Part Two

"Sir, we have a problem." One of the Enforcers said downstairs in the lobby via wall-terminal.

Inside his luxurious, grand and impressive office, at the top floor of the massively tall Fisk Towers, the Kingpin of Crime sat in a black leather chair and leaned forward, "What sort of problem?"

"This sort." The Enforcer replied changing the camera angle to that of the security camera. It showed Wilson Fisk, a rampaging Flint Marko engaged with a squadron of his best guards. Flint continuously changed the shape of his arms into any number of hammers or blades.

Fisk grinned, "Ah, Mr. Marko just on time, and look how powerful you've become." He clasped both his hands together, "Let him come to me."

"Sir?" The Enforcer asked shocked, "That might be suicide."

"So be it." Fisk responded as Flint crushed a guard under his mighty fist. His arms seemed to be made out of sand, with no end to their abilities. In fact whenever he transformed any part of his body his true composition revealed itself. "You have my orders, now fall back."

The Enforcer grumbled angrily at the command but nodded, "All units fall back!" He screamed and made a retreat away from Flint Marko's path.

As the guards retreated, Marko stood his ground and waited until they were completely out of his path. Then without a moment's hesitation turned his entire body into a mass of sand and crashed through one of the vents.

Kingpin could imagine Flint, making his way through the ducts without delay, fueled by anger and hatred. Only three hours ago had Spencer's lab been destroyed but the product of their experiments had wasted no time.

Suddenly, the vent on the side of his office burst open and a flood of sand poured across the floor. Kingpin put his best gambling face on and readied himself for some tricky negotiations.

The sand pulled together and solidified to form Flint Marko. His clothes were still on despite his transformations so it was likely that they had also been exposed to the radiation and were now part of the thug.

Marko angrily gazed across the office and focused his angry eyes on Fisk, "I'm going to smash you, Kingpin." He formed two large hammers from his hands and readied them, "Any last words?"

"No, but I have an offer."

Flint smirked, "Yeah? You're last one was just great!" He replied sarcastically.

Fisk nodded, "You have every right to be angry, I knew this would happen, but it was the only way to restore your body." He leaned forward, "I did what I had to."

"You call this restored?" He asked bitterly as his lower legs finished solidifying, "You turned me into a freak."

"Perhaps." Fisk admitted, "However, what was the alternative? Leave you a vegetable? Unable to do anything." He laughed and grabbed a cigar and lit it, "No, my good boy, without me, you'd be eating your food through a straw for the rest of your life!"

Flint lowered his eyes, "I didn't ask for this. You said I'd be normal again."

"Be serious for a moment." Fisk responded, "You were attacked twice and both times severely injured. There is no magic wand to make that go away without consequences, but this is pretty damned close."

"I'm a monster."

Fisk laughed, "Hardly. Look at yourself, Flint. You've become a super being. Invincible to conventional damage, the ability to transform your body at will; it's all yours! Is this really that bad?"

Flint pondered the idea for a moment. He had gotten into such frenzy that he hadn't thought that far ahead, "What is it you want? You wouldn't have done this without a reason."

Fisk grinned, "You know me better than I thought." He flexed his neck, confident that he had the situation now under control, "With the recent appearance of that costumed fool, Spider-Man, my syndicate has been taking some unwanted losses. Considering in addition to that the recent influx of super powered beings now showing up, most alarmingly Mutants, I've decided to balance the playing field. You are that balance."

"Interesting." Flint replied as he slowly calmed down.

"More than that, exciting!" Fisk rose from his seat and placed his hand on Flint's shoulder, unafraid of the killer, "I want you to start a crime wave of the sort that this city has never seen before. I want all the vigilantes out there to know that Wilson Fisk has outdone them, with you."

Flint grinned, "You'll have your crime wave."

"You what?" Harry demanded angrily. He and Peter were both sitting at a lunch table in a crowded and rather bustling cafeteria.

Peter rocked his head back; "I accepted an invitation from Gwen Stacy to the dance."

"I don't appreciate this, man." Harry replied frustrated, "I trusted you and you went behind my back!"

"No I didn't." Pete replied, "She came to me and second of all, you've had all this time to ask her."

Harry frowned, "I can't believe you, Pete."

"Listen, for the last I didn't steal her from you. I know you had a crush on her." Peter said.

"No, it was more than a crush! Much more." Harry retorted pushing away his tray of food in protest, "You betrayed me, this is just like when Brutus stabbed Helen of Troy."

Peter frowned, "That was Caesar."

"Whatever."

Peter shook his head, "Listen, I don't even think anything is going to or ever will come of this. It's a harmless date, will you listen to me for once!"

Harry gazed at Mary Jane Watson entering the lunchroom. His eyes nearly closed, "Fine." He replied bitterly, "It doesn't matter anyway."

"You sure?" Peter raised both his hands apologetically, "If this is going to cause problems, I'll just drop it."

Harry smiled and patted Peter on the shoulder, "Forget about it man, I think I've figured something out." There was an awkward silence for a moment, "So, did you see what Dr. Connors was wearing today? Purple pants, sometimes I wonder about that guy."

