I know I said I wanted to finish "Screams of the Spider" before I started this one, but I just couldn't resist! The whole idea was too much to keep to myself so I had to jumpstart it. Don't worry though, I haven't abandoned "Screams." There'll be another chapter soon, but until then, stay with me long enough for this story. Believe me, it'll be weird while reading but stick with me!
Disclaimer: Spiderman and all other affiliated characters are not mine.
It was a bright autumn day. One where the sky was a beautiful spread of crystal blue which stood sharply contrasted by the vibrant oranges, yellows, and reds of the turning trees. The crisp fall air was like a soothing balm to the land after months of blistering summer heat. Puffy white clouds that reminded you of suspended cotton balls hung high overhead of the city of New York, adding a gentle touch to the scene.
But it was also one of those invigorating chilly days of early fall that seemed almost too perfect to last; as if something unspeakable hung in the air. Something that pulled on a person's insides, warning that something was about to shatter their perfect day…
Sitting quietly surrounded by decoratively planted young maple trees in the center of New York's bustling metropolis, the quiet exterior of the Empire State University's science building looked as inconspicuous and innocent as any of the other building that spotted the sprawling campus. Young, aspiring collegiates milled lazily on the grassy lawns, basking in possibly the last days of warm sunshine before the heavy cloud of winter obscured the brilliant sky above in a blanket of asphalt gray.
And it was in that ideal picture of serenity, the world erupted into chaos.
Singeing the chilly air, a violent plume of flames and fire suddenly exploded from the west side of the science building, erupting in a deafening thunder of shattering glass and crumbling masonry. Debris showered down onto the young students unlucky enough to be caught close enough to the erupting side of the building. Screams of terror from on looking students accompanied the roar of fire that consumed the air on all sides of its billowing walls of heat.
As the initial explosion withered away swiftly from its own intensity, it left in its wake a gapping whole in the towering red brick structure that had once made up ESU's internationally known science building. The nearby students and faculty who had been within the general vicinity of the building had scrambled away, either to flee or call for help.
And in that total confusion, hidden between the billowing plumes of smoke that wafted across the campus, a brightly garbed figure slipped into the gutted structure unnoticed through the massive hole that had carved itself deeply into the crippled building.
Highlighted in the dying smolders of the violent explosion, the man's full body costume gleamed in flickering hues of crimson and royal blue. A sadistic laugh carried on the air as the figure disappeared from sight inside.
Leaping over the strewn rubble that littered the charred and blackened hallways of the building, the man looked shrewdly about. He knew exactly where he was, regardless of the mangled and unrecognizable hallway that had at one time been painted a pristine shade of white. He had planned this attack out in advance, plus he was well acquainted with the university's science wing. He had spent countless hours in that building and he knew the layout like the back of his hand.
Sizing his surroundings up in a millisecond, the man realized he was five floors below his intended target. Below a full coverage mask of a vibrant shade that only a blind person could have missed, the man let a smug smirk slide across his lips. This was child's play. It was pitiful that a talent such as his was being put to such a trivial task as breaking into an unguarded college facility, but it was necessary to his plan.
Turning to his left, the man took off in a sprint that would have left most medal winning track runners coughing dust in his tracks. Skidding around a corner into an untouched hallway by the explosion, the man vaulted himself several feet above the ground to a bank of elevators.
Straddling the doors of the first elevator he came to, the masked man stood in a supernatural display of adhesive powers parallel to the tiled floor of the hall; his feet sticking unnaturally to the doorjambs of the car four feet off the ground. Wiggling his gloved fingers between the sealed doors, he merely grunted as he effortlessly pried the stubborn panels apart revealing a black void of emptiness beyond.
Swinging his head up into the dark elevator shaft, the man smiled evilly with narrowed eyes of slyness. The occupying car of that shaft sat motionless several stories above, not creating any obstacle to his objective which lay five floors up.
