Disclaimer: Hi. This is the author speaking. If your reading this right
now, I have officially sucked you into my world of insanity. Now, I have to
warn you, in making this story, I spent COUNTLESS hours of day dreaming in
all my academic subjects and looking up Sailor Moon history and powers and
such, just so I could give this a shot. To be honest, I know almost nothing
about Sailor Moon. I still know very little. But my girlfriend loves it.
Myself, I am I diehard Spider-man fan. I know everything about him. But I
thought this would be fun to give a shot at. Now, I don't own either of the
titles. Bishoujou Senshi Sailor Moon and all its characters are owned by
Naoko Takeuchi (at least, that's what I've been told.) And Spider-man and
all its characters are owned by Marvel Comics. I don't in anyway own any of
these characters, except the stock I put in for the Spider-man movie (and
made a freakin' fortune!) Now NO ONE CAN SUE ME FOR THIS, unless I have
some how warped your extremely fragile minds. If so, I recommend you get
out of your shell and learn a little self-control. Anyway, I won't bore you
anymore.
Logan Alastor (A.K.A SomeguyY2k) Presents:
Spider-man/ Sailor Moon: The Life and Death of Spiders.
Prologue:
Labtec
There are a lot of things people in this world don't understand. But some people tell us differently. Many people will tell you that you only need to know one thing very well, and the rest is merely basic function. A basic example 'The only thing you need to learn, is how to love, and be loved in return.'- Moulin Rouge. But along with everything comes a responsibility. It is the price of knowledge, or power, or wealth. With love, happiness or even hate, there must also be a will to keep it. If not, then it isn't any reason to keep it. That is one of the things that people don't understand. That is how dreams can be broken. When people take for granted what they have, there will be a consequence that they have to pay. For people without this knowledge, it's like breaking out of your childhood bubble. When people finally grow up, they have to face the cold, harsh reality that there is evil in the world. And not all of it you can see. Evil is an ethereal creature. Evil has often been referred too as 'dark' and 'occult'. But most of it lives within us. Depending on how we grow and what we worship, evil is something that is carried on with us. This is one of the things that we have to pay attention to. We have to know of evil. Both physical and ethereal. We have to realize that it will never go away. But we also have to realize that we control it. For those of us who learn the hard way what evil is, and for those of us who learned from other people's mistakes, we have to realize that the evil that lives inside us is real. And we also have to know that we are the only ones who can control it. It's us, not our parents or teachers or politicians who can tell you what it is. We have to figure out what it is for ourselves, and ultimately, choose how it influences us in the future. We have the power to stop or create evil. The only question is how do we use it responsibly?
'With great power, comes great responsibility.' -Benjamin Parker.
They are called 'The Savage Lands.' A small island outside of the Brazilian jungles. On a world map, it would seem relatively insignificant in size. It wasn't until 3 years ago the United States Military discovered it, and soon after became a headquarters for small military chemical weapons facilities. Unfortunately, the unpredictable weather and uneven terrain began to make such operations exceedingly difficult, as repeated black outs, power failures and supply delays began to take it's toll on everyone working at the facility. Stories of gruesome deaths and injuries we're beginning to occur. Machine accidents. Accidental chemical spills. But even more disturbing were the mysterious deaths and disappearances of faculty workers unrelated to the mechanical failures. Some say that perhaps the chemicals within the facilities had somehow affected the employees. Theories and rumors of the chemicals spread around. Some told stories of the chemicals affecting the brain, slowly deteriorating the left side of the mind. The logical side. And given time, would force madness on the victim, causing violent behavior and animal-like aggression. Others told of strange mutations that the chemicals caused. Stories about how it twisted the flesh, and turned the victim into an inhuman, deformed killing machine. A modern day monster, as they put it. Others told even more horrifying stories. About how the chemical would bring the victim back to life..as the bloodthirsty dead..
Others of less superstitious thinking refused to believe any of those claims, a said these casualties were nothing more then perhaps the inhabitant animals of the island. It did make some sense, as the ecological environment was never fully explored. Perhaps they had been invading animal territory, or perhaps just a predator out on the hunt. Whichever theory was decided upon, if one had actually been sided with at all, everyone agreed on one thing: the experiments would have to be shut down. In less then 48 hours, all facilities had been evacuated, only taking what few essential discoveries they had managed to uncover, and leaving everything else behind. Unfinished experiments, untested chemicals, even the facility power was left unchecked.
