"There will always be that dynamic between Peter and her with the love
story, you know, keeping them apart. They're going to bring in another girl
[for the sequel]...they might bring in Black Cat ...I don't know for sure.
I think I'll have a new boyfriend and Tob will have a girlfriend; it will
be awkward and weird. She's more of a woman and he's more of a man. It'll
be interesting to see Spider-Man grown up as an adult in the next film and
third one if we get there." [Swinging action sent in by 'Internet 24-7';
originally appeared in Wizard.]
I found this info from Coming Attractions: http://www.corona.bc.ca/films/details/spiderman2.html
Cries* "Nooooooooooo" I don't like that, lol. Anyways after a long time here is Chapter 3 of The Symbiote, I put a lot of hard work into this chapter and I'm pretty tired in getting this typed up. Sorry if it sucks. -_-
Mary Jane leaned against her apartment door panting. After she ran from him down the alleyway the symbiote suit had vanished leaving her in her café uniform that she had been wearing. She couldn't believe that she had just hit Spider-man like that; come to think of it she didn't consciously do that. She didn't want to but how did it happen? Why would she hit the man who had saved her life countless of times and shared a passionate kiss with in the rain? She blushed at the thought of pressing her lips against his, his skin was so hot and his lips were so soft against hers while ice-cold drops of rain were showering down on them. She felt her legs weaken as she managed herself inside the apartment and fell against the wall painlessly. IT was impossible to feel that way towards two people. True, she was in love with Peter Parker but he just wanted to be friends, and she had a type of infatuation towards Spider-man. She wondered what he felt towards her, nothing probably. She was just another citizen of New York that needed rescuing almost constantly. But this new.thing would change that. She felt empowered by this new gift. Perhaps it could give her the chance of actually getting close to him.
'Ha, after what you just did to him, I don't think he's going to let you get within five feet of him.' She felt a voice say to her. Slowly she extended her right hand out in front of her. 'This hand, fist, knocked Spider-man across the street, it makes you feel guilty and poor but what else do you feel?' The voice wasn't her own, just something that seemed to be around her with a type of raspy, inhuman sound, but oddly it didn't scare or startle her at all.
"I feel.good, proud of myself." She said softly looking at her hand, which slowly clenched to a fist.
'Why are you proud of yourself?'
"Because everything I had done in the past has been and meant nothing. I had never amounted to anything; I was just a wannabe actress who waited tables at some crappy café for a living. I never got a part; I never made anyone proud. I was always a nobody. But now I am doing something. I will be a somebody."
'But will you be the best?' The voice hissed sounding more like a snake than anything else.
"I have to be the best?" She questioned looking around.
'You're nothing if you're not the best!' The voice yelled causing M.J. to jump. She felt a shudder down her spine.
"Nothing?"
'Remember how your father made you feel? He told you that you're nothing and that you never will be. While your mother did nothing to defend you, she let him hurt you many times while she stood back and watched. Then there's Flash Thompson, Mr. Meathead. Did he ever say anything better to you, or cheer you up or soothe you when you were in anguish? All you were to him was like a trophy hanging off his arm, or a piece of meat. Then he had his moments of making life miserable for you as well, he was a great trash talker wasn't he? Not only did he talk to you like trash, he would also treat you that way as well. How many people actually treated you like you deserved to be treated?' That struck close to her heart, she closed her eyes tightly as she felt her anger rise up. Whatever it was had a point; was telling her the hard, cold facts of what her past was. But that was the past, what was she supposed to do about it?
'That gives you the reason to be the best, hold onto your pain and anger, make them regret their wordssss.' The voice hissed again. Mary Jane felt the darkness creep over her. She wanted to resist so badly, this was not the person she wanted to be or turn out but it was too hard to fight.