Without a word, the intruder snaked his body into the vertical tunnel, still adhering supernaturally to the grease streaked walls. With inhuman grace, he skittered like a bug up the expanse of space that separated him from his intended floor.
Coming up to the closed doors of the fifth floor, the man again forcefully pushed the panels of the elevator shaft apart with a strength that totally contradicted his muscular, but lithely compact form. Rattling on broken tracks as they were thrown into their jambs, the doors slammed back in a loud clatter of pulverized internal gears and wheels.
"Oops…Hope they don't expect me to pay for that. They'll just have to add it to my tab," the intruder murmured in arrogant indifference to no one in particular except himself. Cocking his hooded head to look down the new set of hallways, he smirked eagerly. It wouldn't be long now. Nothing could stop him…
Somewhere beyond the thick walls of the building, the costumed man heard the first faint wails of approaching police cars. By the sound, at least two dozen squad cars, by the man's estimates. Snorting at the university's pitiful show of respect to his power by even bothering to call the NYPD to stop him, the man walked with a domineering stride to a set of large swinging doors sitting helplessly at the end of the hall. They'd all be sorry soon…
Striding confidently up to the door the man called out snidely, "Little pig, little pig, open your door or I'll huff and I'll puff and blow your door down!" Not bothering to wait for an answer or even see if the door was unlocked, he effortlessly swung his foot behind him before pummeling it with the force of a jackhammer into the offending barrier.
Unable to withstand the devastating force that equaled that of a battering ram, the crippled door crumbled in its middle before collapsing inward with a loud crash of twisted metal.
"Heeeeere's Johnny!" the man imitated loudly as the swirling clouds of dust settled at his booted feet.
Surveying the area, he saw two middle aged men dressed in white lab coated huddled helplessly in the far corner of the spotlessly clean room. One sported a well groomed goatee and meticulously pressed attire while the other looked like he had just rolled out of bed that morning and came to work, his clothes rumpled and hair looking as if he had stuck his finger in a light socket.
On the other side of the room sat a monstrosity of welded metal that formed a type of upright circle with interlocking rings of shiny metal supported in an elevated platform with a long metal ramp leading down into the center of the room. At the base of the huge machine that stood a good ten feet high, sat a vast consol of various buttons and controls. And it was for this machine the intruder had come…
Gliding over the tiled floor noiselessly, the masked man approached the towering structure of metal.
"Ah, everything I heard about your research is true! It looks like you finally completed final construction," he admired in a dangerously level tone that only hinted at his deadly potential, "I've been following your experiment for quite awhile and when I heard you had completed this beauty's construction, I decided to come here today to give you two gentleman the opportunity to give me a one-on-one demonstration of this device's capabilities. See, I have plans for this thing, but gosh darn it, I can't seem to find the owner's manual! So you two will have to do…" Violence tainted his sweetly calm voice.
The two scientist looked on in terror as the infamously known criminal stood expectantly, waiting for them to respond. The dark haired man with the goatee, Dr. Howard Marsh, was the first to find his voice and answer the intruder. "Please…you can't use this yet. We haven't even started with preliminary testing. If you were to try to use it, the resulting complications could be disastrous!" he tried to reason through a fear tightened throat.
Letting a mirthful laugh escape his lips, the costumed man stared through the blank eyepieces of his mask at the man. "Well, let's just say I hope for your sake, nothing goes wrong…" he warned wickedly.
"No! You can't use it! I won't let you!" cried the other scientist suddenly, rebelliously standing up to the intruder, "Howard, we can't let him use the device or all the world may be in danger. Who knows what he'll use it for! I won't let you use it! And there's nothing you can do to make us tell you, you bastard! The police are coming and they'll stop you before--*ack,*" the scruffy looking man suddenly gasped as a powerful grip slammed shut over his windpipe, closing the air to his lungs.
"Do you know how much I hate people like you? It gets old after awhile hearing all these heroic speeches without them having anything to back them up with," the masked man sighed in complaint, looking down in apathy at the scientist's bluing face.
