhaps this man had close relations with this girl, otherwise he probably wouldn't have sounded so broken up about it.

"Sh-she w-was taken by Mysterio." The doctor sputtered out.  Perspiration streamed down his forehead dripping on the ends of his glasses.  He was telling the truth, why would he lie to someone who could crush his throat.  Spider-man tightened his grip on the doctor.

            "Ok, I'm going to ask this only once then.  Where are they?"  He said calming down only slightly.  He could obviously see that he wouldn't get much sound information from the doctor if he made him pass out in fear.

"I-I'm not sure.  I overheard them say that he's going to the bridge.  Maybe he brought the girl with him."  The doctor began to tremble again, color drained from his face as he looked down at the ground in embarrassment.  He wet himself.  Spider-man sighed, he was used to getting this type of reaction out of people, yet a smile appeared on his face as he thought to himself "I scared someone enough to wet their pants," However of course it he felt bad for the guy, even if he did do these things it didn't give Spider-man the right to go left and right scaring the daylights out of people.  He lifted the doctor up off the ground, as he did so his spider-sense began to shriek in alarm.  Now what?  He spun around with the doctor grasped in one hand.  One of the other scientists had come back for them and now had a gun aimed at Spider-man.  He fired off a couple rounds at Spider-man screaming.  Spider-man leapt at the wall, his feet attaching and sprang up at the ceiling with a screaming doctor in hand.

"Oh dear god someone help me!!" The doctor shrieked.  Spider-man groaned in annoyance, he felt so tempted to drop the man right on his face to shut him up.

"Why don't you just stay still and let me shoot you!" The other man yelled trying to get a shaky fix on Spider-man as he dodged each and every bullet perfectly, even with one arm occupied with the doctor.

            "Uhh…maybe because I don't want to get shot." He said sarcastically. He let go of the doctor with his occupied hand and webbed him up at the ceiling.  "I'll deal with you later, docky." He said.  He shot another webbing from the ceiling and swung down at the attacker delivering a drop kick at the man's gut.  He tumbled back several feet and fell to the ground not making any more movement.  Spider-man grunted kicking the gun aside and tilting his head to the side.  "Oh come on.  I was hoping I'd get a better fight than that." He said ostentatiously.  His sense buzzed again as a handful of security officers began to run for the room.  "Me and my big mouth!" He complained out loud as he slammed the door shut.  Grabbing one of the prepping tables he wedged it against the door as tight as he could.

"Open up!" He heard from the other side.

            "Uhh, nobody's home!" He called before he leapt up through the skylight.  'That should keep them busy for awhile' he thought. 'Now to track down Mysterio at the bridge. Hmm… am I having some kind of bad déjà vu with this or do these big name villains always love meeting at the bridge?' He asked himself bitterly.  He was already having a hard time sleeping because of the nightmares he would have about his "meeting" with the Green Goblin for the last time.  Things wouldn't happen like they did last time would they?

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            "We're thinking about re-doing the Miranda Wilson movie, that we had been filming awhile back, and finishing it up."

"The Miranda Wilson movie…oh the one that the special effects guy almost blew up?  How are ya gonna do that?  Miranda Wilson is dead."

            "She's not dead…just…temporarily missing.  Not that it matters we'll find someone who looks like her to play her character and re-shoot everything." Marc Shino swallowed nervously as he waited for the company's approval.  This movie was a big deal to him and his crew.  Everything would have gone smoothly if only the special effects guy…what was his name, oh yeah Beck something.  If only he didn't go psycho and try to blow everything up including the lead actress, then they could have made it big with this movie.

"When do you plan on starting the auditions for Miranda Wilson's character?"

            "Perhaps nine months from now. We have to re-write the script and change a few things here and there and not make the same mistakes we made last time. So what do you say sir?"  Marc Shino leaned forward in his seat smiling, pleading that he would say yes.

Mr. Snithe (not snyth) sat back in his large leather chair thinking.  He ran a meaty hand through his graying mustache and thought hard about the pros and cons for each decision. Cons: 1) Donating more money 2) the length of period of ever hoping to see it again. 3) Movie could be a complete waste and turn out to be a bomb  4) another psycho thinks this would be a great opportunity to cause more chaos.  Pros: 1) Keep the rest of the Hollywood tailgaters off my ass,  2) Movie could turn out to be a big success  3) Could make a lot of money off of it 4) MONEY  5) Have the major movie stars beginning to have their movie made by my company  6) Free Publicity  7) MONEY!!

            Hmph, so far the pros outweighed the cons.