She looked at her watch. Enrique probably knew she was gone by now, she would have to grovel in order not to get fired. Groveling to a fat piece of. Mary Jane paused in thought. She couldn't believe she was thinking that. What had gotten into her? It was like a whole new attitude, one that she didn't particularly like now that she remembered how she'd acted since that morning. She smacked her forehead; she couldn't believe how she came on to Peter earlier that morning. Sure she liked him, a lot, but she would never have literally almost climb into his lap and hit on him. That was cheap and tacky of her and she never wanted to be classified as that. She exhaled dismissing all those thoughts. All negative thoughts were a bad thing; perhaps she was being a little too hard on herself.
"Take us for a test ride tonight." The voice spoke again to her.
"Who.and what are you?" She asked walking over towards her mirror against the wall to see her reflection. The thick black residue slowly washed over her, as if it were devouring her. The black spider-suit was now looking back at her. An empty disguised look on the face, a white spider insignia gleaming brightly on the chest. It marveled her. She could feel her lips curve into a small smile, as an odd jagged smile appeared on the mouth of her reflection. She heard a soft gasp exit her chest. It was just a mask, how could an expression show? Or was it just an optical illusion? Her hands searched her face to feel for the large open smile on her face. The smile disappeared on the reflection as her digits proceeded to search for it. 'Just a part of my imagination,' She thought.
"We, are a symbiotic organism. Foreign to your planet." It spoke, not sounding like one single being, but one comprised of many.
"We?" Mary Jane felt a sort of panic sweep into her. Symbiotic, god how she wished she had her encyclopedia with her, she knew what one was but she couldn't remember, Biology was a lifetime ago in high school, and sometimes her thoughts had plagued her so much that paying attention to class could seem impossible.
As if knowing her thoughts it spoke again. "We are many, not a lone, but many that make up what you see here."
"Symbiotic? That means you are living off me?!" Mary Jane asked almost furious. There was an eerie pause. She stared into the mirror and her reflection just seemed to gaze on back.
"It's a mutual arrangement (decision). Your gifts are in exchange for my existence along with you, as a part of you. There is not just one benefiting over the other." The organism almost sounded angry with her for assuming the worse with it.
"Ok, ok. I'm sorry. I made a mistake." She sighed blinking at the reflection. The black symbiote disappeared off her form, Mary Jane's own reflection finally greeting her once again. A forelock of her blazing red hair fell between her eyes while she made no movement to push it aside. She looked over to her apartment balcony. Somehow time seemed to have passed by so quickly and the sun had begun to set behind the tall skyscrapers causing the sky to light up looking as if it could erupt into flames at any moment, yet it was beautiful.
"Would you like to see it at another view?" The symbiote questioned. She felt her heart leap in anticipation as she looked down. Even when she had been rescued during the fair by Spider-man and was taken down to the rooftop she was still scared about falling to her death. Now she wouldn't have anymore for sure to come and rescue her if this 'symbiote thing' wouldn't work out. She pictured herself high up in the sky going past the tall buildings and all of a sudden she can't shoot another web out and begins to fall from the sky. Blam! Squashed! Like a real spider-man caught in the corner. She opened her eyes breathing haggardly. "That's not going to happen." They said as if having read her mind again.
"I'd appreciate if you wouldn't read my mind." She said unhappily.
"Impossible, we share a body and mind. There is nothing you can hide." This didn't make her feel too comfortable. She had always thought that deep in her mind where her thoughts, dreams and feelings were buried, was a private place, but that symbiote didn't seem to think so. With that she was off the balcony.