Gripping his weakening hands around the attacker's iron strong grasp, the scientist clawed uselessly for air.
"Well, you may be right in that you may not tell me what I need to know about this machine, but I'm sure I can find some way of convincing your friend to reconsider my offer," the super powered criminal smirked evilly as he drug the chocking man like a rag doll to a nearby window that overlooked the campus five stories below.
Giving a last, half second look into the unmade man's fear widened eyes that were now bloodshot from oxygen deprivation, the malicious intruder suddenly wound back and hurtled his victim's body violently through the window. Glass flew everywhere as the human projectile crashed through it, snowing the lab's floor in broken shards. Fired like a missile straight into the ground far below, the sickening splat of human flesh and organs connecting with concrete pavement at high speeds echoed back up to the room.
Leaning out the shattered remains of the window, he tisked dejectedly, "Aww, he's still moving…at least for now. I tried to be humane and make it quick and painless. Things like this can get so messy…"
Dr. Marsh looked on in silent horror at the atrocity he had just witnesses. Marsh knew the masked man that threatened him well enough from local media coverage. And he also knew well of the long list of crimes inflicted upon the city by that costumed man. And that list included everything from murder to federal indictments. But it had always been on the news and a distant incident that had had no direct effects on his daily life, so Marsh had never really realized just what a monster the wanted felon before him really was until now.
As the spandex garbed man turned to again look at Marsh from across the room, the frightened scientist felt he had truly seen the devil's face, his mask the color of freshly spilt blood.
"Now as I was saying…I'll find a way to get what I want, one way or the other. It can be easy or hard…your choice," he smirked evilly under his mask, content with the sick fulfillment of his most recent crime.
"Please…Spiderman, no," Marsh whispered in paralyzed terror as the killer neared, "It hasn't been tested…"
"I don't care!" Spiderman snarled dangerously as he, in the mere span of a heartbeat, grabbed the lapels of Marsh's lab coat and violently retched the man several feet off the ground with his superhuman strength as if the man weighed nothing at all, "You'll get this thing working or you'll be joining your friend outside in less then a minute. You have to the count of three."
"No.. I won't do it…"
"One…"
"No, please…I have a family; a wife and kids!"
"Two…"
"Ok Ok…just please don't hurt me!" Marsh sobbed pitifully as he finally gave in and Spiderman slowly lowered him to the ground. Sickness seized the poor man's stomach in vile revulsion for giving in to the super powered vigilantly, but he was too scared and cowardly to be killed as gruesomely as his partner had.
"Good. Now get over there and get it working," Spiderman ordered venomously in a snarl of dominance.
"It'll need several minutes to warm up," the scientist chocked out quietly, half seized by fear that the minor delay of system warm up would cost him his life. Luckily, the masked man merely waved a hand dismissively in indifferent for the minor delay. It wasn't like anyone could stop him now.
Marsh stumbled in a daze to the large consol beside the massive machine that Spiderman had made the central target of his violent siege of the university campus. Pressing numerous button into the computer port of the consol, he entered in a long and complicated series of encrypted passwords that only he and his late friend had known to gain access to the activation procedures of the device.
Gaining access to the start up program, the scientist pecked away at the keyboard while Spiderman hovered uncomfortably silent to his side, studying over the man's shoulder what he was doing. Outside, the howls of police sirens cried nearer as the squeals of brakes screeching to a sudden halt sounded.
"Are you finished yet?" Spiderman growled in impatience as Marsh continued to feverishly pound code after code into the computer.
Above the two men the machine began to hum to life, its generator pounding against its casing as it exerted massive amounts of energy to activate the thing. The interlocking rings of the circular portal starting to rotate slowly, every other ring spinning in the opposite direction of its neighbors. Inside the center of the circle cascaded down like a curtain what looked like a pool of swirling blue and green liquid. But both men knew that it wasn't liquid that created the upright pond, but rather contorted space that connected and transversed multiple dimensional planes.
