Chapter 6

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          Peter Parker removed his costume and made his way back to the hospital where M.J. was waiting outside for him.

          "Where do you go to get those great pictures of Spiderman?" M.J. asked him.

          "My photography is like magic and a magician never reveals his secrets," Peter smiled.

          "Ah, no fair," M.J. complained punching him playfully in the arm.

          "I gotta go to work," Peter said, "Do you need me to walk you home?"

          "No," M.J. replied, "I'll be alright, besides you've got to get those pictures to Jameson right?"

          "Yeah," Peter agreed, "I think this Rhino fellow and this new Venom character will interest him."

          "They probably would," M.J. agreed thoughtfully, "See you later Peter."

          With that she turned and headed home. When she got back to her apartment the black costume reappeared on her. She went into her bedroom and admired herself in the mirror. But something about this isn't right, she thought.

          The large mouth opened wide and M.J.'s head protruded out of it as the rest of the other head shrunk back into the costume.

          "Why do I want to kill Spiderman?" she thought out loud.

          "Because we want to kill him," a voice hissed.

          M.J. looked around for the source of the voice, "Who said that?"

          "Guess," the voice said.

          M.J. looked in the mirror, "My costume?" she guessed.

          "Yes," the voice hissed, "But we are not a costume. We are a living organism."

          "You mean like a parasite?" M.J. asked slightly worried.

          "No," the voice replied, "We are a symbiot. An organism that bonds with and improves its host."

          "What if I don't want you to bond with me?" M.J. asked a little worried.

          "It is too late to decide that now," the symbiot said, "Very soon the bonding will be complete."

          "But you're trying to use me to kill Spiderman," M.J. said, "You're taking control of me."

          "Our goals are your goals and vice versa," the symbiot answered, "We both are able to exhibit control, how much depends upon how badly we desire what we want to achieve."

          "Why do you want to kill Spiderman so badly?" M.J. asked.

          "He rejected us," the symbiot replied, "You have no idea how shamefully it is for a symbiot to be rejected."

          "He's a fool," M.J. said checking out her biceps, "Who would want to give up this."

          "Exactly," the symbiot agreed.

          "I'll help you get Spiderman," M.J. agreed as she turned around to check out her perfect ass and ripped back muscles, "But on one condition, I get to unmask him."

          "Only after he is dead," the symbiot said.

          Mary Jane Watson frowned, Why after? She thought.

          "Because if you know before you may not want to kill him," the symbiot said, "Just like an assassin keeps knowledge about their targets to a minimum the same should be here. All you need to know is that your target is Spiderman."

          Something about the symbiot's answer was unnerving to M.J. especially when he read her mind.

          "I'd prefer it if you don't read my mind," M.J. said.

          "It's not possible we have complete access to each other's minds."

          "So I can read your mind?" M.J. asked.

          "Yes and No, as a symbiot we have very few memories as they become the memories of my host. However you can access our memories and learn our functions. We would actually like you to do this as it means you will learn our amazing capabilities much quicker."

          "I'll be sure to do that later," M.J. said, "But I've got to get to work."

          Suddenly the costume turned into M.J. waitress uniform.

          "Whoa," M.J. said, "That's amazing!"

          "We can form any clothing you wish," the symbiot said, "You will learn everything else after work."

          M.J. looked down at her hands, "From now on life will be different," she said, an evil grin spreading on to her face, "Better."