It was left perfectly usable for someone else to take over.
This is where out story takes us, to the office of Dr. Paul Bronconier. He was a former genetic scientist, who specialized on the abnormal effects radiation had on the human body. Over the years, a handful of tests involving radiation and genetic engineering had experienced minor miscalculations. But Bronconier thought differently about these statements. He scoffed at the use of the words 'miscalculations', and felt that the experiments had given him the breakthroughs he needed in order to continue his work. Dr. Bruce Banner's transformation into the Hulk due to the testing of the gamma bomb was written off as a failure. But Bronconier claimed that it was a scientific miracle. There were theories that the vigilante known as Spider-man had somehow interacted with one of Oscorps newly developed 'super-spider' experiments. He only wished he had access to those files..
He new, however, that this was the break he was looking for. He only needed a better team of scientific minds, rather then the shortsighted buffoons he worked with, a better-funded lab, and, perhaps, some willing test subjects. That's when he met the little man known as Chesbro. They had interacted once, and only once, in person. It was in a dark ally, only 5 months ago. Bronconier had just lost his job. The company he worked for had laid off all the non-essential employees. Bronconier was filled with an incredible rage, feeling a brilliant mind such as his shouldn't be treated as 'non- essential'. That very same night, just as Bronconier was about to throw everything away and turn over to alcohol, two large and ominous looking men, with the incredibly short, Igor-looking man in-between, cut him off. He told him his name was Chesbro, and offered him a job. They would pay a small fortune per month, hire highly trained personal bodyguards at no expense, and hand him a small but brilliant team of scientists who shared his ambition. The only catch was that it was on a remote island south of the Brazilian jungles, known as 'The Savage Lands', but they assured his complete and total protection, so long as he did his mysterious masters work without question. Bronconier had heard of stories about the savage lands, and not just about the chemical weapon facility incidents. But that they were home to cannibalistic natives, incredibly dangerous, undiscovered wildlife, and some even say, horrible, bloodthirsty demons.
But none of this mattered to Bronconier. A chance to continue his work in a state-of-the-art science lab with people who's ambition matched his own..was like a dream come true.
Though he didn't know what else he would be working on. He didn't know that right now, he would be staring at a computer screen in his dark office, attempting to unlock a coded disk. He had lost all track of time up to this point. He had been in there hours. Maybe even a whole day. And why? Because his employers had instructed that he uncover the mystery behind this disk. It was incredible. He had tried every security bypass and encoder program within his power, and yet the result was the same. The same lines of code, flashing passed the screen. Over and over again. It reminded him of the movie the Matrix. In fact, it looked exactly like the movie. Just a blank screen, with thousands upon thousands of lines of code, flashing by every second. He sat in his work seat, resting his head on clenched fist, glaring at the screen through those big, thick spectacles he had been wearing since he was a child, with a look of utter annoyance. He hated it when he couldn't solve things. It was the one thing that got on his nerves more then anything. Puzzles he couldn't solve. He had the same problem with his ex-wife. She was a beautiful woman. Long, strawberry blond hair, the figure of a super model, an exquisite face and a gentle smile. Though she clearly loved him, despite the fact that he was somewhat 'nerdy', he couldn't figure her out at all. In the end, despite her protests, they decided to divorce. Though, for some reason, he always kept a picture of her on his desk, right beside his computer. He couldn't help but wonder, that perhaps if things could have been different..if only she had let him understand her..
"Sir?"
He jumped out of his seat and let out a small yelp, gripping the desk and looking around the room nervously for the source of the noise.
"Sir? There's a call for you on line 1. Mason says it's important."
Bronconier sighed and gripped his chest lightly. It was only Sean. Sean was one of his bodyguards. He was somewhat dopey, but he could follow orders like a highly trained Labrador. Most of the time behind Sean's back, his other bodyguard Mason would call him just that. A Labrador. But Bronconier respected the fact that in this whole facility, there was no one that he could trust more then Sean. Bronconier laughed a bit, then his the speaker button on the intercom beside him. 'Ok, Sean, just make sure this phone call is run through the protection lines this time. I don't want anyone listening in on this.'
Bronconier heard someone laugh in the back, and then he heard Sean curse. 'No problem, Sir.' He said. Then the intercom went silent.
About ten seconds later, he saw the red light on his phone blink. There were 5 lines on the phone. Only one of them was shielded from unwanted listeners. Line 3 was that special shield. The light was blinking beside line 2. Bronconier smiled, and was about to reach for the intercom when he heard a loud scream, that sounded more like someone yelling 'fuck!' then a loud banging noise.
