Scarlet Spider #3 - Fiery Reunions part 2
In a dark warehouse on the eastside of New York, Judas Traveller stood patiently, eagerly awaiting his next report from the devious spy known as Mr. Nacht. "We did a good job, didn't we, Judas in fooling Norman Osborn long enough for you to get that Parker clone," boasted Medea, to her employee who was not at all interested in what she was saying. "Medea, please leave," requested Judas Traveller, as he placed one of Mr. Nacht's reports on a nearby wooden crate. "But." argued Medea. "Leave!" with that Medea stood up from the crate she had been leaning on and walked away, with her ripped up tights clinging to her legs, knowing it would not be worth testing Traveller's patience. The door to the warehouse was then opened, allowing a thin stream of light to enter the otherwise dimly lit warehouse. "Yes!" said the now impatient Traveller. Mr. Nacht pulled down his hat covering more of his face, "Reilly, has rediscovered Desiree Winthrop, who thanks to us, knows his identity, due to her psychic powers. It looks as if Reilly is looking to reunite with his old friends at the Daily Grind, the coffee shop he used to work in." "I am perfectly aware of where he use to work." Traveller snapped. "Hmmm, we shall let Reilly rediscover his past, it will give us more to take away from him, when it comes to my final test," replied the calculating Judas Traveller, to the pleasing reports.
Halfway across New York, high above the average skyscraper, swung Ben Reilly in the guise of the Scarlet Spider. He pressed his two middle fingers tightly into the palm of his red hand and squirted a strand of webbing, which reached a ledge on the high-rise of a building. The Scarlet Spider raced to the sight he had seen the murderer named Fire Fist the night before, as the sun began setting. Why did I have to leave Desiree? How did she get those powers, and mysteriously just blurt out my secret identity? Too many questions, and now Fire Fist returns, my webbing must have dissolved before the cops could get to him, Ben Reilly let go of his current web strand and did several mid-air gymnastics before he shot another strand of webbing.
The young Devon Washington sprayed disinfectant on a table and began wiping it as he was use to after a couple of years if helping his mother, "Mom, why do you think Desiree just ran out like that yesterday without paying for anything?" His Mom, Shirley Washington turned a chair upside down and placed it on a table she had just cleaned, "I don't know, she looked like she had seen some kind of ghost!" Shirley suggested, not knowing just how close she really was to the truth.
Meanwhile in a dark laboratory, on the other side of New York, on a small harbor stood the lean figure of the woman previously known as Dr. Octopus, but due to the resurrection of Otto Octavius, has since been forced to go by her birth name, Carolyn Trainer. She grasped a small beaker with a florescent green liquid and then began to swish it from side to side. Her head, complete with short purple hair, turned to focus on a television monitor at the back of the room, she picked up her small remote control and turned it on, only to see a fuzzy picture. As Carolyn Trainer continued improving the clarity of the picture a small sofa could be seen. As the picture continued to improve it could be seen that it was her deceased father, Seward Trainer's old house, which was now being occupied by Ben Reilly.
There he is! Thought Ben Reilly, as he saw a large man pace up and down a small side street, It's Fire Fist! Ben Reilly swung down and stuck to a wall of a building by the alleyway. He paused for a second to see if his spider-sense would react, but it did not, so he shot a thin strand of webbing, which widened and covered Fire Fist - wrapping him from head to toe in the sticky chemical strand. Ben Reilly jumped off the side of the building and down onto the street, and began walking towards Fire Fist's body. However inside the netting of the webbing Fire Fist began struggling, and within a few seconds in an amazing show of strength Fire Fist snapped all the webbing. Fire Fist immediately threw a punch at the arachnid, who was bewildered but still managed to move out of his way, thanks to his spider-sense. Before either of them could throw another punch a woman staggered out of an alleyway. It was obvious just by glancing at her that she was homeless - mostly due to her clothes. There was also something about her that made Ben remember someone he once knew, but before he could think any further he was disrupted by Fire Fist. "What have we got here?" said the psychotic Fire Fist as his eyes locked onto hers; his hand then began glowing. The homeless woman then instinctively ran back into the darkness of the alleyway, plagued by the evil look on the murderer's face, as Fire Fist began to slowly walk after her. But before he reached the beginning of the alleyway, out came another slim, feminine figure. Fire Fist began to smile thinking he had forced another homeless person to surrender, but to his surprise this person was not homeless or 'just another tramp'. As the figure appeared out of the darkness and into the chilling glow of the street lamp, only her hair could be made out, her short, purple hair. Revealing herself to be Carolyn Trainer she swung her right fist, and as it made contact, on his chin, it knocked him out cold. "Gotcha!" she said in her psychotically, chilling voice as the murderer fell to the hard, wet ground, knocking his head with a thud as he made contact. She walked a few steps over to the unconscious Scarlet Spider, who lay a few feet away from a puddle, her light brown trench coat flapped behind her. She lowered her right, gloved hand towards the Scarlet Spider's chin and raised his head up with her thumb and finger. She then pointed her finger at his mask as if she was debating with herself whether to pull it off or not, she began pulling it slightly from his neck but eventually decided not to, and placed it back down. She then placed her same thumb and finger on her red lips as she began thinking of what to do with the unconscious hero.