IT was like she was flying. She, the regular girl, Mary Jane Watson. It was like the buildings were there for her to be launched into the air from. The symbiote helped direct her around so she wouldn't smack into a wall or pole in any direction. They helped her know when to fire webbing and to let go to shoot another strand. It would make her slice through the air powerfully and quickly as if she had been doing this for years. The air billowed around her wildly as she moved like a hawk. She felt like screaming for joy from the thrill of the ride. She had never felt so exhilarated before in her life. She perched sideways on a window gazing down on the city. It had been fun, amazing, nothing like dreams would make it seem. She finally got to see what it felt like web sling about the city like Spider-man, but there was something missing from this experience. The Statue of Liberty. Sure she's seen it. far off. She grinned to herself as she leapt off the building's window hearing surprised mutterings of the building's employees and went off into the direction of Liberty. She saw it about a quarter of a mile away, her eyesight having been enhanced for such wonderment. It was over water with no buildings so she began to contemplate on how to reach it with trouble. 'Jump', a voice instructed her. She mentally shrugged, she had gotten this far already and had been able to keep from smashing into a wall as well so if she didn't make the distance she could always shoot web at anything nearby right? Anything nearby, right, that was taken such a chance but then she had also seen Spider-man leap several hundred feet before, she could do it as well if she so far had almost the very same abilities as Spider-man himself. She stood back ready to give herself running room but she felt her legs move on their own, already just straight up and springing launching her up high into the air. Her stomach lurched as her body flew up higher and higher into the sky like nothing before, her mouth dropping open in horror. She thought she was going to drop like a rock into the ocean and she wasn't able to hold in her scream. Her arms flailed like wings of a chicken as her mind wasn't able to grasp what she was doing and she frantically tried to shoot out any string like webbing but nothing formed. "Oh dear god!!" She yelled, hearing her voice echo in a scream as her body nearly collided into the arm of the Statue of Liberty. Her hands shot out in front of her instinctively and she landed suctioned cup like against its surface harmlessly. Her eyes were tightly closed and everything was silent. Moments passed by and she hadn't moved, she felt like she wanted to curl her body into fetal position. The beating of her heart finally stirred her to move. She was all right; she was fine there was nothing to it. She commanded her limbs to obey her and began to climb up the Statue of Liberty. She was sure that the view from the very top of the head was something to see. As she reached the neck of the statue she again launched herself into the air and onto the head. She landed in a crouch and stood up looking out at her surroundings in awe. The city off in the distance looked like a glittering jewel with all it's lights brimming in the darkness. She could hear the waves at the bottom softly hitting the cement when she stood completely still. She then heard the soft thump behind her like the sound of landing feet and then she knew that she was no longer alone.
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Good, bad, needs work? Review? Please? Thank you? Ok I'm stopping sorry. LOL
I found this info from Coming Attractions: http://www.corona.bc.ca/films/details/spiderman2.html
Cries* "Nooooooooooo" I don't like that, lol. Anyways after a long time here is Chapter 3 of The Symbiote, I put a lot of hard work into this chapter and I'm pretty tired in getting this typed up. Sorry if it sucks. -_-
Mary Jane leaned against her apartment door panting. After she ran from him down the alleyway the symbiote suit had vanished leaving her in her café uniform that she had been wearing. She couldn't believe that she had just hit Spider-man like that; come to think of it she didn't consciously do that. She didn't want to but how did it happen? Why would she hit the man who had saved her life countless of times and shared a passionate kiss with in the rain? She blushed at the thought of pressing her lips against his, his skin was so hot and his lips were so soft against hers while ice-cold drops of rain were showering down on them. She felt her legs weaken as she managed herself inside the apartment and fell against the wall painlessly. IT was impossible to feel that way towards two people. True, she was in love with Peter Parker but he just wanted to be friends, and she had a type of infatuation towards Spider-man. She wondered what he felt towards her, nothing probably. She was just another citizen of New York that needed rescuing almost constantly. But this new.thing would change that. She felt empowered by this new gift. Perhaps it could give her the chance of actually getting close to him.
'Ha, after what you just did to him, I don't think he's going to let you get within five feet of him.' She felt a voice say to her. Slowly she extended her right hand out in front of her. 'This hand, fist, knocked Spider-man across the street, it makes you feel guilty and poor but what else do you feel?' The voice wasn't her own, just something that seemed to be around her with a type of raspy, inhuman sound, but oddly it didn't scare or startle her at all.