Suddenly, the light blinked beside line 3.
'Idiots..' he muttered out, shaking his head. The he reached out for the phone. Picking it up, he put it beside his ear and pressed the crudely labeled 'line 3', that had been marked with a piece of tape with poorly written printing. 'One thing they didn't promise,' Bronconier thought. '..was a new phone. Cheap bastards..'
'Hell, -cough-, urm, excuse me. Hello?'
'Dr. Bronconier,' a timid, small, yet surprisingly firm voice replied. 'I have called for a status report. What have you uncovered about the disk?'
Bronconier took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. 'About as much as I uncovered the last time you phoned me, Chesbro. Which, I might add, was an hour ago. Whatever is on this disk your nameless "master", has instructed me to uncover, remains a mystery only known to it's creator.'
Chesbro let out a sigh, which sounded somewhat like someone blowing through a plastic tube. 'I had..presumed as much. I was instructed to double check. How about the test subjects?'
Bronconier smiled, and for an instant, a twinkle could be noted his weary eyes. 'Of course.' he said, with a somewhat sadistic tone. 'The test subjects. Let me check.'
He moved his hand out and struck a few keys. Instantly, a new screen had popped up. It showed 3 paragraphs, each labeled under a series of numbers, and beside it showed vital signs, pulse reading, and, at the end of each paragraph, said. "Complete". Then a percentage beside it.
'Subject #365826368 is at 77% complete. #383923790 is at 45%. But we have just finished placing the implants in subject #348292027. It's only begun adapting in the stasis pod at 2%.' Bronconier seemed happy by this. 'Soon.' He thought to himself. 'Your dream will be realized, Paul. Just hang in there.'
He heard Chesbro whisper on the other line. 'Secrets, eh Chesbro?' Bronconier thought. 'I thought there were no secrets in this business. What's REALLY going on here, I wonder?'
'Keep working on the disk, my good doctor.' Chesbro said is a slightly dark and low voice. 'My master insists this is of great importance, Bronconier. To my master, and to you.'
Bronconier found this somewhat amusing. 'My my..the cheerful Chesbro wouldn't be, THREATENING little me, would he?' Bronconier said, in a more then slightly sarcastic tone. 'Now, is there anything else your master desires, my friend?'
Chesbro also seemed to find this also just as amusing, judging by the high- pitched chuckle he heard. 'Get to work on that disk..DOCTOR Bronconier.' Then the receiver went dead.
'What an amusing little man..' Bronconier said as he put the phone down. He hit the keys on the computer again and went back to the lines of code, flashing back and forth across the screen.
'What does it mean?'
Logan Alastor (A.K.A SomeguyY2k) Presents:
Spider-man/ Sailor Moon: The Life and Death of Spiders.
Prologue:
Labtec
There are a lot of things people in this world don't understand. But some people tell us differently. Many people will tell you that you only need to know one thing very well, and the rest is merely basic function. A basic example 'The only thing you need to learn, is how to love, and be loved in return.'- Moulin Rouge. But along with everything comes a responsibility. It is the price of knowledge, or power, or wealth. With love, happiness or even hate, there must also be a will to keep it. If not, then it isn't any reason to keep it. That is one of the things that people don't understand. That is how dreams can be broken. When people take for granted what they have, there will be a consequence that they have to pay. For people without this knowledge, it's like breaking out of your childhood bubble. When people finally grow up, they have to face the cold, harsh reality that there is evil in the world. And not all of it you can see. Evil is an ethereal creature. Evil has often been referred too as 'dark' and 'occult'. But most of it lives within us. Depending on how we grow and what we worship, evil is something that is carried on with us. This is one of the things that we have to pay attention to. We have to know of evil. Both physical and ethereal. We have to realize that it will never go away. But we also have to realize that we control it. For those of us who learn the hard way what evil is, and for those of us who learned from other people's mistakes, we have to realize that the evil that lives inside us is real. And we also have to know that we are the only ones who can control it. It's us, not our parents or teachers or politicians who can tell you what it is. We have to figure out what it is for ourselves, and ultimately, choose how it influences us in the future. We have the power to stop or create evil. The only question is how do we use it responsibly?
'With great power, comes great responsibility.' -Benjamin Parker.