On a high building opposite the alleyway, stood Mr. Nacht, who as he took notes began thinking to himself, Interesting. Trainer seems reluctant to take off his mask. Traveller said he had plans for her, I have to say I'm curious to how this will all fit in, it seems getting Boone to free Fire Fist was a good idea after all! As the rain continued pouring down on the rooftop, came the criminal psychologist, known as Judas Traveller, who moved slow and silent as if the rain did not seem to bother him, "I see you have made some interesting observations, Mr. Nacht!" Judas Traveller said, startling the note taker.
"Who?" asked the Scarlet Spider, as he came to, only to see Carolyn Trainer tower over him, with an evil smirk on her face. "And the Spider awakens!" replied the sinister Carolyn Trainer. "Where's your tentacles?" asked the Scarlet Spider, as he clung to his leg and tried to pull his way up. Carolyn Trainer kicked the Scarlet Spider back, "You mean you haven't heard, about dear Otto's return? Shame on you." The Scarlet Spider made his way up, after crawling away from Carolyn Trainer. As Carolyn watched the Scarlet Spider run towards her with his fist clenched, ready to throw it. Carolyn Trainer did not move, instead she stood still, with a smile on her face, and waited. As the Scarlet Spider came to about three feet in front of her, he launched his fist, but to his surprise he was launched back, and hit a nearby wall. "Tsk, tsk Spider! I would have thought you would have known better! Remember my shield? After all I wouldn't come unprepared, would I?" The Scarlet Spider, who had been bloodied, shocked and surprised tonight once again made his way to his feet, Carolyn Trainer walked over to him and kicked him back down again, before he was fully standing up.
"This will fit, perfectly into my plans, I can use." Judas Traveller said to his attentive, note taking servant, who stood behind him.
Back on the ground, the Scarlet Spider once again tried to make it up on his feet, his costume had been tattered, revealing his bloodied skin. "So, how's Daddy? Oh that's right he died. Shame. I kinda wanted to do that myself. Oh well, I still have you," stated Carolyn Trainer in a sinister voice, as she slowly walked over to the Scarlet Spider's body. Carolyn Trainer kicked the hero again, in his abdomen once more, leaving him to writhe in pain, as he rolled across the wet, rough, unforgiving concrete. The Scarlet Spider clenched his ribs tightly, as he saw Carolyn Trainer in her trench coat stand over him, "I would've thought you would have put up more of a fight, Scarlet, or should I say Ben?"
To be continued.
In a dark warehouse on the eastside of New York, Judas Traveller stood patiently, eagerly awaiting his next report from the devious spy known as Mr. Nacht. "We did a good job, didn't we, Judas in fooling Norman Osborn long enough for you to get that Parker clone," boasted Medea, to her employee who was not at all interested in what she was saying. "Medea, please leave," requested Judas Traveller, as he placed one of Mr. Nacht's reports on a nearby wooden crate. "But." argued Medea. "Leave!" with that Medea stood up from the crate she had been leaning on and walked away, with her ripped up tights clinging to her legs, knowing it would not be worth testing Traveller's patience. The door to the warehouse was then opened, allowing a thin stream of light to enter the otherwise dimly lit warehouse. "Yes!" said the now impatient Traveller. Mr. Nacht pulled down his hat covering more of his face, "Reilly, has rediscovered Desiree Winthrop, who thanks to us, knows his identity, due to her psychic powers. It looks as if Reilly is looking to reunite with his old friends at the Daily Grind, the coffee shop he used to work in." "I am perfectly aware of where he use to work." Traveller snapped. "Hmmm, we shall let Reilly rediscover his past, it will give us more to take away from him, when it comes to my final test," replied the calculating Judas Traveller, to the pleasing reports.
Halfway across New York, high above the average skyscraper, swung Ben Reilly in the guise of the Scarlet Spider. He pressed his two middle fingers tightly into the palm of his red hand and squirted a strand of webbing, which reached a ledge on the high-rise of a building. The Scarlet Spider raced to the sight he had seen the murderer named Fire Fist the night before, as the sun began setting. Why did I have to leave Desiree? How did she get those powers, and mysteriously just blurt out my secret identity? Too many questions, and now Fire Fist returns, my webbing must have dissolved before the cops could get to him, Ben Reilly let go of his current web strand and did several mid-air gymnastics before he shot another strand of webbing.
The young Devon Washington sprayed disinfectant on a table and began wiping it as he was use to after a couple of years if helping his mother, "Mom, why do you think Desiree just ran out like that yesterday without paying for anything?" His Mom, Shirley Washington turned a chair upside down and placed it on a table she had just cleaned, "I don't know, she looked like she had seen some kind of ghost!" Shirley suggested, not knowing just how close she really was to the truth.
