Spyder Bytes
Chapter One
By Unseen Spyder.
Notes: waves HI! This is the first fic I've written that I've actually wanted to upload on here. I've done some other ones but they're pretty crap.
Susan is not a SI character, nor a Mary-Sue. She is not based on me, so please don't make comments like that. I've got plenty more of this story in my notebook so review and tell me if you want more. Flames will be used in my flame-thrower.
This takes place in the Spider-man-movie universe, but the first one only.
Susan listened as their teacher droned on and on about how to be respectful to Columbia U and all of their equipment. She felt that it was a little unnecessary as most of the people in her science class were going to be respectful to the expensive laboratory equipment and as for the rest...they would do it whether or not they were warned first.
As she looked around at her classmates she noticed that the girls were quietly talking about fashion and makeup and all things like that, things of that nature failed to keep her interest. The jocks, being Flash Thompson and his crew, were punching each other in the arm while Peter was hanging at the back of the group looking at MJ.
Peter Parker was a funny one, and not always in a ha-ha way either. He was a geek like her, constantly picked on by the jocks but didn't even try to do anything about it. He was also friends with Harry Osbourne.
Osbourne, that was who was missing. The little rich-boy had probably found another pea under his mattress. She only called him rich-boy in her head for it wouldn't be right to say it out loud.
It wouldn't be right cause they could hold an argument about whose family actually brought in more money. It would probably be Harry's, because his father actually ran and had an active role in Oscorp. But, it would be a race when it came to their personal fortunes.
And, it wasn't like Harry had his own penthouse apartment either. He lived in one, but it belonged to his father. She on the other hand lived in her own one and only saw her parents once a year - if that. They were always busy, and they were currently jet setting around Europe.
She had been going to the same high school since she had started, but he was a more recent addition. He'd been happy when he'd started, because he'd recognized her family name and had been glad that there was another rich- kid-in-a-poor-school so that he could have someone to discuss the finer points of investment with. After he'd found at that that was the last thing she wanted to talk to he'd latched onto Peter and they had been friends ever since.
She looked up when she saw a car. Ah, rich-boy had finally decided to show up. In a Rolls no less. After sitting there a minute he got out - sans his backpack. She smirked and walked into the university with the rest of her class.
Susan was in awe of the state of the university, it was much better than what she had expected. She decided that she'd have to come back on her own time to have a better look around. She was sure that she could offer a 'donation' and they would let her have a look through
One of the scientists met up with them and started to take them on the tour. She sidled up next to Peter as they listened to the doctor speak.
"You really should go digital Peter," she said quietly as she looked at his camera. He was with the school newspaper so he had to document the trip.
"It's good enough," he said with a shrug. "Why should I change?"
She grinned and pulled out her own camera, a high-resolution shiny silver digital camera. "Everyone is going digital."
"Yeah, well, not everyone can afford one of those."
"You can get a payment scheme, or I could sell you my old one..." they both shut up when they noticed their teacher was giving them a disapproving look. She shrugged and took a few pictures for her own record, this was, after al, and interesting day and it should be recorded.
She had no idea how interesting it was about to become.
She moved to get a better angle of the spider cages. The little arachnids were genetically engineered, made from the DNA of three different spiders. Zooming in, she noticed that each of them had slightly different coloring. "One's missing," she heard Mary-Jane say.
One missing, she mused, she hoped that it was loose and that it poisoned all of the jocks. Honestly, those guys were too stupid to allow to live.
She wished that Gideon could have been there, but he had a doctor's appointment. He often had doctor's appointments, all she knew was that it had something to do that when he was younger he had contracted a deadly 'jungle flu' and therefore he had to get regular checkups.
Newton was missing as well, he was supposed to have come but had missed the bus. He'd be at school when they got back and she knew exactly where to find him - he'd be in the computer lab.
The class moved on, and she started to walk with them as peter lagged to take some more photos. Susan stopped walking when her camera made some funny noises. The stupid thing was playing up again. She tried to turn it off and then on again, but the expensive camera refused to cooperate. She knelt down so that she could take the battery out and replace it with a new one - that usually solved the problem. She changed the battery over as MJ walked past her then heard Peter yelp in pain.
She looked up to see what was wrong but he just shrugged. She finished with her camera and looked over to see that the class was looking at another set of cages.
