'The Black Widow'
By Penniless.Spidey.Poet.
I give credit to my dad for the Black Widow idea but the rest is mine!!!
Disclaimer: Anything related to Spider-Man does not belong to me! It belongs to Stan Lee! I only claim Lillian James aka The Black Widow as my own! I'm only going by the movie because I've never read the Spidey comics!
WARNING: Spoilers may occur!
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Chapter One: How It All Started...
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It was a dark and stormy night in the big city of New York. Rain poured heavily on the windows of sleeping New Yorkers. Not much was going on. Occasionally there was a car horn or a trash bin being rattled but not much.
In a small lab on a dark street was a young woman. She looked no different from most other women. She had long, dark blond hair that was pulled into a loose bun and had honey colored eyes that were covered by thick-rimmed glasses. Her body was slim and non-curvy but no one really noticed because she always wore baggy clothes or a lab coat. She was twenty name was Prof. Lillian James.
She stood over a large counter that was empty except for a rather large tank. Lillian was examining whatever was in the tank and occasionally she would write something on her clipboard.
"Okay. Now let's see you up close," she muttered to no one. She quickly pulled on a rubber glove and pulled out a small black spider. It looked no different from other spiders except that it had a red spot on it's back revealing that it was a black widow.
"You're a beautiful little thing, aren't you?" Lillian told the small spider, which was now crawling all over her hand. How stupid I would look if I were caught talking to a spider! she thought to herself. She laughed a bit and then began to write a note on her clipboard.
Unknown to her was that the black widow was thirsty. Thirsty for blood. The stupid caretaker had forgotten to feed it that day and now the spider was very, very hungry. Slowly it looked around and spotted a rip on Lillian's rubber glove. Quickly it scuttled close to and...
"AAHHHH!!!" Lillian screamed and clutched her hand. Something had bitten her. She slowly peeked at the spot where she had felt the bite and saw two small dots, which were obviously spider bites.
"The spider bit me!" she whispered. She quickly rushed to a sink and began to wash her wound frantically. But it was too late. The bite had already infected her. She turned off the sink and rushed over to where she was standing when she was bitten.
She had dropped the widow and she needed to find it. She searched under chairs and tables but widow was nowhere to be found. She sighed and pulled off her lab coat. No use staying now! she thought.
She grabbed her briefcase off the counter and walked out of the lab. The clipboard sat abandoned on the floor. It read:
'SPIDER EXPERIMENT 321: RADIOACTIVE BLACK WIDOW SPIDER MIXED WITH OTHER SPIDER DNA'
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