They are called 'The Savage Lands.' A small island outside of the Brazilian jungles. On a world map, it would seem relatively insignificant in size. It wasn't until 3 years ago the United States Military discovered it, and soon after became a headquarters for small military chemical weapons facilities. Unfortunately, the unpredictable weather and uneven terrain began to make such operations exceedingly difficult, as repeated black outs, power failures and supply delays began to take it's toll on everyone working at the facility. Stories of gruesome deaths and injuries we're beginning to occur. Machine accidents. Accidental chemical spills. But even more disturbing were the mysterious deaths and disappearances of faculty workers unrelated to the mechanical failures. Some say that perhaps the chemicals within the facilities had somehow affected the employees. Theories and rumors of the chemicals spread around. Some told stories of the chemicals affecting the brain, slowly deteriorating the left side of the mind. The logical side. And given time, would force madness on the victim, causing violent behavior and animal-like aggression. Others told of strange mutations that the chemicals caused. Stories about how it twisted the flesh, and turned the victim into an inhuman, deformed killing machine. A modern day monster, as they put it. Others told even more horrifying stories. About how the chemical would bring the victim back to life..as the bloodthirsty dead..
Others of less superstitious thinking refused to believe any of those claims, a said these casualties were nothing more then perhaps the inhabitant animals of the island. It did make some sense, as the ecological environment was never fully explored. Perhaps they had been invading animal territory, or perhaps just a predator out on the hunt. Whichever theory was decided upon, if one had actually been sided with at all, everyone agreed on one thing: the experiments would have to be shut down. In less then 48 hours, all facilities had been evacuated, only taking what few essential discoveries they had managed to uncover, and leaving everything else behind. Unfinished experiments, untested chemicals, even the facility power was left unchecked.
It was left perfectly usable for someone else to take over.
This is where out story takes us, to the office of Dr. Paul Bronconier. He was a former genetic scientist, who specialized on the abnormal effects radiation had on the human body. Over the years, a handful of tests involving radiation and genetic engineering had experienced minor miscalculations. But Bronconier thought differently about these statements. He scoffed at the use of the words 'miscalculations', and felt that the experiments had given him the breakthroughs he needed in order to continue his work. Dr. Bruce Banner's transformation into the Hulk due to the testing of the gamma bomb was written off as a failure. But Bronconier claimed that it was a scientific miracle. There were theories that the vigilante known as Spider-man had somehow interacted with one of Oscorps newly developed 'super-spider' experiments. He only wished he had access to those files..
He new, however, that this was the break he was looking for. He only needed a better team of scientific minds, rather then the shortsighted buffoons he worked with, a better-funded lab, and, perhaps, some willing test subjects. That's when he met the little man known as Chesbro. They had interacted once, and only once, in person. It was in a dark ally, only 5 months ago. Bronconier had just lost his job. The company he worked for had laid off all the non-essential employees. Bronconier was filled with an incredible rage, feeling a brilliant mind such as his shouldn't be treated as 'non- essential'. That very same night, just as Bronconier was about to throw everything away and turn over to alcohol, two large and ominous looking men, with the incredibly short, Igor-looking man in-between, cut him off. He told him his name was Chesbro, and offered him a job. They would pay a small fortune per month, hire highly trained personal bodyguards at no expense, and hand him a small but brilliant team of scientists who shared his ambition. The only catch was that it was on a remote island south of the Brazilian jungles, known as 'The Savage Lands', but they assured his complete and total protection, so long as he did his mysterious masters work without question. Bronconier had heard of stories about the savage lands, and not just about the chemical weapon facility incidents. But that they were home to cannibalistic natives, incredibly dangerous, undiscovered wildlife, and some even say, horrible, bloodthirsty demons.
But none of this mattered to Bronconier. A chance to continue his work in a state-of-the-art science lab with people who's ambition matched his own..was like a dream come true.