"Yes," the frightened scientist said finally, cowering as he moved quickly away from the super villain, "But it'll be several minutes before the device is operable. The systems still need to warm up and the coordinates of your destination still need to be imputed."
"And how do I impute my destination?" Spiderman asked plainly.
"Right here," the scientist pointed as he scurried out of the other man's way. Punching in a series of numerical coordinates and pressing enter, Spiderman smiled secretly in anticipation for the result of his plan that was slowly beginning to come into his grasp.
"Is that it?" the arachnid then asked.
"Yes."
"Good…" Spiderman said in an emotionless tone, "Then your purpose here is done, Doc."
"Then I can go?" Marsh asked timidly in disbelief. Was the wall crawler going to really let him go?
"Go?" Spiderman laughed as if the scientist had made a joke, cocking his head to the side in amusement, "I never said anything about you leaving here alive…"
Marsh's eyes widened to the size of saucers at the villain's words. Speech was lost to him as Spiderman again picked him nonchalantly up off the ground by his lab coat's collar. "See ya, Doc," Spiderman said as his parting words before hurling the man carelessly through the same smashed window the scientist's partner had meet his own bloody end.
Striding quickly to the shattered remains of the room's large window to see his bloody handiwork painted on the cold pavement far below, Spiderman was startled as a blur of green whirled past his vision, soaring high into the sky carrying a familiar bundle of limbs with it.
Following the retreating form skyward, the web swinger growled under his breath. So they were here…
But before Spiderman could think of the ramifications of his revelation a sudden tingle at the base of his skull alerted him to a nearby presence.
"You've gone too far this time, Insect… We don't know what you plan to use that machine for, but we're not going to let you," came a slightly angry voice from the threshold of the smashed down door of the lab.
Turning in deliberant slowness to address the new arrival, Spiderman arrogantly stated, "You know, after awhile your threats just don't carry as much force. Especially after you fail miserably to stop me time after time, Cuddles."
"You're going to be eating those words after we're done with you," the newcomer snarled in agitation for Spiderman's infuriatingly calm facade.
"Come and get me then…" challenged the masked man, cockily.
Leaping at the red and blue clad villain in a writhing mass of outstretched, snaky black psudopods, Venom's slobbering red tongue lashed the air like a whip.
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As Marsh spiraled out into the thin void of empty air five stories above the campus's concrete walkways, the man saw his life flash before his eyes. Tumbling in endless somersaults in a lethal death fall, a scream of fear managed to finally rip from his mouth as the ground rushed up to meet him.
But as Marsh closed his eyes tightly together in terror, he suddenly felt a hard impact stun his right side. Believing himself to have just died in a massive splatter of squashed human remains, the scientist reveled in the fact he had felt no real pain except for the wind knocking blow of impact. But something wasn't right. He could still feel wind whipping around his body as though he was still flying through space.
Snapping his eyes open in shock, he saw the campus's green lawn speeding far below his dangling feet. Uncomprehending of what had happened he finally noticed a set of firm hands supporting his body easily from beneath his armpits. Looking over his shoulder for an explanation to this phenomenon, Marsh cried out in happiness at who he saw.
Carrying him through the air as easily as a bag of sugar, the wrinkled face of his savior smiled down at the browbeaten scientist, his bald egg shaped head gleaming in the bright sunlight. "Going down," the Vulture said with a grandfatherly snaggle toothed grin.
Swooping gracefully down to the grassy lawns of the campus near an amassed group of police, the Vulture alighted from the air with a final beat of his metal bladed wings, gently placing Marsh onto solid ground. Too shaken to stand, the poor scientist collapsed to his knees weakly in the soft grass.
"Thank you…" he managed to chock out gratefully as a small group of uniformed officers rushed up to him.
"What is Spiderman after?" the Vulture asked urgently to the man as he stooped beside the scientist.