Meanwhile in a dark laboratory, on the other side of New York, on a small harbor stood the lean figure of the woman previously known as Dr. Octopus, but due to the resurrection of Otto Octavius, has since been forced to go by her birth name, Carolyn Trainer. She grasped a small beaker with a florescent green liquid and then began to swish it from side to side. Her head, complete with short purple hair, turned to focus on a television monitor at the back of the room, she picked up her small remote control and turned it on, only to see a fuzzy picture. As Carolyn Trainer continued improving the clarity of the picture a small sofa could be seen. As the picture continued to improve it could be seen that it was her deceased father, Seward Trainer's old house, which was now being occupied by Ben Reilly.
There he is! Thought Ben Reilly, as he saw a large man pace up and down a small side street, It's Fire Fist! Ben Reilly swung down and stuck to a wall of a building by the alleyway. He paused for a second to see if his spider-sense would react, but it did not, so he shot a thin strand of webbing, which widened and covered Fire Fist - wrapping him from head to toe in the sticky chemical strand. Ben Reilly jumped off the side of the building and down onto the street, and began walking towards Fire Fist's body. However inside the netting of the webbing Fire Fist began struggling, and within a few seconds in an amazing show of strength Fire Fist snapped all the webbing. Fire Fist immediately threw a punch at the arachnid, who was bewildered but still managed to move out of his way, thanks to his spider-sense. Before either of them could throw another punch a woman staggered out of an alleyway. It was obvious just by glancing at her that she was homeless - mostly due to her clothes. There was also something about her that made Ben remember someone he once knew, but before he could think any further he was disrupted by Fire Fist. "What have we got here?" said the psychotic Fire Fist as his eyes locked onto hers; his hand then began glowing. The homeless woman then instinctively ran back into the darkness of the alleyway, plagued by the evil look on the murderer's face, as Fire Fist began to slowly walk after her. But before he reached the beginning of the alleyway, out came another slim, feminine figure. Fire Fist began to smile thinking he had forced another homeless person to surrender, but to his surprise this person was not homeless or 'just another tramp'. As the figure appeared out of the darkness and into the chilling glow of the street lamp, only her hair could be made out, her short, purple hair. Revealing herself to be Carolyn Trainer she swung her right fist, and as it made contact, on his chin, it knocked him out cold. "Gotcha!" she said in her psychotically, chilling voice as the murderer fell to the hard, wet ground, knocking his head with a thud as he made contact. She walked a few steps over to the unconscious Scarlet Spider, who lay a few feet away from a puddle, her light brown trench coat flapped behind her. She lowered her right, gloved hand towards the Scarlet Spider's chin and raised his head up with her thumb and finger. She then pointed her finger at his mask as if she was debating with herself whether to pull it off or not, she began pulling it slightly from his neck but eventually decided not to, and placed it back down. She then placed her same thumb and finger on her red lips as she began thinking of what to do with the unconscious hero.
On a high building opposite the alleyway, stood Mr. Nacht, who as he took notes began thinking to himself, Interesting. Trainer seems reluctant to take off his mask. Traveller said he had plans for her, I have to say I'm curious to how this will all fit in, it seems getting Boone to free Fire Fist was a good idea after all! As the rain continued pouring down on the rooftop, came the criminal psychologist, known as Judas Traveller, who moved slow and silent as if the rain did not seem to bother him, "I see you have made some interesting observations, Mr. Nacht!" Judas Traveller said, startling the note taker.
"Who?" asked the Scarlet Spider, as he came to, only to see Carolyn Trainer tower over him, with an evil smirk on her face. "And the Spider awakens!" replied the sinister Carolyn Trainer. "Where's your tentacles?" asked the Scarlet Spider, as he clung to his leg and tried to pull his way up. Carolyn Trainer kicked the Scarlet Spider back, "You mean you haven't heard, about dear Otto's return? Shame on you." The Scarlet Spider made his way up, after crawling away from Carolyn Trainer. As Carolyn watched the Scarlet Spider run towards her with his fist clenched, ready to throw it. Carolyn Trainer did not move, instead she stood still, with a smile on her face, and waited. As the Scarlet Spider came to about three feet in front of her, he launched his fist, but to his surprise he was launched back, and hit a nearby wall. "Tsk, tsk Spider! I would have thought you would have known better! Remember my shield? After all I wouldn't come unprepared, would I?" The Scarlet Spider, who had been bloodied, shocked and surprised tonight once again made his way to his feet, Carolyn Trainer walked over to him and kicked him back down again, before he was fully standing up.
"This will fit, perfectly into my plans, I can use." Judas Traveller said to his attentive, note taking servant, who stood behind him.
Back on the ground, the Scarlet Spider once again tried to make it up on his feet, his costume had been tattered, revealing his bloodied skin. "So, how's Daddy? Oh that's right he died. Shame. I kinda wanted to do that myself. Oh well, I still have you," stated Carolyn Trainer in a sinister voice, as she slowly walked over to the Scarlet Spider's body. Carolyn Trainer kicked the hero again, in his abdomen once more, leaving him to writhe in pain, as he rolled across the wet, rough, unforgiving concrete. The Scarlet Spider clenched his ribs tightly, as he saw Carolyn Trainer in her trench coat stand over him, "I would've thought you would have put up more of a fight, Scarlet, or should I say Ben?"
To be continued.