"I feel.good, proud of myself." She said softly looking at her hand, which slowly clenched to a fist.
'Why are you proud of yourself?'
"Because everything I had done in the past has been and meant nothing. I had never amounted to anything; I was just a wannabe actress who waited tables at some crappy café for a living. I never got a part; I never made anyone proud. I was always a nobody. But now I am doing something. I will be a somebody."
'But will you be the best?' The voice hissed sounding more like a snake than anything else.
"I have to be the best?" She questioned looking around.
'You're nothing if you're not the best!' The voice yelled causing M.J. to jump. She felt a shudder down her spine.
"Nothing?"
'Remember how your father made you feel? He told you that you're nothing and that you never will be. While your mother did nothing to defend you, she let him hurt you many times while she stood back and watched. Then there's Flash Thompson, Mr. Meathead. Did he ever say anything better to you, or cheer you up or soothe you when you were in anguish? All you were to him was like a trophy hanging off his arm, or a piece of meat. Then he had his moments of making life miserable for you as well, he was a great trash talker wasn't he? Not only did he talk to you like trash, he would also treat you that way as well. How many people actually treated you like you deserved to be treated?' That struck close to her heart, she closed her eyes tightly as she felt her anger rise up. Whatever it was had a point; was telling her the hard, cold facts of what her past was. But that was the past, what was she supposed to do about it?
'That gives you the reason to be the best, hold onto your pain and anger, make them regret their wordssss.' The voice hissed again. Mary Jane felt the darkness creep over her. She wanted to resist so badly, this was not the person she wanted to be or turn out but it was too hard to fight.
She looked at her watch. Enrique probably knew she was gone by now, she would have to grovel in order not to get fired. Groveling to a fat piece of. Mary Jane paused in thought. She couldn't believe she was thinking that. What had gotten into her? It was like a whole new attitude, one that she didn't particularly like now that she remembered how she'd acted since that morning. She smacked her forehead; she couldn't believe how she came on to Peter earlier that morning. Sure she liked him, a lot, but she would never have literally almost climb into his lap and hit on him. That was cheap and tacky of her and she never wanted to be classified as that. She exhaled dismissing all those thoughts. All negative thoughts were a bad thing; perhaps she was being a little too hard on herself.
"Take us for a test ride tonight." The voice spoke again to her.
"Who.and what are you?" She asked walking over towards her mirror against the wall to see her reflection. The thick black residue slowly washed over her, as if it were devouring her. The black spider-suit was now looking back at her. An empty disguised look on the face, a white spider insignia gleaming brightly on the chest. It marveled her. She could feel her lips curve into a small smile, as an odd jagged smile appeared on the mouth of her reflection. She heard a soft gasp exit her chest. It was just a mask, how could an expression show? Or was it just an optical illusion? Her hands searched her face to feel for the large open smile on her face. The smile disappeared on the reflection as her digits proceeded to search for it. 'Just a part of my imagination,' She thought.
"We, are a symbiotic organism. Foreign to your planet." It spoke, not sounding like one single being, but one comprised of many.
"We?" Mary Jane felt a sort of panic sweep into her. Symbiotic, god how she wished she had her encyclopedia with her, she knew what one was but she couldn't remember, Biology was a lifetime ago in high school, and sometimes her thoughts had plagued her so much that paying attention to class could seem impossible.
As if knowing her thoughts it spoke again. "We are many, not a lone, but many that make up what you see here."
"Symbiotic? That means you are living off me?!" Mary Jane asked almost furious. There was an eerie pause. She stared into the mirror and her reflection just seemed to gaze on back.
"It's a mutual arrangement (decision). Your gifts are in exchange for my existence along with you, as a part of you. There is not just one benefiting over the other." The organism almost sounded angry with her for assuming the worse with it.