"The dimensional transverser," Marsh shuddered noticeably as the words left his mouth in a flood of pent up emotions, "He…he made me activate it….I didn't want to, but… I don't know what it'll do exactly. It hasn't been tested yet…He made me do it…He killed my partner…"
Finally breaking down hysterically in post trauma, the scientist hunkered into a shivering mass of raking sobs. The gathered police officers glanced at the winged old man with non concealed hatred for the wall crawler responsible for the shocked victim. Adrian Toomes shared the officers' feeling exactly, except he had the power to possible stop him.
"This doesn't sound good…" the Vulture murmured angrily as he stood and glared at the gutted campus building in the near distance. Whatever the wall crawler was up to couldn't bode well for mankind in general. Kicking off the ground, the old man pumped the air with his razor bladed green wings before speeding off to the still smoldering hush of a building.
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Spiderman jumped gracefully away from the slashing mass of writhing black tendrils as his opponent snarled a toothy grin of razor sharp needles. "Fight us, wall crawler!" Venom cried angrily around his slobbering tongue that hung from the side of his mouth, infuriated that his prey had escaped him.
Back flipping across the tiled floor to gain distance, Spiderman leapt in the air, swiveling his body agilely to face his symbiote clad opponent midair. Defying gravity in his attack, the masked man's hands whipped back at Venom as a shower of sticky white substance sprayed out from his wrist, covering the black and white colored man's face under a thick layer of webbing.
Landing easily on his feet without a sound ten feet away from his blinded rival, Spiderman took a second to steal a glance from the corner of his eye to the humming machine on the far side of the room. The glowing pool of swirling blue material had begun to condense into a smoother surface like that of unpolished glass. Not much longer… But he had to delay his approaching enemies if he wished to succeed.
Screaming out in rage, Venom viciously clawed the sticky strands from his webbed eyes, his head snapped back and gruesome teeth bared towards the ceiling.
Whipping his head from side to side to find the brightly long johned man, Venom was suddenly pummeled from behind as a pair of a boots connected harshly with the base of his neck and shoulders. Crashing in a massive heap of corded muscles and undulating symbiote tendrils, Venom's muffled curses resonated up from around his smothered face.
"Tag. You're it, Ugly," came a teasing, malicious voice as the weight on Venom's shoulders nimbly leapt away from his symbiote's momentarily stunned psudopods.
Struggling to push himself to his feet from the vicious surprise attack, Venom stumbled several feet forward before finally finding his center of balance and turned to again face Spidey (even if a little bit worse for wear), much to the amusement of a certain wall crawling super villain.
"I only wish I had a video camera right now, Sunshine. I could make a bundle off you from America's Funniest Home Videos," Spiderman quipped mockingly.
But Spiderman's revelry was cut short as a group of new presences entered the room. Glancing towards the door, the web swinger saw the familiar faces (or masks for that matter) of the goldfish bowl looking headpiece of Mysterio complete with billowing purple cape and lime green jumpsuit; the flickering outline of a fired up Electro, shooting small lightening bolts from around his body that could have lit up ten city blocks by their voltage alone; and last but certainly not least, the unmistakable slithering adamantium tentacles of Doctor Octopus as his dark sunglasses and cereal bowl haircut came into focus.
And just to add good measure to the mix, the thin form of the aging Vulture landed gracefully at that moment on a perch that had once been the frame of smashed window of the lab. Every member of the assembled group sneered disdainfully at the masked man, hating him for every vile thing he personified and stood for.
"Hail, hail the gang's all here," Spiderman sang haughtily, puffing his chest out with travesty at the gathering group, "So did the big bad Saintly Six decide to have a reunion without inviting me?--Oops, I'm sorry, did I just say six? I meant five if I'm counting right. I keep forgetting how your numbers keep dwindling after I keep killing you one by one every time you try to stop me. By the way, my deepest condolences for the Chameleon… Most people would have learned something by now, but you geniuses don't exactly qualify for the Guinness Book of Word Record's world's smartest bunch of guy in tights…I guess I can call you the Fearless Five or something equally laughable until somebody else goes down for the count. Then I can call you guys the Fatuous Four!"