"Excuse me miss?" a voice asked and she looked up. She saw one of the scientists - an elder man looking forlornly down at her.
"Yes?"
"One of my petri dishes has rolled under there," he said as he pointed to a metal cupboard, "would mind fetching it for me?"
"Not at all," she said as she walked over and stuck her hand under the cupboard. He fingers closed around the small dish and she felt something sharp on her wrist. She assumed that it was a piece of metal sticking out from the bottom of the cupboard so she dismissed it and handed him the dish.
When the tour finished an hour later they all got back on the bus and went back to school. They got their in time for the last twenty minutes of lunch.
She dumped her bag in her locker and went off to find Newton. Newton was a geek, but that was why he was her friend. He was the best friend she had ever had and didn't care about the size of her wallet as long as she indulged him in discussions about Wars VS Trek.
She found him bent over a computer, the one in the corner of the lab they had their class in. No one else dared touch that computer for even the teachers recognized and accepted that it was 'Newton's computer.'
"Captain on deck," he said as she walked in.
"Shut up Kirk," she said playfully. This was their standard greeting.
"How many times do I have to tell you that Sisko is my favorite captain? Kirk doesn't have enough respect for women, which around you is deadly."
"Arigato, mon capitan."
"How was it?"
"Very, very cool. You would have liked it." Idly, she scratched the back of her hand. "So how come you missed the bus?"
"I was talking to Wire again."
"Is that the guy who is a mutant or the ones who thinks he's one?"
"Wire is a mutant, Txat is the delusional one."
"I feel sorry for the mutants. All this prejudice isn't fair."
They shared a grin, "it would be cool though," he said. "Imagine having such a cool power."
"Apparently you can teach yourself telekinesis. It's been known to happen."
He shook his head, "I've tried everything. Including the instructions on this one site that says to drop three encyclopedia volumes on your head."
"Is that why you had a headache last week?"
"Yup."
"So why didn't you tell me? You tell me everything."
"This was too embarrassing even to tell you," his computer beeped and he smiled.
"What did you program now?"
"It's a great debate who would win a fight between Seven-of-Nine and Kira so I wrote a video game to try and figure it out."
"So I'm guessing that we aren't talking PS2 graphics."
"More like SNES. Wanna play?"
"Sure," she said and he moved the keyboard over so that they could both use it to control their character. They had time for three bouts before the bell for the next class rang. He shut the computer down and they regrettably headed for class. Economics.
In all certainty, the worst class ever invented.
There was only one person in the class who really enjoyed it, and unsurprisingly that person was Harry. He only enjoyed it because he had been brought up around money. So had she, but had chosen to reject as much as she could of that world without forgoing the benefits.
Everyone took their seats, because it was such a dreaded class everyone got there as early as they could so that they could avoid having to sit in the front row. Susan and Newton got their usual seats in the back Someone else got Gideon's seat since it appeared that he was going to take the rest of the day off.
That was the way it always happened, you get part of the day off and have every intention of going back to school but once you weigh up the pros and cons of a few hours of freedom VS Sander's boring Economics class, it didn't take a genius to figure out which one always won.
Mr. Sanders appeared and launched straight into a talk about some very technical economic terms that only he seemed to understand or care about, so the class did whatever they normally did.
For a large percentage of them, that meant sleep. Some seriously considered bringing pillows to this class but no one had done it as yet. Kong had apparently done this in some other class but that had been years ago.
Newton opened a large notepad and started writing new algorithms and code so that he could improve on his new game. Susan opened her own notepad and started to drawn all over the back page.
Soon, she felt very tired and laid her head down on the desk and quickly fell asleep.
She was woken by someone poking her repeatedly with a pencil. She opened her eyes and saw that everyone, including Mr. Sanders, had left. "I was asleep?" she asked her black-haired friend.
"Since about five minutes into the lesson, no one noticed though."
"Good," she said in embarrassment. "I don't believe I did that."
"If you don't hurry then we're going to miss the bus." That jolted her fully awake. The bus came at three-twenty and if she didn't catch it, it took her an hour to get home - even if she caught a cab. She quickly zipped up her bag and they ran for the buses. She was relieved to find that theirs hadn't left yet.
She and Newton got out at the same stop like they always did, waved goodbye and walked their separate ways.
Still tired, she went up to her penthouse, locked the door and fell asleep.
