Through The Eyes Of The Guilty.

Note: Spider-man and the main Characters associated are owned by Marvel Comics.

It was the following Sunday that I met with Mr. Fisk. He had me go to this fancy restaurant, near Broadway. I had to come alone. When was to arrive, I was to say that I had a meeting with Mr. Fisk. I guess he owns the place, or something. I was shown to the back by the head waiter, there I met Mr. Fisk, along with his associates; one of them I recognized, I just did not know where. They all wore pin-striped, Italian business suits. Mr. Fisk, who wore the white suit, introduced his associates, there were five.

"Allow me to introduce," Fisk started, "Charley Blake: head of my eating establishments; Tony Jackson: he oversees my theatres; Iwo Kagimoto: this one oversees my foreign investments; and finally my Vice President in operations: Robert Jones."

"Who's the man with the flat head?" I asked. This one seemed to catch my attention, though I don't know why.

"He is to be your supervisor," said Mr. Jackson. Mr. Jackson was a tall, slim man. His gray hair was thinning, his grey eyes fixed on me. He had a scar that he said was from a cookout mishap. He wore a grey suit with navy stripes. "He will make sure you do your job, and that nothing goes wrong."

"I don't understand," I said. "What do you mean when you say 'do my job'?" I wasn't sure I liked the idea of this.

"You work at the University, do you not?" asked Mr. Blake. Blake, like Fisk, was heavy set. He wore a pair of spectacles, and had a full head of Brown hair which he slicked back, like a character from the movie Grease. He wore a blue suit with black stripes. "I'm sure you know of many things worth of great value: lab equipment, research notes, experimental serums."

"Are you suggesting I steal from the University?" I asked in an outrage. I could not believe what they were asking of me. "I could lose my job, my family, everything that I hold dear to me. I can't do it."

"Who said you would do the deed?" asked Mr. Kagimoto. Kagimoto, from what I understood, was from Japan. He ran Fisk's technology companies and supervised the shipments around the world. He was young, I would guess about 35 years old. He wore a Navy blue suit with grey stripes and dragon tattooed on his neck. "What we need is an inside man. One who can get us the information, and get us inside."

"And if I refuse?" I asked. "I really don't feel good about risking my career."

"Well, Mr. Johnson, I'm afraid you have no choice," said Fisk. "You remember the money I gave you in Las Vegas? Because of that, I own you. If you refuse, it will be the end of you, your wife, and your children." Fisk gave an smile that made my blood chilled.

"In short you don't work with us, you die," said the man with the flat head. I finally remembered where I saw him. I saw his picture in the Daily Bugle last month. He is the infamous gangster, Hammerhead.

I was to start the next day. I showed up at the lab as usual. Dr. Connors was at his desk preparing for his demonstration later that day. I was more worried about what I had to do. Dr. Connors was working on a isotope radiation machine. This device was to harness the radioactive gamma power for medical uses. Hammerhead gave me a camera to take pictures, so I took a picture of the machine. I then notice a spider web in the corner of the testing area. Not wanting any mishaps, I reached for the broom when Dr. Connors came over.

"What are doing?" he asked.

"Oh, um, I was taking care of the spider web in the corner," I said. "You know, you can't be too cautious when dealing with any radioactive equipment."

"Never mind that. I need help setting up the lab for the high school science clubs coming in this afternoon. Come, give me a hand with this." We started with setting up the chairs. I was still uneasy with the spider web. Apparently, Dr. Connors failed to see the spider in the room.

Right before we set up the machines, Dr. Connors stepped out for a meeting. "Now to finish what I started," I said to myself. With a brush of my broom, I swept away the web, but I missed the spider. The arachnid crawled into a crack in the wall to protect itself from the deadly bristles of my broom. Aster I convinced myself that the spider wouldn't come out of the wall, I found my camera. Now was the perfect time to photograph the research notes. When I finished with that, I hid the camera in my lab coat pocket, and went back to work finishing setting up.

Half an hour later, Dr. Connors came in with high school students. There were 200 kids from 4 or 5 different high schools. Dr. Connors introduced himself, then introduced me, then finally the project. I noticed the spider crawling out while the doctor explained the advantages of DNA research and the benefits of radiology.

"Is it true that you can rejuvenate DNA with radioactive isotopes?" asked one of the high school students.

"I'm glad you asked that question," Dr Connors replied. "We are unsure of the capabilities of isotopes and DNA, however, it is of my opinion that it is possible. Now if you will please pay attention to the testing area, we will begin the demonstration. Will please flip the switch Mr. Johnson?" I flipped the power switch to ON and a beam shot out of the machine, as if it were a ray gun. Everything was going well, that is until the spider lowered itself towards the beam. "That's enough Johnson, you can turn the beam off. I would like to thank you all for coming to the demonstration this afternoon. If you have anymore questions, don't be afraid to ask me, or my assistant. We would be happy to answer any questions."

The spider, after being hit with the beam crawled back onto the ceiling. I went to follow it, hoping to kill it before it could do some very dangerous harm. It crawled towards one of the students talking to Dr. Connors. I grabbed my broom but, it was too late.

"Ouch!" cried one of the students. He was about 17 or 18 years old. He was 5'8" and had brown hair. He grabbed his hand in pain.

"Are you okay Peter?" asked Curt.

"I'm, I'm fine," said Peter. He definantely did not look fine. He was disoriented and sweating. I could see the spider bite on his hand he was holding. The spider crawled towards me. With one swift motion I squashed the radioactive spider. "I just need some fresh air," Peter said as he stumbled towards the door. I wanted to follow Peter to check on him, but Dr. Connors told me not to worry about it.

I met with Hammerhead and his men that night. I thought I wouldn't be able to, Sharon was asking too many questions. If I didn't make it to Hammerhead in time, we would all be dead: Sharon, the kids, and myself. I was doing this for them. I met Hammerhead in the old waterfront warehouse, in the shipping district.

"Do you have the pictures?" he asked me.

"Right here," I said as I handed him the newly developed pictures. "I guess you have no need for me, so I'll be going."

"Hold it right there," said the gangster as he grabbed my shoulder. "I can't let you go that easily. We still need you to get us in the lab; plus you might go to the cops and rat us out. Nobody rats me out and stay unharmed. Nobody rats out the Kingpin and lives."

"Kingpin?" I asked. I heard rumors but no one really know very much about the Kingpin, only that he is the most dangerous man in the New York underground. "Who is the Kingpin."

"That's for me to know, these thugs here," he said referring to his men, "don't even know who the Kingpin is. However, I like you. Tonight goes off smoothly, I might let you in on the secret."

Half an hour later, we broke into the lab. I showed him where the notes were, and where the isotope ray machine was being held. The machine was in a vault that only Dr. Connors had the combination to. Hammerhead's thugs already took the doctor's notes. Hammerhead was about to smash the vault door with his adamantium lined skull when I tried to stop him.

"Wait, stop," I said, but it was too late. The alarm was tripped just as Hammerhead touched his head to the door. "You fool, you tripped the alarm," I chastised. "The police are on their way. They will find out I was with you and I'll lose my job. And all because you had to rush in." I knew I shouldn't have said those things. I just was so nervous. What would happen to my family if I was caught. Would they abandon me, or worse: would they be murdered. I heard the Kingpin doesn't just kill you, but he kills your whole family as well.

"Well, then. We will just have to skip to that last part. Won't we?" he said. Then Hammerhead and I knocked heads, and everything went black.