Spiderman laughed arrogantly at his own joke to a great outcry of boiling anger from the five gathered men.
"Keep laughing, Bug," Mysterio shouted bitterly through his helmet's mike, "All this senseless killing and terror ends today. We're going to avenge the Chameleon's death along with every other innocent life you've taken with your bloodied hands."
"Oh, you should write speeches for the president, Misty! Seriously!" Spidey chuckled tauntingly at the master of illusion's heroic speech.
Despite his unconcerned wisecracks, Spiderman was only half concentrating on the group before him that could possibly ruin his whole plan. Stealing a glance from behind his gleaming eyepieces, Spiderman saw that the portal that lay only fifteen feet from his present position had finally achieved a silvery blue, metallic appearance, it's surface perfectly smooth and glassy.
It was time…
"Well, peeps, I'd love to stick around and chat, but I have a one way ticket and my plane's about to leave," Spiderman called out before suddenly back flipping in a stunning display of gymnastics towards the metallic portal.
Before any of the startled men could register what was happening or make a move to stop him, Spiderman's scarlet feet connected with the portal and disappeared into the swirling glass surface followed closely by the rest of his body. Spiderman's form was quickly swallowed by the wall of resistant swirling silver energy. Small waves rippling across the surface of the portal as the wall crawler's body completely disappeared from view.
"Where did he go?" the Vulture cried in alarm as the ripples died away to nothing, leaving only a smooth silvery surface. But before anyone could speak a word, the rotating circle of rings began to suddenly lose their intensity and gradually grind to a stop.
The silvery portal that had a moment before been a stable wall of materialized space, suddenly warped in budging masses, bubbling outward from the once smooth surface. Collapsing and rolling in and around themselves, the swollen space bulges coiled wildly, now unrestrained by the dead machine.
"What's going on?" Electro called out worriedly, gaping at the volatile silver bubbles that looked as if they were seconds away from bursting like miniature volcanoes. Not allowing time for anyone to speculate, the warping portal finally succumbed to its contortions. Folding in on itself, the swirling silver material that had filled the space between the circle collapsed through the ring backwards, creating a swirling tunnel of rushing air in its wake.
A rush of whistling air roared through the room deafeningly. Like a hungry black hole, the portal's tempest winds greedily grabbed for everything not nailed down in the university lab in a tornado of power. Pencils, papers, chairs, and even a whole desk lifted from the ground and swirled away into the gaping hole of transversed space.
"It's sucking everything in!" Mysterio shouted as loudly as he could over the whipping wind as each man grasped for anything stable to grab onto. Unable to find leverage fast enough though, Electro suddenly found himself swept off his feet and hurtling through the air in a wild spiral towards the silvery worm hole. Crying out over the winds, the super charged man looked on in horror at the spiraling black hole. Small sparks of pure energy flared off his body in reaction to the sudden fear he felt coursing through his entire body like ice water.
But before Electro could say any final prayers, a set of snapping pincers suddenly snagged his spinning body midair. Looking back, the voltage wielding man saw Dr. Octopus's adamantium tentacle snaking out to him to tether around his forearm in a powerful grip. Anchoring himself into the tiled floor with his other three metal arms, Octavius slowly reeled Electro back to safety as the man's body snapped helplessly at the end of his lifeline in the turbulent current of roaring wind.
As Electro was pulled closer to his hunkered down allies, the winds the had supported and held his body aloft so easily in the air suddenly dissipated, dropping the startled man to the floor with a heavy thud. A still silence hung in the room as the silvery energy that had been concentrated inside the ring finally gave out and disappeared into nothing.