By Unseen Spyder.
Notes: waves HI! This is the first fic I've written that I've actually wanted to upload on here. I've done some other ones but they're pretty crap.
Susan is not a SI character, nor a Mary-Sue. She is not based on me, so please don't make comments like that. I've got plenty more of this story in my notebook so review and tell me if you want more. Flames will be used in my flame-thrower.
This takes place in the Spider-man-movie universe, but the first one only.
Susan listened as their teacher droned on and on about how to be respectful to Columbia U and all of their equipment. She felt that it was a little unnecessary as most of the people in her science class were going to be respectful to the expensive laboratory equipment and as for the rest...they would do it whether or not they were warned first.
As she looked around at her classmates she noticed that the girls were quietly talking about fashion and makeup and all things like that, things of that nature failed to keep her interest. The jocks, being Flash Thompson and his crew, were punching each other in the arm while Peter was hanging at the back of the group looking at MJ.
Peter Parker was a funny one, and not always in a ha-ha way either. He was a geek like her, constantly picked on by the jocks but didn't even try to do anything about it. He was also friends with Harry Osbourne.
Osbourne, that was who was missing. The little rich-boy had probably found another pea under his mattress. She only called him rich-boy in her head for it wouldn't be right to say it out loud.
It wouldn't be right cause they could hold an argument about whose family actually brought in more money. It would probably be Harry's, because his father actually ran and had an active role in Oscorp. But, it would be a race when it came to their personal fortunes.
And, it wasn't like Harry had his own penthouse apartment either. He lived in one, but it belonged to his father. She on the other hand lived in her own one and only saw her parents once a year - if that. They were always busy, and they were currently jet setting around Europe.
She had been going to the same high school since she had started, but he was a more recent addition. He'd been happy when he'd started, because he'd recognized her family name and had been glad that there was another rich- kid-in-a-poor-school so that he could have someone to discuss the finer points of investment with. After he'd found at that that was the last thing she wanted to talk to he'd latched onto Peter and they had been friends ever since.
She looked up when she saw a car. Ah, rich-boy had finally decided to show up. In a Rolls no less. After sitting there a minute he got out - sans his backpack. She smirked and walked into the university with the rest of her class.
Susan was in awe of the state of the university, it was much better than what she had expected. She decided that she'd have to come back on her own time to have a better look around. She was sure that she could offer a 'donation' and they would let her have a look through
One of the scientists met up with them and started to take them on the tour. She sidled up next to Peter as they listened to the doctor speak.
"You really should go digital Peter," she said quietly as she looked at his camera. He was with the school newspaper so he had to document the trip.
"It's good enough," he said with a shrug. "Why should I change?"
She grinned and pulled out her own camera, a high-resolution shiny silver digital camera. "Everyone is going digital."
"Yeah, well, not everyone can afford one of those."
"You can get a payment scheme, or I could sell you my old one..." they both shut up when they noticed their teacher was giving them a disapproving look. She shrugged and took a few pictures for her own record, this was, after al, and interesting day and it should be recorded.
She had no idea how interesting it was about to become.
She moved to get a better angle of the spider cages. The little arachnids were genetically engineered, made from the DNA of three different spiders. Zooming in, she noticed that each of them had slightly different coloring. "One's missing," she heard Mary-Jane say.
One missing, she mused, she hoped that it was loose and that it poisoned all of the jocks. Honestly, those guys were too stupid to allow to live.
She wished that Gideon could have been there, but he had a doctor's appointment. He often had doctor's appointments, all she knew was that it had something to do that when he was younger he had contracted a deadly 'jungle flu' and therefore he had to get regular checkups.
Newton was missing as well, he was supposed to have come but had missed the bus. He'd be at school when they got back and she knew exactly where to find him - he'd be in the computer lab.
The class moved on, and she started to walk with them as peter lagged to take some more photos. Susan stopped walking when her camera made some funny noises. The stupid thing was playing up again. She tried to turn it off and then on again, but the expensive camera refused to cooperate. She knelt down so that she could take the battery out and replace it with a new one - that usually solved the problem. She changed the battery over as MJ walked past her then heard Peter yelp in pain.
She looked up to see what was wrong but he just shrugged. She finished with her camera and looked over to see that the class was looking at another set of cages.
