Scarlet Spider #4 - Fiery Reunions part 3
The Scarlet Spider continued crawling on the floor, writhing in pain, as he looked up to see a sinister smile on the evil villainess, Carolyn Trainer, "I don't know what you're talking about!" murmured the Scarlet Spider, as he tried denying that he was in fact Ben Reilly. "Oh come on! Don't give me that crap! So how's my father's apartment, he always was good at decorating, then again he was good at a lot of things.apart from being a father!" said Carolyn Trainer. She made a fist and began kneeling down closer to the battered hero; she put her fist an inch away from his face. "Now, Spidey, I have my money on the fact that you've been playing possum for the last few minutes.so." And with that she released a purple gas from her glove, which blanketed the arachnids face, causing a few coughs before his head hit the concrete and he was out.
Above the alleyway stood the menacing Judas Traveller, whose wet, gray hair clung to his face, as he observed what was going on below him, as if he was showing signs of enhance hearing, taking in every word Carolyn Trainer had said. "I was right then, she did know his identity," boasted the brown trench coat wearing, Mr. Nacht. Traveller turned to face his assistant, "I suspected as much." "What are you planning on doing about it?" "Nothing." "Nothing?" Mr. Nacht exclaimed, surely this would be a perfect opportunity to." "My reasons are my own. I don't appreciate being questioned."
An hour later in the same alleyway the cops had finally arrived after a phone call from the chilling Mr. Nacht that Fire Fist had been found. The alleyway had soon been taken over by cops, who promptly swarmed in with guns and backup and proceeded to arrest the unconscious murderer, who was still out from Carolyn Trainer's surprisingly strong right hook. Traveller and Mr. Nacht had also departed, as well as Carolyn Trainer, who left taking Ben Reilly back to her laboratory.
In Carolyn Trainer's dimly lit laboratory, Ben Reilly found himself strapped, to an upright table, where he woke up. His head lifted as his eyes opened to find out his mask had been taken off, revealing his short brown hair, which had been cut by his friend, the fashion designer, Desiree Winthrop. "And the Spider awakens." said Carolyn Trainer, in an evil voice. The unmasked Ben Reilly looked around, at the metallic surroundings of the laboratory; he stopped though when he saw a small television screen on the left side of the laboratory, where he saw the living room of his new apartment. "Oops, I knew I should have turned that off!" thought Carolyn Trainer, as she saw his eyes focus on the television screen, "I suppose you've worked it out now, I could have had a good guessing game going there." "You really are a bitch, aren't you?" mumbled the semi conscious Scarlet Spider. "Language." corrected Carolyn Trainer as she studied Ben Reilly's face, her hair seeming black rather than purple, under the dim light, "I prefer to think of myself as scheming... Y'know, I thought you'd be older!" Ben Reilly tried to break the shackles holding him, but to know use as the metal seemed to strong, "Nice try, Scarlet!" observed Carolyn Trainer as she watched with some sick kind of amusement, "So when are you going to reunite yourself with those nice people at the Grind?" Ben Reilly continued struggling against the iron shackles, trying to block out her voice, but to no prevail, on both accounts. The hero watched Carolyn Trainer as she walked over; turning her back on him, towards a lever, which stuck out of a metallic wall. She pulled the lever, releasing the Scarlet Spider, who fell to the floor, upon release. "You better leave now, Spider, after all you have got places to go and people to see," stated Carolyn Trainer. "I'm taking you to jail first!" replied Ben Reilly heroically as he put his mask on. "I don't think so. We both know my force field will prevent you from capturing me. Also would you mind telling me what crime I've committed? Knocking out Fire Fist perhaps?" Ben Reilly stared at her, a look of anger was apparent through his scarlet mask, "I thought so," replied Carolyn Trainer smugly, however Ben Reilly made a fist and slammed it through her television, shattering the screen. He then shot a web line and swung out the thick metallic door, which the smug Carolyn Trainer had opened for him. As Ben Reilly swung towards the moon and the brisk night's air filtered into the lab Carolyn Trainer walked towards the door frame with her arms folded and smiled evilly while still showing a look of accomplishment on her face.
A half an hour later, across the busy streets of New York City, in the new apartment of Ben Reilly. "Y'mean she knows who you are?" questioned Desiree Winthrop, as Ben Reilly took off his Scarlet Spider sweatshirt. "Yep," replied Ben who was obviously still warn out from his adventure, "The weird thing though is that she just let me leave, I can't even remember how she dragged me back to her laboratory." "Do you think she'll be back?" asked Desiree, who had a look of concern on her face. Ben put on his black T-shirt, "I don't know. She kind of just gave me the feeling she wanted her presence made clear. I also saw someone who seemed all too familiar who was about to be killed by Fire Fist." "I've got some news as well, I think I may have managed to come up with an excuse for your disappearance so you can return to the Grind. We could say that you were taken prisoner by the Green Goblin and that he wanted some of your friend, Seward Trainer's technology, but let you go when he found out Seward was dead." "It's better than anything I could think of, what if they get suspicious though?" Ben wondered as he joined Desiree on the large sofa, completely forgetting about Jessica. "Well, I suppose we'll have to dodge that bullet when we get to it!" Desiree thought as she pressed her right index finger against her red lips in thought. "How are they at the Daily Grind, anyway?" enquired Ben. "They're all okay, except for poor Shirley!" Desiree reported. "What's wrong with her?" "She recently found out she had cancer, the doctors are saying she has no more than two months left. She's still keeping up a brave face though, for Devon's sake, I suppose." Desiree said as she lowered her head and a tear came to her eye. A saddened look spread across Ben's face, he opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out.