"Ugh, what happened?" Electro mumbled shakingly as he hoisted himself onto wobbly feet. Looking about, he saw that the once spotless and neat lab now lay strewn in the utter chaos of up-heaved lab equipment and papers. Even chunks of plaster were sporadically missing from the room's interior, attesting to the worm hole's raw strength.
"The space continuum just reverted back to its normal state of existence," Dr. Octopus stated as he unwound his metal tentacle from Electro's arm, "It was a little more violent then I would have anticipated but the phenomenon was astounding in how the materialized space fell back into place on the dimensional plane, wasn't it?"
"Where is that wall crawler?" Venom demanded single minded, ignoring the doctor's fascination with the utterly strange spectacle he had just been confronted with. All he cared about was finding Spiderman and nothing else. He had a score to settle with the bug. Snarling as his symbiote tendrils snaked and curled in the air around him in frustration, Brock whipped his head about for any sign of Spiderman.
"He's no longer here," Octavius murmured in response to Venom's question, glaring behind his sunglasses towards the towering machine of interlocking rings.
"Then we have to catch up to him before he gets too far away. We can't let him get away…not after this. He killed over eight people today in less then ten minutes in that explosion and then that poor man…" the Vulture trailed as he alighted from the smashed remains of the window where he had hung for dear life when the portal had suddenly converted into an endless of void of empty space. The old man still felt a twinge of guilt for not being able to prevent the death of Spiderman's victim who had fell five stories to a gruesome end just minutes before he had arrived.
"No. You don't understand…Spiderman is no longer here," Dr. Octopus exclaimed, gesturing around him urgently with his natural arms. For his efforts, the good doctor received only blank looks from his fellow allies.
Sighing in loneliness for being the only one who kept up on recent scientific developments, Octavious explained, "ESU has been receiving large amounts of grant money from private organizations to research in the development of trans-dimensional travel. Only a few days ago, the two scientists in charge of developing the system announced they had completed final construction of a device theoretically capable of such a thing…"
"That's what the man I saved said--something about a dimensional transverser," the aging Toomes interjected helpfully.
"And this thing that stand before us does exactly what it name implies, gentlemen. It can literally transverse dimensional planes to connect separate universes, in essence, and grant the traveler passage between parallel realities," the stocky man with slithering metal tentacles said in a heavy voice.
"You have got to be kidding," Venom voiced, accompanied with similar outcries from the others.
"No, I'm not kidding. I never 'kid.' Spiderman has just used this device to transport himself into a parallel universe," Dr. Octopus related to the dawning comprehension of his remaining teammates, "Who knows what he's planning to do. The people of that dimension have no idea of what they're about to face."
"What do we do? We can't just let Spiderman get away. He could kill countless innocent people there with no one powerful enough to stop him," Mysterio stated helplessly, his cape fluttering agitatedly from behind his muscular shoulders.
"We're going to have to go in after him…and soon," Octavious concluded sternly with authority, "There are too many lives on the line for us to do nothing."
Nodding in a collective, unspoken agreement the men looked hesitatingly at the decrepit machine that stood silently in a hulking mass of metal at the far side of the room. Thinking of something, Electro asked falteringly, "What about the other dimension's Spiderman? What if he's just as bad as the one that just went there?"
There was a stinging silence as the five men looked at each other uncertainly. Finding his voice first, Mysterio stated slowly with dread dripping off every syllable, "Let's just hope not. Because if that dimension's Spiderman is anything like ours…then the whole world may be in danger…"
To Be Continued…
OK, just to clear things up before you drop a review (which you were already going to do anyway…right? Hint hint…) is to understand that this is not really an alternate universe fic. The save-the-day Spiderman we all know and love is making his appearance next chapter. This was to let you get the feeling for his alternate half's personality (basically the complete opposite of our Spidey.) And FYI for one of my reviewers for "Screams," MJ is going to be making a cameo in this fic as are the regular baddies of the Sinister Six…
So tell me how you like this concept for a story and I'll get another chapter up soon. Signing out
-LAXgirl