"Alright, I'll do it. But if I don't see any progress within a certain amount of time I will personally yank my funding from your movie and see you fade from existence."  Snithe hissed.  Shiro slowly nodded with a nervous smile.  Business was a hard thing to do.  Snithe's intercom buzzed drawing their attention away from the deal.

"Yes?"  Snithe spoke into the com.

            "M-Mr. Snithe there's someone here to see you, sir."  The secretary said shakily.

"Tell them to come back later, I'm busy right now." He said in a grisly tone.  Anyone that had half a sense of what Snithe was really like would listen, but there are some that could care less about it. "You got that, Ms. Grunder?" Snithe said lowering his face to the intercom again.  He waited for a response quietly yet there was only silence on the other side.  His dark bushy brows lowered slightly with nervous aware. He heard a thick cracking of the door, as it broke free of its hinge sending chunks of plaster with it as it fell to the ground.  A figure stood in the doorway with an orchid colored cape sweeping about his body.  He looked like someone that had escaped a comic book convention. The men at the table erupted into fits of laughter at the sight.  Why would anyone in their right mind wear a bowl on their head…and what looked like to be a green spacesuit? 

Well this idiot probably wasn't in their right mind.  Snithe stroked his beard as he leaned back in his leather chair unfazed by the fool who had just entered his office.

"Just who the hell do you think you are by entering my office?" He asked.  Shino shook his head in disbelief as the man who stood before them removed the dome above his head.

"Speaking of the devil…" Shino muttered slightly as he looked back into the face of Quentin Beck, the man who had once been respected for his special effects.

            "I'm glad that you still remember me, you should." He said as he removed something from behind his cape. "I am not the devil, but soon you will meet with him." 

He tossed a silver canister onto the ground and replaced his helmet on his head.  Reddish fumes began to spray from the canister in all directions causing Snithe to cover his face.

            "It's some kind of gas! Nobody breathe it in!" He tried yelling through the fits of coughs coming from his whole team.  However it was no use, there was no way to keep them from inhaling the gas and soon everyone was passed out on the floor.

            Mysterio crossed his arms over his chest as he look over the room of sprawled bodies lying over the ground.  He hadn't seen such stupidity in such awhile and he felt disgusted that he had ever worked for such corrupted businessmen such as these.  Intelligence lacked in the world today and for that Mysterio felt like he was above everyone else.  "I pity you…I pity that you all only know the lowest depths of stupidity…and for that I will take you out of your suffering."

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            Here he was standing just amongst one of the many cables the held up the rather Queensboro bridge that held so many memories for him already.  It was sad that for being at such a young age that he only had bad memories of this bridge, but he didn't have any choice he had to be here so he could figure out a way to save the people of New York.  There was no way that he was going to assist Mysterio in any way anymore, there were just too many lives at stake to be playing around.  Still no sign of Mysterio, he then began to wonder if he would even show up or if this was just another ploy he could play with his back turned.  Better yet, Spider-man began to think of how Mysterio was able to create the disturbing illness that he had set loose on random victims.  There would have to have been some way financially, and there were no reports of any bank robberies and he had an old friend that worked at the bank secretly check to see if any big transfers or withdrawals had been made. There wasn't one single shred of evidence about it. 

            Then he saw him.  Waiting just a ways across the very top of the bridge for him with an unconscious Mary Jane lying in his arms.  His dark cape billowed in the wind making him look like some significant comic book character.  Peter swallowed nervously as he wondered what his next move would be.  If he got too close to Mysterio to get to Mary Jane, he could toss her body off the bridge and Spider-man would be too far away to reach her in time.  Many different choices played out in his head in panic as he reached out.

            "What do you have planned, Mysterio?" He asked as he watched cautiously.

Mysterio didn't respond, he just continued to stand there holding Mary Jane.  Peter arched his brow from under his mask.  Something just seemed fishy about this but he couldn't put his finger on it. "Hey! Hello! Mr. Man with the prune cape, I'm here like you asked…"

Still Mysterio didn't respond to Spider-man.  He seemed to just stand there waiting for Spider-man to make a move.  Spider-man leaned forward only slightly listening to his heart pound hard in his chest.  Still nothing.  He grabbed onto one of the cables with one of his hands to hold himself steady as he tilted his wrist only slightly to shoot a web just around a cable located near Mysterio.  Spider-man sailed through the air towards them, as time itself seemed to slow. As he came near, Mysterio stepped back from his spot and opened his arms causing MJ to slip from his hold and fall freely down below.