"Excuse me miss?" a voice asked and she looked up. She saw one of the scientists - an elder man looking forlornly down at her.
"Yes?"
"One of my petri dishes has rolled under there," he said as he pointed to a metal cupboard, "would mind fetching it for me?"
"Not at all," she said as she walked over and stuck her hand under the cupboard. He fingers closed around the small dish and she felt something sharp on her wrist. She assumed that it was a piece of metal sticking out from the bottom of the cupboard so she dismissed it and handed him the dish.
When the tour finished an hour later they all got back on the bus and went back to school. They got their in time for the last twenty minutes of lunch.
She dumped her bag in her locker and went off to find Newton. Newton was a geek, but that was why he was her friend. He was the best friend she had ever had and didn't care about the size of her wallet as long as she indulged him in discussions about Wars VS Trek.
She found him bent over a computer, the one in the corner of the lab they had their class in. No one else dared touch that computer for even the teachers recognized and accepted that it was 'Newton's computer.'
"Captain on deck," he said as she walked in.
"Shut up Kirk," she said playfully. This was their standard greeting.
"How many times do I have to tell you that Sisko is my favorite captain? Kirk doesn't have enough respect for women, which around you is deadly."
"Arigato, mon capitan."
"How was it?"
"Very, very cool. You would have liked it." Idly, she scratched the back of her hand. "So how come you missed the bus?"
"I was talking to Wire again."
"Is that the guy who is a mutant or the ones who thinks he's one?"
"Wire is a mutant, Txat is the delusional one."
"I feel sorry for the mutants. All this prejudice isn't fair."
They shared a grin, "it would be cool though," he said. "Imagine having such a cool power."
"Apparently you can teach yourself telekinesis. It's been known to happen."
He shook his head, "I've tried everything. Including the instructions on this one site that says to drop three encyclopedia volumes on your head."
"Is that why you had a headache last week?"
"Yup."
"So why didn't you tell me? You tell me everything."
"This was too embarrassing even to tell you," his computer beeped and he smiled.
"What did you program now?"
"It's a great debate who would win a fight between Seven-of-Nine and Kira so I wrote a video game to try and figure it out."
"So I'm guessing that we aren't talking PS2 graphics."
"More like SNES. Wanna play?"
"Sure," she said and he moved the keyboard over so that they could both use it to control their character. They had time for three bouts before the bell for the next class rang. He shut the computer down and they regrettably headed for class. Economics.
In all certainty, the worst class ever invented.
There was only one person in the class who really enjoyed it, and unsurprisingly that person was Harry. He only enjoyed it because he had been brought up around money. So had she, but had chosen to reject as much as she could of that world without forgoing the benefits.
Everyone took their seats, because it was such a dreaded class everyone got there as early as they could so that they could avoid having to sit in the front row. Susan and Newton got their usual seats in the back Someone else got Gideon's seat since it appeared that he was going to take the rest of the day off.
That was the way it always happened, you get part of the day off and have every intention of going back to school but once you weigh up the pros and cons of a few hours of freedom VS Sander's boring Economics class, it didn't take a genius to figure out which one always won.
Mr. Sanders appeared and launched straight into a talk about some very technical economic terms that only he seemed to understand or care about, so the class did whatever they normally did.
For a large percentage of them, that meant sleep. Some seriously considered bringing pillows to this class but no one had done it as yet. Kong had apparently done this in some other class but that had been years ago.
Newton opened a large notepad and started writing new algorithms and code so that he could improve on his new game. Susan opened her own notepad and started to drawn all over the back page.
Soon, she felt very tired and laid her head down on the desk and quickly fell asleep.
She was woken by someone poking her repeatedly with a pencil. She opened her eyes and saw that everyone, including Mr. Sanders, had left. "I was asleep?" she asked her black-haired friend.
"Since about five minutes into the lesson, no one noticed though."
"Good," she said in embarrassment. "I don't believe I did that."
"If you don't hurry then we're going to miss the bus." That jolted her fully awake. The bus came at three-twenty and if she didn't catch it, it took her an hour to get home - even if she caught a cab. She quickly zipped up her bag and they ran for the buses. She was relieved to find that theirs hadn't left yet.
She and Newton got out at the same stop like they always did, waved goodbye and walked their separate ways.
Still tired, she went up to her penthouse, locked the door and fell asleep.