Chapter 11
Dr. Connors opened his eyes and shot up to find himself on the couch in his living room. How did he get here? He swiped his hand through his hair to feel it all messed up. What happened last night? The last thing he could remember was being at his laboratory, testing his formula on himself.
He looked to his right arm to find that no arm had grown. For some reason, it had failed and not only that, left a major side effect. The whole time from that moment until this morning was gone.
"Curt Connors, have you been sleeping down here all night?" His wife Martha stood there on the stairs looking down at him with folded arms. "You never came home last night! Where have you been?"
"I…I wish I knew," Dr. Connors said dazed and confused.
The phone ringing interrupted her interrogation, much to his gratefulness. He reached over the arm of the couch to pick up the cordless phone on the end table. "Hello?"
"Dr. Connor's!" It was Doctor Windstrom's voice on the other line. "Oh my God, it's horrible!"
"Dr. Windstrom? Calm down. Tell me what's wrong?"
"Our laboratory is trashed and two security officers were found dead lying in pool of blood. It's horrible."
"Okay, calm down doctor. I'm on my way, okay? Just stay put." Dr. Connors hung up the phone.
"Curt, what's wrong? What happened?" Martha walked the rest of the way down the stairs to sit next to him on the couch.
"Someone trashed our laboratory and killed two security guards last night."
"Oh my God, that's horrible," Martha Gasped.
Doctor Connors stood up from the couch. "I have a feeling I am going to be back early."
* * * *
Dr. Connors arrived to the laboratory to find the police surrounding the building. He entered the building and right there at the glass doors stood most of the employees. They had all the elevators and hallways taped off with police and detectives everywhere.
"Dr. Connors?" a voice called out from amongst the large crowd. He turned to see Dr. Windstrom approaching him with a concerned look. "Are you alright? You look like someone tried to stuff down a shredder."
Dr. Connors took a look at the clothing he was wearing and saw that they were indeed in danger of falling of his own body. "Yes, are you alright, Dr. Connors?" A detective approached him holding a not pad in his hand.
He grimaced as his head continued to pound. "I've been better," He admitted.
"What happened to you?" Dr. Windstrom asked.
"I-I wish I knew. I can't remember a thing. I was the last one here, finishing up a personal matter, and the next thing I knew, I was at home waking up on the couch."
"You say you were here after everyone has left?"
"Yes detective, why?" Dr. Connors turned to the detective.
"Because that is the time we believe this had taken place. We have witnesses who testify some strange glass shattering noise at that time, but they had never thought anything about it at the moment."
"I'm sorry, I don't remember any of it. All I remember is darkness as if I had blacked out for whatever reason."
"I see no bruises on your head which would show that you were rendered unconscious. Are you a drinking man, Dr. Connors?"
"Are you suggesting that Dr. Connors trashed the lab and killed those two officers?" Dr. Windstrom said in disbelief. Even if he was drunk, he's not capable of causing such damage. Look at him?" She pointed to his stub. She suddenly realized what she had done to Dr. Connors and was quick to apologize. "I'm sorry, Dr. Connors. I didn't mean to…"
"It's alright," Dr. Connors rolled his eyes. "No offense was taken."
The detective glanced at his stub and nodded while taking notes. "I have to admit, that nearly clears you, but still, you better not leave town anytime soon until we find out what transpired here." The detective turned around and continued his questioning of the other scientists.
* * * *
Peter was at his apartment reading the help wanted classified. He had yet to tell Mary Jane about the loss of his job. Truthfully, he had never told her about his two week suspension from his job. Peter had trouble concentrating on his job search. His whole life was crashing down before his very own eyes. Spider-Man was gone, his job is gone, and his schooling is going. The only thing he had left was Mary Jane. How long would that last when his world continued to crash down.
The doorbell rang, giving him a break from tormenting himself. He stood up and walked to the door and opened it. There standing there in his black trench coat and his sunglasses and with his hands in his pockets was Eddie Brock. Around his neck was his camera.
"What do you want?" Peter said sharply.
Eddie Brock grinned. "Now, Parker, is that any way to greet a visitor? Anyway, it's a tough break for you about loosing your job today."
"Like you didn't have anything to do with it. You lost me my job, what else do you want from me?"
"Direct to the point, aren't you?" Eddie smiled. "Nice little apartment you have here, Parker," Eddie said looking behind Peter. "I would hate for you to lose it."
"Are you threatening me?"
"I'm warning you," Eddie corrected. "I'm warning you ahead of time that I am not going to settle for just you loosing your job. I am going to ruin your life. I hear your Aunt is doing pretty well."
"You leave her out of this!" Peter snapped.
"And I have to admit, your girlfriend is hot. What was her name? Mary Jane? Perhaps she will be better off with a real man like myself." Peter was enraged and his body shook with anger as he formed a fist in his right hand. "Go ahead Parker, hit me with your best shot. I am here on 'official' business. You area the talk of New York city because of your heroics. If you hit me, I will sue you for everything else you have. You will loose this apartment, in fact, I will hit you so hard, that your aunt will be evicted from her house. So go on, hit me with your best punch."
Peter's fist shook violently and he nearly caved in to his anger before he turned around away from Eddie. "Leave!"
"Very good, parker. You still have control of your anger. Let's see how long you can keep it up." Eddie turned around and left. Peter grabbed the door and slammed it violently.