Though he didn't know what else he would be working on. He didn't know that right now, he would be staring at a computer screen in his dark office, attempting to unlock a coded disk. He had lost all track of time up to this point. He had been in there hours. Maybe even a whole day. And why? Because his employers had instructed that he uncover the mystery behind this disk. It was incredible. He had tried every security bypass and encoder program within his power, and yet the result was the same. The same lines of code, flashing passed the screen. Over and over again. It reminded him of the movie the Matrix. In fact, it looked exactly like the movie. Just a blank screen, with thousands upon thousands of lines of code, flashing by every second. He sat in his work seat, resting his head on clenched fist, glaring at the screen through those big, thick spectacles he had been wearing since he was a child, with a look of utter annoyance. He hated it when he couldn't solve things. It was the one thing that got on his nerves more then anything. Puzzles he couldn't solve. He had the same problem with his ex-wife. She was a beautiful woman. Long, strawberry blond hair, the figure of a super model, an exquisite face and a gentle smile. Though she clearly loved him, despite the fact that he was somewhat 'nerdy', he couldn't figure her out at all. In the end, despite her protests, they decided to divorce. Though, for some reason, he always kept a picture of her on his desk, right beside his computer. He couldn't help but wonder, that perhaps if things could have been different..if only she had let him understand her..
"Sir?"
He jumped out of his seat and let out a small yelp, gripping the desk and looking around the room nervously for the source of the noise.
"Sir? There's a call for you on line 1. Mason says it's important."
Bronconier sighed and gripped his chest lightly. It was only Sean. Sean was one of his bodyguards. He was somewhat dopey, but he could follow orders like a highly trained Labrador. Most of the time behind Sean's back, his other bodyguard Mason would call him just that. A Labrador. But Bronconier respected the fact that in this whole facility, there was no one that he could trust more then Sean. Bronconier laughed a bit, then his the speaker button on the intercom beside him. 'Ok, Sean, just make sure this phone call is run through the protection lines this time. I don't want anyone listening in on this.'
Bronconier heard someone laugh in the back, and then he heard Sean curse. 'No problem, Sir.' He said. Then the intercom went silent.
About ten seconds later, he saw the red light on his phone blink. There were 5 lines on the phone. Only one of them was shielded from unwanted listeners. Line 3 was that special shield. The light was blinking beside line 2. Bronconier smiled, and was about to reach for the intercom when he heard a loud scream, that sounded more like someone yelling 'fuck!' then a loud banging noise.
Suddenly, the light blinked beside line 3.
'Idiots..' he muttered out, shaking his head. The he reached out for the phone. Picking it up, he put it beside his ear and pressed the crudely labeled 'line 3', that had been marked with a piece of tape with poorly written printing. 'One thing they didn't promise,' Bronconier thought. '..was a new phone. Cheap bastards..'
'Hell, -cough-, urm, excuse me. Hello?'
'Dr. Bronconier,' a timid, small, yet surprisingly firm voice replied. 'I have called for a status report. What have you uncovered about the disk?'
Bronconier took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. 'About as much as I uncovered the last time you phoned me, Chesbro. Which, I might add, was an hour ago. Whatever is on this disk your nameless "master", has instructed me to uncover, remains a mystery only known to it's creator.'
Chesbro let out a sigh, which sounded somewhat like someone blowing through a plastic tube. 'I had..presumed as much. I was instructed to double check. How about the test subjects?'
Bronconier smiled, and for an instant, a twinkle could be noted his weary eyes. 'Of course.' he said, with a somewhat sadistic tone. 'The test subjects. Let me check.'
He moved his hand out and struck a few keys. Instantly, a new screen had popped up. It showed 3 paragraphs, each labeled under a series of numbers, and beside it showed vital signs, pulse reading, and, at the end of each paragraph, said. "Complete". Then a percentage beside it.
'Subject #365826368 is at 77% complete. #383923790 is at 45%. But we have just finished placing the implants in subject #348292027. It's only begun adapting in the stasis pod at 2%.' Bronconier seemed happy by this. 'Soon.' He thought to himself. 'Your dream will be realized, Paul. Just hang in there.'
He heard Chesbro whisper on the other line. 'Secrets, eh Chesbro?' Bronconier thought. 'I thought there were no secrets in this business. What's REALLY going on here, I wonder?'
'Keep working on the disk, my good doctor.' Chesbro said is a slightly dark and low voice. 'My master insists this is of great importance, Bronconier. To my master, and to you.'
Bronconier found this somewhat amusing. 'My my..the cheerful Chesbro wouldn't be, THREATENING little me, would he?' Bronconier said, in a more then slightly sarcastic tone. 'Now, is there anything else your master desires, my friend?'
Chesbro also seemed to find this also just as amusing, judging by the high- pitched chuckle he heard. 'Get to work on that disk..DOCTOR Bronconier.' Then the receiver went dead.
'What an amusing little man..' Bronconier said as he put the phone down. He hit the keys on the computer again and went back to the lines of code, flashing back and forth across the screen.
'What does it mean?'
