A/N: Joe owns Liana Anderson-let me say. He also came up with most of the plot for this, I am however writing it but the major plot was his idea, he wants me to do the ending in how I want it though…hehe…Anyways I do not own Spider-man or any character affiliated with it as well. He and the series and the movie belong to their respected companies. I hope you enjoy this second chapter it was a bit of a brain wracker of how I was going to do it. So don't hate me. ^_^
Dark Temptress
By: DominoDS
Chapter 2
"You're fired! Now get the hell out of here, Anderson!" Liana stumbled out the door of the store broke. She flipped off her ex manager as he flashed an angry scowl at her. It wasn't her fault that she dropped three cases of sparkling cider in the aisles as she was trying to stock them. She just had the worst luck with timing and movement. That was the third job she had lost within four months. She pulled her brown hair from her tight ponytail and turned her back to the store and began the long walk back to the subway. Aahh, living in the main city, such a hellhole it was.
Riding on her way back to her apartment she opened up her newspaper flipping over towards the Want Ads. Spider-man was on the cover as usual, not that she hated the fellow, and she was just a little sick of him. Guy shows up, saves people and his masked face is plastered over the cover of every newspaper and magazine all over the world. No she didn't have anything against him, not in particular, she just knew that he had personal ties to the one and only Mary Jane Watson. Liana still had a smoldering hate for the red head, it still hurt that she got everything she wanted. Including Peter, yet she didn't care.
The subway stopped at its destination and Liana stepped off, pulling her scarf around her bare neck. If she could have it her way both of them would have gotten what was coming to them. Peter, for playing with her emotions, and Mary Jane for using people and then casting them away like trash. She stuffed her frozen hands into her pockets as she climbed up the steps quickly. She was the only one getting off at that place because no one else stepped off. She lived in a pretty bad neighborhood but it was all she could afford at the moment. Panic seized her as she realized that if she didn't get another job quick then she'd be thrown out into the street or forced to move back home with her dad. It wasn't something she wanted as a reality. Walking to the stoop of her apartment building, she placed the key against the lock trying to pry it open. It was an old lock, old apartment as well, the key sometimes stuck. She heard a shrill whistle behind herself, the little hairs on the back of her neck standing on end, as she felt that she was no longer alone. Her heart began to beat harder in her chest as she struggled with the lock quicker, slamming her hip into the hard oak door. Rough hands grabbed her around the waist and yanked her from the stoop dragging her down the steps. Liana squirmed, thrashing her body violently trying to get out of the grasp as best as she could. Her scream was stuck inside of her, nothing was sounding except for her grunts as she tried to escape.
"Now, now little lady. If you are really quiet then my partner and I won't harm you. You got it?" A dark man whispered coarsely as he spun her around, still having a tight hold on her. Liana nodded numbly. The other man beside him began to grope Liana for money or some sort of object that they could barter for. "Keys. Get her keys from her." The dark man said as if answering a silent question from his partner. The other man nodded and reached into her pockets. Move! The word just came into her mind causing her to act. Liana twisted her body slightly, swinging one of her boots at the man who was trying to mob her. The heel of her boot impacted against the man's knee causing him to fall to his hands. Not able to think, Liana drove her knee into the dark man's groin causing him to let go in shock. Spinning around in a stumble Liana shot forward into the dark, sobs bursting from her lungs. She had to get out of there somehow but no direction was coming to mind. A foot shot out from nowhere and caught Liana off guard sending her backwards into the hold of the dark man again. This time she didn't bother holding back the scream. It seemed to erupt from her lungs almost immediately, a shrill sound, piercing the thugs' ears. He yanked on her hair hard jerking her head back into his chest.
"Shut her the fuck up!" His friend yelled angrily as he stumbled over.
She felt a blade close in just lightly over her throat. She closed her eyes preparing for the slicing pain but yet nothing happened. The blade dropped and the hands let go of her almost immediately causing her to fall to the ground with a grunt. She opened her eyes just quick enough to spot a black shadow whisking the two attackers off in immediately silence. She blinked with gasping sobs, she felt around for her keys knowing that they had fallen out of her pocket and her hand stopped. It was stuck, on something sticky. She pulled back her hand bringing it up to her face a little; some sort of webbing clung to her fingers. Was it whom she thought it was??
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The shadow halted by the old church dropping the two pathetic thugs to the ground with a loud crunch. They hit the concrete painfully with fearful cries. From the wall, Spider-man smiled beneath his black mask. They were pretty tough when they were picking on a girl younger than them but when it came to a grown man against them they were like babies. He chuckled as he slowly climbed down the wall, resembling the insignia on his chest as he then crept across the concrete, enjoying the look of terror on their faces.
"What's wrong, fellas? Did the spider rip out your tongue? Oh, oh, that's right. Not yet." He nodded in a cruel smile.