Dr. Connors opened his eyes and shot up to find himself on the couch in his living room. How did he get here? He swiped his hand through his hair to feel it all messed up. What happened last night? The last thing he could remember was being at his laboratory, testing his formula on himself.
He looked to his right arm to find that no arm had grown. For some reason, it had failed and not only that, left a major side effect. The whole time from that moment until this morning was gone.
"Curt Connors, have you been sleeping down here all night?" His wife Martha stood there on the stairs looking down at him with folded arms. "You never came home last night! Where have you been?"
"I…I wish I knew," Dr. Connors said dazed and confused.
The phone ringing interrupted her interrogation, much to his gratefulness. He reached over the arm of the couch to pick up the cordless phone on the end table. "Hello?"
"Dr. Connor's!" It was Doctor Windstrom's voice on the other line. "Oh my God, it's horrible!"
"Dr. Windstrom? Calm down. Tell me what's wrong?"
"Our laboratory is trashed and two security officers were found dead lying in pool of blood. It's horrible."
"Okay, calm down doctor. I'm on my way, okay? Just stay put." Dr. Connors hung up the phone.
"Curt, what's wrong? What happened?" Martha walked the rest of the way down the stairs to sit next to him on the couch.
"Someone trashed our laboratory and killed two security guards last night."
"Oh my God, that's horrible," Martha Gasped.
Doctor Connors stood up from the couch. "I have a feeling I am going to be back early."
* * * *
Dr. Connors arrived to the laboratory to find the police surrounding the building. He entered the building and right there at the glass doors stood most of the employees. They had all the elevators and hallways taped off with police and detectives everywhere.
"Dr. Connors?" a voice called out from amongst the large crowd. He turned to see Dr. Windstrom approaching him with a concerned look. "Are you alright? You look like someone tried to stuff down a shredder."
Dr. Connors took a look at the clothing he was wearing and saw that they were indeed in danger of falling of his own body. "Yes, are you alright, Dr. Connors?" A detective approached him holding a not pad in his hand.
He grimaced as his head continued to pound. "I've been better," He admitted.
"What happened to you?" Dr. Windstrom asked.
"I-I wish I knew. I can't remember a thing. I was the last one here, finishing up a personal matter, and the next thing I knew, I was at home waking up on the couch."
"You say you were here after everyone has left?"
"Yes detective, why?" Dr. Connors turned to the detective.
"Because that is the time we believe this had taken place. We have witnesses who testify some strange glass shattering noise at that time, but they had never thought anything about it at the moment."
"I'm sorry, I don't remember any of it. All I remember is darkness as if I had blacked out for whatever reason."
"I see no bruises on your head which would show that you were rendered unconscious. Are you a drinking man, Dr. Connors?"
"Are you suggesting that Dr. Connors trashed the lab and killed those two officers?" Dr. Windstrom said in disbelief. Even if he was drunk, he's not capable of causing such damage. Look at him?" She pointed to his stub. She suddenly realized what she had done to Dr. Connors and was quick to apologize. "I'm sorry, Dr. Connors. I didn't mean to…"
"It's alright," Dr. Connors rolled his eyes. "No offense was taken."
The detective glanced at his stub and nodded while taking notes. "I have to admit, that nearly clears you, but still, you better not leave town anytime soon until we find out what transpired here." The detective turned around and continued his questioning of the other scientists.
* * * *
Peter was at his apartment reading the help wanted classified. He had yet to tell Mary Jane about the loss of his job. Truthfully, he had never told her about his two week suspension from his job. Peter had trouble concentrating on his job search. His whole life was crashing down before his very own eyes. Spider-Man was gone, his job is gone, and his schooling is going. The only thing he had left was Mary Jane. How long would that last when his world continued to crash down.
The doorbell rang, giving him a break from tormenting himself. He stood up and walked to the door and opened it. There standing there in his black trench coat and his sunglasses and with his hands in his pockets was Eddie Brock. Around his neck was his camera.
"What do you want?" Peter said sharply.
Eddie Brock grinned. "Now, Parker, is that any way to greet a visitor? Anyway, it's a tough break for you about loosing your job today."
"Like you didn't have anything to do with it. You lost me my job, what else do you want from me?"
"Direct to the point, aren't you?" Eddie smiled. "Nice little apartment you have here, Parker," Eddie said looking behind Peter. "I would hate for you to lose it."
"Are you threatening me?"
"I'm warning you," Eddie corrected. "I'm warning you ahead of time that I am not going to settle for just you loosing your job. I am going to ruin your life. I hear your Aunt is doing pretty well."
"You leave her out of this!" Peter snapped.
"And I have to admit, your girlfriend is hot. What was her name? Mary Jane? Perhaps she will be better off with a real man like myself." Peter was enraged and his body shook with anger as he formed a fist in his right hand. "Go ahead Parker, hit me with your best shot. I am here on 'official' business. You area the talk of New York city because of your heroics. If you hit me, I will sue you for everything else you have. You will loose this apartment, in fact, I will hit you so hard, that your aunt will be evicted from her house. So go on, hit me with your best punch."
Peter's fist shook violently and he nearly caved in to his anger before he turned around away from Eddie. "Leave!"
"Very good, parker. You still have control of your anger. Let's see how long you can keep it up." Eddie turned around and left. Peter grabbed the door and slammed it violently.