Two thugs raised their weapons; one had a pistol the other a shotgun, and aimed at a young girl, a bank teller. The larger one clenched his teeth and gazed across the crowded lobby angrily,
"Hand over the money!" He demanded, "Now!"

The bright glow of the sun beamed down on them through the skylight. The teller's eyes widened, "I can't do that, everything is electronic here."

"Bull." The thug remarked, "You have a vault, I've seen it!" He responded before reading his pistol, "Now go get the money!" The lobby was silent with hard cold stares being traded back and forth.

The teller's hands shook uncontrollably, "I-I can't. I don't have the authorization needed to open the vault."

"Well then, I guess that's bad news for you." He aimed his gun straight for her head and prepared to fire. Suddenly, the glass skylight smashed apart and a figure suddenly landed on the floor just a dozen or so feet away from both thugs. "Whose that?"

The other robber's eyes widened, "Spider-Man!"

Peter Parker, under the costume, bowed gracefully, "Please no pictures." Then after making his entrance he immediately fired a spray of webbing that covered the pistol-wielding thug. The gun fell to the floor and the teller immediately ducked under the counter.

"We're screwed." The other one said grimly before raising his shotgun. If he allowed himself to be caught without at least a fight the consequences would be unpleasant to say the least. He pulled the trigger on his shotgun and let loose.

Peter hopped off the ground and contorted his body to the best of his ability. He managed to dodge the shotgun shells as they zipped past him. He leaped across the air and landed a punch straight into his attacker's gut.

"Oof!" His attacker fell to his knees just as the sound of police sirens came into focus.

"Looks like my tag team partners are showing up." Said Peter referring to the police, "You guys play nice now." He said covering the robber in webbing just like his immobilized companion. Cheers from the crowd led Peter to giving a little salute before firing a web-line and vanishing back out the skylight.

Flint blew apart the doors of the store. His lower body became like a tidal wave of sand taking him with it as he made his way into the gun store. "Wait here." Flint ordered the men standing outside the shop.

Inside the owner was ready for his opponent. In his hands he held a fully loaded rifle. His mouth hung open at the shock of his foe, "Mother of God!" He fired his weapon straight into the monster's chest.

"Ha." The bullets zipped straight through Flint's chest and emerged out his back having caused little damage to his grainy body. "Put it down, pops. Wouldn't want you losing an eye." His hand extended across the store and held the owner in its sand-like grip,

"What…what are you?" He asked cautiously.

Flint grinned, "You can call me the Sandman. As for you old man, well I guess your worm food." His fingers circled around the owner's throat and in an instant he crushed the windpipe. "Sorry, its just business." He commented dropping the owner on the floor, "Come on in boys!"

A dozen of Kingpin's men entered the shop and began looting the store for all it was worth. Flint knew this was going to be one for the history books and he was at the heart of it.

Now he was unstoppable, nobody could stop him. He had been born from the ruined shell left behind by the Green Goblin but now he was more, much more. Flint liked it.

"Where to next?" One of the men asked raising an Uzi in his hands.

He smirked, "Where's the nearest police station?"

Peter Parker, still in costume, landed on the top of a car, carrying two robbers that had just held up a grocery store. He smashed his hand straight through the roof. "Excuse me, Taxi!"

He grabbed the driver by his collar and flung him against the passenger section. The collision of both men inside the car knocked them out and neutralized any threat that they posed.

Peter back flipped off the car and landed on the street as the car continued to careen down the street. He fired a web-line that connected with the bumper. Once the line straightened out, Peter pulled against the car and halted its progress. After a moment, he defeated the machine when the car's engine died.

He let go of the web and glanced at the disabled automobile, "What's with everybody today? These are the third pair I've had to break up." He rubbed the back of his head, "Something's up." He fired a web-line and ascended from the street.

"Hey aren't you that guy who brought my brother in for possession?" Flint asked with a grin at the terrified officer, "Guess so." His hand formed a giant block, "I'll tell him you said hi." With that he crushed the policeman under his fist. He gazed across the station.

His men had assaulted the police station directly, an act that would have been normally suicide, but with Flint's amazing powers they had rolled over the cops with ease.

Gunfire was being exchanged back and forth between the cops and Kingpin's men with Sandman in the middle of it all. "Now for some real fun." He began to extend across the table towards the police officers, each of his fingers forming deadly spikes made from sand, "Who wants to play?"

One of the officers; held up behind the table, reached for his radio, "We're under attack! I repeat we are under attack, we need backup!"

Peter Parker landed on a ledge, removed his Spider-Man mask, and sat down casually as if he was some sort of construction worker just getting off the job. He unwrapped some aluminum foil and grabbed the sandwich that was within eagerly.
"This job sure does build up your appetite." He remarked before taking a bite. His eye then caught a glimpse of the many police cars zipping down the street.

Peter frowned, "Great." He said dropping his sandwich to the street angrily, "Just when I sit down for a bite, something happens." He pulled his mask back on and fired a web-line and pushed gracefully off the ledge, "I'm starting to notice a pattern concerning my luck."