"Oh man, please don't kill us! We weren't going to really hurt her, I swear. We just needed the money." The one in black said trying to scoot away. Spider-man aimed his wrist in light speed and webbed him to the ground. He then looked to the second one, ready to hear an excuse from him. The man, however, was frozen in fear.
"Now, what type of men are you? Afraid of one, little spider?" He said mockingly as he crept closer, his fluid-like movement causing a shiver to run down their spines.
"That is not human. You are not human!" The dark man shouted as Spider-man's hand firmly gripped his neck. He yanked the two of them to their feet and held them in the air. He began to tighten his grip on both of them, shutting the air out from their lungs.
"Now how do you think it'll feel to die a slow and very painful death, hm? How do you think it'll feel to relate to your past victims, to feel the fear and pain they had experienced because of you?! It'll be your turn now!" He growled. '…Kill them. Break their necks…suffocate them. They don't deserve to live!' The voice hissed inside his mind. 'Yes, they don't deserve to live. They don't deserve to live on this earth and to breat-' Peter stopped himself once he realized what he was thinking, what he was doing. It wasn't right…anything he had been doing lately wasn't right. He dropped the two men and backed away slowly. The two men struggled for air, looking up at Spider-man afraid he'd leap on them and tear them limb from limb.
"Get out of here!" Spider-man yelled, trying to get them away from him before he lost control again. They scrambled to their feet and shot out of the area before Spider-man could change his mind.
'What are you doing? We could have made sure they'd never do this to another being again…' The voice hissed once again, plaguing his thoughts.
"No! I can't kill them! It's not right!" Spider-man yelled, placing his gloved hands against his head in agony.
'It is too right. We have the power to judge who lives and who dies. It is up to us, and us only.'
"No! You do not have that right!"
'But we do…and you cannot stop us!'
Spider-man began to yank at the black symbiote that covered his body. He couldn't take it; he wanted it out of his brain, off his body, away from him. H-how…how was it possible to remove the symbiote? He shot webbing off to the cathedral, drawing himself towards the bell. What was it last time that drove the symbiote crazy? High pitched noises? He landed just under the bell and gripped onto the rope, yanking as best as he could while the symbiote struggled over control with him. The bell began to ring, the sound driving an aching through his skull as the symbiote began to screech in agony. The symbiote began to lose control, the black organism oozing off his body slowly; it crept away in pain as Spider-man kept on ringing the bell. Finding the nearest crack, the symbiote seeped through, seeking sanctuary from its attacker.
Falling onto his knees, clothed by his old red and blue costume, spider-man sighed. For the first time in a long time he felt free and released from a haunting nightmare.
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Inside the Cathedral Liana was on her knees in front of the cross. Her hands were clasped tightly, her eyes closed shutting off the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. She couldn't bear it any more…life. She had almost been killed that night and if it hadn't been for Spider-man she would have. She would have gladly accepted death; she wanted it, desired for its release. Did God truly despise her so much as to not grant her wish of death? She opened her eyes for a moment, her hands fished around in her pocket for the knife she grabbed off the street from the attackers.
"Please forgive me for giving up on life, God. I just can't take it anymore though, I'm not meant to be here. I was meant to be with Peter…but I can't find him, he's gone…and…he doesn't love me. Tch, he probably doesn't even remember me, does he?" A tear escaped, falling down her face. She used a smudged gray sleeve to wipe it away. "I've never seriously succeeded at anything, or achieved at anything in my life…just…please don't let me go to hell for this." She rolled up her sleeve preparing to place the blade against her wrist. However, she was never able to finish what she was doing as a liquid form dripped onto her head halting her in her movement. "Aagh- the fuck?!" She shrieked as her hands shot up to her head trying to wipe off whatever it was that fell on her. She shook her head sideways and then lengthwise struggling.
'Stop…stop. We mean you no harm.' A voice hissed softly into her mind. Liana's eyes widened as she looked around herself.
"Who said that?" She demanded feeling fear take place in her form once again. The voice seemed to laugh in a high-pitched raspy sound.
'Child…go find an object to see your reflection in.' It calmly spoke.
"What?" Liana asked confused.
'Just do it.' It commanded.
Liana rose to her feet, slowly she searched the Cathedral for a mirror and found one. A shattered antique that once held pride, but it was enough to see what she needed to see. A black, blobish-oozing substance began to creep down her head, over her body. She shuddered, her muscles tightening in her body, as she wanted to resist it.
'Just accept it, don't fight us…wait.' Something in the sound convinced her to do as it said.
"W-what are you? What is this…and what do you want?" She whispered weakly.
'All will be explained in time. But the real question you should ask yourself is…do you want power beyond your wildest dreams?'
"I'm afraid I don't follow." She said, feeling very idiotic.
'I've sensed your feelings. Your wish for death. Your pain called to us, you called to us. We are offering you a chance at having anything you've ever wanted…Vengeance…'
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A/N: Hey, I've made it a worthwhile chapter I hope, I need to end it here however and put it on a little bit of a cliff hanger. Let me know what you think, more is to come of course. ^_^