Meanwhile in the laboratory of Carolyn Trainer, who had just finished re- wiring her television system. "Looks like I tuned in at the right moment," Carolyn Trainer thought to herself out loud, "So the battleaxe is on death's door. Now I wonder if I could use this to my advantage." She posed the thought over and grabbed a beaker in her gloved hand. The beaker was full of a fizzing, mysterious green substance, which she began swilling around.
Once again, for the third time in the last couple of days, Ben found himself at the crossing opposite the Daily Grind. This time however Ben was not alone as walking by his side was Desiree. They crossed the road and Ben took a deep breath as Desiree opened the heavy door. "Hey, Ben. How did you come back anyway? You never did tell me," asked Desiree as she closed the door again, giving Ben an almost welcome diversion. "I don't know, I just remember waking up in a small bar in LA, then I fought Mysterio and made my way back here, I can't remember. I tried not to bring it up the other day as I knew it would trigger a memory, it changed me, I'm not sure how yet," Ben Reilly said, as they finally walked into the Daily Grind. Ben glanced round the room and saw the curly, black haired owner, Shirley Washington behind the counter closing the cash register, she then glanced up, to see Ben at the door, she blinked a couple of times thinking she was going crazy, "Ben!" she shouted. She ran towards him with a smile on her face, the excitement caused the man with a ponytail named Buzz to get his head out of the newspaper, and turn around. Shirley grabbed Ben in an embrace, while Ben stared in amazement at Buzz as it was the first time he could ever remember seeing Buzz get up off his stool. Desiree stepped aside feeling a little out of place for once in her life, and let Ben take the spotlight, something she had never done before. Shirley released Ben from the embrace revealing a look of disbelief, "Where have you been? I thought you were dead." Ben, who had a huge grin on his face, tried to dodge the question completely by saying, "Believe me it's a long story."
The End
The Scarlet Spider continued crawling on the floor, writhing in pain, as he looked up to see a sinister smile on the evil villainess, Carolyn Trainer, "I don't know what you're talking about!" murmured the Scarlet Spider, as he tried denying that he was in fact Ben Reilly. "Oh come on! Don't give me that crap! So how's my father's apartment, he always was good at decorating, then again he was good at a lot of things.apart from being a father!" said Carolyn Trainer. She made a fist and began kneeling down closer to the battered hero; she put her fist an inch away from his face. "Now, Spidey, I have my money on the fact that you've been playing possum for the last few minutes.so." And with that she released a purple gas from her glove, which blanketed the arachnids face, causing a few coughs before his head hit the concrete and he was out.
Above the alleyway stood the menacing Judas Traveller, whose wet, gray hair clung to his face, as he observed what was going on below him, as if he was showing signs of enhance hearing, taking in every word Carolyn Trainer had said. "I was right then, she did know his identity," boasted the brown trench coat wearing, Mr. Nacht. Traveller turned to face his assistant, "I suspected as much." "What are you planning on doing about it?" "Nothing." "Nothing?" Mr. Nacht exclaimed, surely this would be a perfect opportunity to." "My reasons are my own. I don't appreciate being questioned."
An hour later in the same alleyway the cops had finally arrived after a phone call from the chilling Mr. Nacht that Fire Fist had been found. The alleyway had soon been taken over by cops, who promptly swarmed in with guns and backup and proceeded to arrest the unconscious murderer, who was still out from Carolyn Trainer's surprisingly strong right hook. Traveller and Mr. Nacht had also departed, as well as Carolyn Trainer, who left taking Ben Reilly back to her laboratory.