"Ok, ok. I'm sorry. I made a mistake." She sighed blinking at the reflection. The black symbiote disappeared off her form, Mary Jane's own reflection finally greeting her once again. A forelock of her blazing red hair fell between her eyes while she made no movement to push it aside. She looked over to her apartment balcony. Somehow time seemed to have passed by so quickly and the sun had begun to set behind the tall skyscrapers causing the sky to light up looking as if it could erupt into flames at any moment, yet it was beautiful.
"Would you like to see it at another view?" The symbiote questioned. She felt her heart leap in anticipation as she looked down. Even when she had been rescued during the fair by Spider-man and was taken down to the rooftop she was still scared about falling to her death. Now she wouldn't have anymore for sure to come and rescue her if this 'symbiote thing' wouldn't work out. She pictured herself high up in the sky going past the tall buildings and all of a sudden she can't shoot another web out and begins to fall from the sky. Blam! Squashed! Like a real spider-man caught in the corner. She opened her eyes breathing haggardly. "That's not going to happen." They said as if having read her mind again.
"I'd appreciate if you wouldn't read my mind." She said unhappily.
"Impossible, we share a body and mind. There is nothing you can hide." This didn't make her feel too comfortable. She had always thought that deep in her mind where her thoughts, dreams and feelings were buried, was a private place, but that symbiote didn't seem to think so. With that she was off the balcony.
IT was like she was flying. She, the regular girl, Mary Jane Watson. It was like the buildings were there for her to be launched into the air from. The symbiote helped direct her around so she wouldn't smack into a wall or pole in any direction. They helped her know when to fire webbing and to let go to shoot another strand. It would make her slice through the air powerfully and quickly as if she had been doing this for years. The air billowed around her wildly as she moved like a hawk. She felt like screaming for joy from the thrill of the ride. She had never felt so exhilarated before in her life. She perched sideways on a window gazing down on the city. It had been fun, amazing, nothing like dreams would make it seem. She finally got to see what it felt like web sling about the city like Spider-man, but there was something missing from this experience. The Statue of Liberty. Sure she's seen it. far off. She grinned to herself as she leapt off the building's window hearing surprised mutterings of the building's employees and went off into the direction of Liberty. She saw it about a quarter of a mile away, her eyesight having been enhanced for such wonderment. It was over water with no buildings so she began to contemplate on how to reach it with trouble. 'Jump', a voice instructed her. She mentally shrugged, she had gotten this far already and had been able to keep from smashing into a wall as well so if she didn't make the distance she could always shoot web at anything nearby right? Anything nearby, right, that was taken such a chance but then she had also seen Spider-man leap several hundred feet before, she could do it as well if she so far had almost the very same abilities as Spider-man himself. She stood back ready to give herself running room but she felt her legs move on their own, already just straight up and springing launching her up high into the air. Her stomach lurched as her body flew up higher and higher into the sky like nothing before, her mouth dropping open in horror. She thought she was going to drop like a rock into the ocean and she wasn't able to hold in her scream. Her arms flailed like wings of a chicken as her mind wasn't able to grasp what she was doing and she frantically tried to shoot out any string like webbing but nothing formed. "Oh dear god!!" She yelled, hearing her voice echo in a scream as her body nearly collided into the arm of the Statue of Liberty. Her hands shot out in front of her instinctively and she landed suctioned cup like against its surface harmlessly. Her eyes were tightly closed and everything was silent. Moments passed by and she hadn't moved, she felt like she wanted to curl her body into fetal position. The beating of her heart finally stirred her to move. She was all right; she was fine there was nothing to it. She commanded her limbs to obey her and began to climb up the Statue of Liberty. She was sure that the view from the very top of the head was something to see. As she reached the neck of the statue she again launched herself into the air and onto the head. She landed in a crouch and stood up looking out at her surroundings in awe. The city off in the distance looked like a glittering jewel with all it's lights brimming in the darkness. She could hear the waves at the bottom softly hitting the cement when she stood completely still. She then heard the soft thump behind her like the sound of landing feet and then she knew that she was no longer alone.
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