            "MJ! Nooooo!" Spider-man screamed at the top of his lungs as he let go of his web to fall along with her.  It was like history was repeating itself and this was another chance he could lose the woman he loved.  He outstretched his arms prepping his body like how a bungee jumper would prepare for their adrenaline sail. His body loomed closer and closer to her as his eyes watched both the surface of the water that was approaching fast and Mary Jane.  As he became close enough to her, he shot a line off towards the bridge, attaching, and swung over to Mary Jane.  But he went right through her.  He jerked his head back in shock almost half expecting to see her body splash violently into the water but no such thing happened.  Instead in his time of surprise he lost his own hold on his web and fell into the water. Spider-man sunk below the icy depths of the water too confused to struggle against its pull. As his air begun to thin he pumped his legs hard to push back up to the surface.  His costume clung tightly to his skin, and over his mouth making it hard for him to breathe.  He gasped for air as he reached quickly for his mask and lifted it up over his mouth.  He coughed up any water that had entered into his lungs and pounded a fist unsuccessfully into the water.

"You son of a bitch!! Where the hell are you?!" He screamed into the air noticing that Mysterio was nowhere in sight at the moment.  It was a trick; all of it was a trick to keep him busy, that bastard. 'I'm going to kill him. I swear I'm going to kill him.' He laughed furiously to himself, feeling that his sanity was on a very thin edge.  A strange flying global device sailed just in front of his face.  He frowned guessing that it must be one of Mysterio's 'toys'. He went to knock it away from his face and the device floated away from him sending out a sort of charge at him.  Spider-man cried out in pain as it shocked his body rendering him unable to move.  Laugher rang out from the device catching his attention. He knew exactly who it was, of course there was but one person who would have tricks hidden everywhere. Mysterio.

       "So you fell for that last trick, hm?  It was quite amusing to see on my end.  To think you almost risked your life for a fake image."  He laughed.

"You lied! You said that you'd meet me here tonight!" Spider-man growled through clenched teeth.

            "Since when did you believe the word of a convicted felon?  You really make me pity you now. You were willing to risk everything even when I had just one hostage. But now that I have the whole city under my foot you are really…. screwed." He laughed.

"But I will yield and give you a chance to save these people.  You see I am not beyond human emotions or feelings. I do care somewhat about what happens to these people.  We're just leaving it up to you Spider-man." He said ending the last sentence with a hint of fake emotion.

Spider-man began to feel again, his limbs slowly moving in the water. 

 "Where are you?!" Spider-man demanded in anger.  He was so sick of playing games with Mysterio.

            "Hmm, judging by the tone of your voice you wish to kill me for everything I've done right? Well, well, well. Such is the road traveled by a super-hero.  You are forbidden to kill me.  You have to turn me in to the proper authorities. Anyways, I bet you are wondering where I am holding my hostages."

Spider-man clenched his teeth, wishing he could tear into Mysterio ripping him apart.  Maybe if he got to him first he could beat him into a bloody pulp then turn him into the authorities.  God knows he deserved it.

            "I'm at the old opera house just south of here by twenty minutes.  Can you get here in time before all your citizens expire? Especially the very lovely red haired one.  Oh yes, she is my favorite.  Hair the color of a red, red rose. Skin as flawless as porcelain, lips are crimson as blood and eyes the color of the ocean.  Ah yes, what warm blooded male couldn't possibly desire her…" He trailed off cackling.  "I'll be waiting for you Spider-man, and this is just the beginning of the maze."

He couldn't possibly take anymore; just the thought of Mysterio laying a hand on Mary Jane caused his blood to boil violently.  All he could see was red and hear the sound of his heart beating faster and faster.  His eyes darkened beneath his mask and rage erupted from his mouth as his fists shot out at the device.  The little toy exploded at the impact of his fist, pieces flying everywhere.  Mysterio would be dead.  Yes, when Spider-man found him, he was going to kill him for everything he had done to the people of New York, especially Mary Jane.  Without anymore time slipping by he was back in the air and moving faster than he ever had before to the old opera house. 

He reached the old opera house quicker than he thought and stopped in front of the barred door.  Ripping off the boards he was inside quickly and stopped in place realizing that there was no way that his spider-sense would be able to help him.

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*Notes about the Miranda Wilson information:  yes I know this is from the cartoon, some things I sort of did borrow but because it did include Mary Jane I thought it would be interesting to re-invent it and use it differently, it might lead into something eventually. And I apologize about the chapter, I had the hardest time writing this, I would stop and take a long time until I'd start again.  My computer also kept on freezing up from time to time and stopped my progress on my story making me start all over. Bloody bugger hell. (pardon)