In Carolyn Trainer's dimly lit laboratory, Ben Reilly found himself strapped, to an upright table, where he woke up. His head lifted as his eyes opened to find out his mask had been taken off, revealing his short brown hair, which had been cut by his friend, the fashion designer, Desiree Winthrop. "And the Spider awakens." said Carolyn Trainer, in an evil voice. The unmasked Ben Reilly looked around, at the metallic surroundings of the laboratory; he stopped though when he saw a small television screen on the left side of the laboratory, where he saw the living room of his new apartment. "Oops, I knew I should have turned that off!" thought Carolyn Trainer, as she saw his eyes focus on the television screen, "I suppose you've worked it out now, I could have had a good guessing game going there." "You really are a bitch, aren't you?" mumbled the semi conscious Scarlet Spider. "Language." corrected Carolyn Trainer as she studied Ben Reilly's face, her hair seeming black rather than purple, under the dim light, "I prefer to think of myself as scheming... Y'know, I thought you'd be older!" Ben Reilly tried to break the shackles holding him, but to know use as the metal seemed to strong, "Nice try, Scarlet!" observed Carolyn Trainer as she watched with some sick kind of amusement, "So when are you going to reunite yourself with those nice people at the Grind?" Ben Reilly continued struggling against the iron shackles, trying to block out her voice, but to no prevail, on both accounts. The hero watched Carolyn Trainer as she walked over; turning her back on him, towards a lever, which stuck out of a metallic wall. She pulled the lever, releasing the Scarlet Spider, who fell to the floor, upon release. "You better leave now, Spider, after all you have got places to go and people to see," stated Carolyn Trainer. "I'm taking you to jail first!" replied Ben Reilly heroically as he put his mask on. "I don't think so. We both know my force field will prevent you from capturing me. Also would you mind telling me what crime I've committed? Knocking out Fire Fist perhaps?" Ben Reilly stared at her, a look of anger was apparent through his scarlet mask, "I thought so," replied Carolyn Trainer smugly, however Ben Reilly made a fist and slammed it through her television, shattering the screen. He then shot a web line and swung out the thick metallic door, which the smug Carolyn Trainer had opened for him. As Ben Reilly swung towards the moon and the brisk night's air filtered into the lab Carolyn Trainer walked towards the door frame with her arms folded and smiled evilly while still showing a look of accomplishment on her face.
A half an hour later, across the busy streets of New York City, in the new apartment of Ben Reilly. "Y'mean she knows who you are?" questioned Desiree Winthrop, as Ben Reilly took off his Scarlet Spider sweatshirt. "Yep," replied Ben who was obviously still warn out from his adventure, "The weird thing though is that she just let me leave, I can't even remember how she dragged me back to her laboratory." "Do you think she'll be back?" asked Desiree, who had a look of concern on her face. Ben put on his black T-shirt, "I don't know. She kind of just gave me the feeling she wanted her presence made clear. I also saw someone who seemed all too familiar who was about to be killed by Fire Fist." "I've got some news as well, I think I may have managed to come up with an excuse for your disappearance so you can return to the Grind. We could say that you were taken prisoner by the Green Goblin and that he wanted some of your friend, Seward Trainer's technology, but let you go when he found out Seward was dead." "It's better than anything I could think of, what if they get suspicious though?" Ben wondered as he joined Desiree on the large sofa, completely forgetting about Jessica. "Well, I suppose we'll have to dodge that bullet when we get to it!" Desiree thought as she pressed her right index finger against her red lips in thought. "How are they at the Daily Grind, anyway?" enquired Ben. "They're all okay, except for poor Shirley!" Desiree reported. "What's wrong with her?" "She recently found out she had cancer, the doctors are saying she has no more than two months left. She's still keeping up a brave face though, for Devon's sake, I suppose." Desiree said as she lowered her head and a tear came to her eye. A saddened look spread across Ben's face, he opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out.
Meanwhile in the laboratory of Carolyn Trainer, who had just finished re- wiring her television system. "Looks like I tuned in at the right moment," Carolyn Trainer thought to herself out loud, "So the battleaxe is on death's door. Now I wonder if I could use this to my advantage." She posed the thought over and grabbed a beaker in her gloved hand. The beaker was full of a fizzing, mysterious green substance, which she began swilling around.
Once again, for the third time in the last couple of days, Ben found himself at the crossing opposite the Daily Grind. This time however Ben was not alone as walking by his side was Desiree. They crossed the road and Ben took a deep breath as Desiree opened the heavy door. "Hey, Ben. How did you come back anyway? You never did tell me," asked Desiree as she closed the door again, giving Ben an almost welcome diversion. "I don't know, I just remember waking up in a small bar in LA, then I fought Mysterio and made my way back here, I can't remember. I tried not to bring it up the other day as I knew it would trigger a memory, it changed me, I'm not sure how yet," Ben Reilly said, as they finally walked into the Daily Grind. Ben glanced round the room and saw the curly, black haired owner, Shirley Washington behind the counter closing the cash register, she then glanced up, to see Ben at the door, she blinked a couple of times thinking she was going crazy, "Ben!" she shouted. She ran towards him with a smile on her face, the excitement caused the man with a ponytail named Buzz to get his head out of the newspaper, and turn around. Shirley grabbed Ben in an embrace, while Ben stared in amazement at Buzz as it was the first time he could ever remember seeing Buzz get up off his stool. Desiree stepped aside feeling a little out of place for once in her life, and let Ben take the spotlight, something she had never done before. Shirley released Ben from the embrace revealing a look of disbelief, "Where have you been? I thought you were dead." Ben, who had a huge grin on his face, tried to dodge the question completely by saying, "Believe me it's a long story."
The End
