CHAPTER IV
RETRIBUTION
Mary Jane immediately ran from downstage, where she was talking to Peter, to her dressing room, where she would take of the uncomfortable yet beautiful costume she wore for the wedding scene in the play. 'Your voice was like the song of a Bluejay on a clean, spring day'... could Peter do any worse? She smiled nevertheless, for he was suck a sweet man, one that was worth her hand in marriage.
The only reason she did the play was that she might get recognition for playing the role in a popular play, further increasing her chances of getting further roles in the future. She was against how they treated Tolkien's story, but still, it would be a popular play.
Suddenly, she heard a hissing sound behind her. She looked at the floor to see if any snakes were there, but she found none. The hissing continued, and she backed up against the wall as she finished putting her clothes on.
"Heather?" cried Mary Jane. "Stacy? Is anyone there?"
"No one but you", hissed a strange voice, "and me". The voice sounded like poisoned honey to Mary Jane- it was sweet, yet was deadly and chilled her bones.
"Show yourself" exclaimed Mary Jane. She then grabbed a hand mirror near her and held it up to her face like it was a sword or a large dagger. "I'm not afraid to use force".
"You think that small object will hurt me?" laughed the sickly voice. "I think not".
"I'll call the police if you don't leave me alone right now", exclaimed Mary Jane. She was scared, of course. A strange voice that was atypical to horror movies was looming over her room. Who would not be afraid?
"You haven't even seen me yet!" hissed the voice. "Or maybe you would like to glimpse me now?" Suddenly, Mary Jane heard a loud pitter-patter of a sharp object striking the floor, and before she could open the door and run out she saw a large, green object leaping at her. No one was safe now.
After the show, Peter waited for Mary Jane to come out. He didn't know how long it took her to get out of the silly Elven costume, but it was sure taking forever. He had been waiting for fifteen minutes when he noticed the theatre was free of any people, except for the ushers who were staring at him.
"No", said one of the ushers, "we don't give out free popcorn after the show".
"That's not why I'm here", said Peter.
"Then why are you?" asked another.
"I'm waiting for my wife to get done in the dressing room", said Peter. "Her name's Mary Jane Watson-Parker. She played Arwen in the play..."
"Yes", said one of the ushers. "I know. What did you think of the play?"
"It was silly", laughed Peter, and the ushers chuckled. "But it was good silliness."
"I think your wife did good", said an usher. "One of the best we have".
"If not the best", said another.
"Thanks!" beamed Peter. He loved to hear people review his wife's performance in such a wonderful way. Almost every single time she was reviewed it was a positive one, except for a couple of times when the reviewers were expecting a Cate Blanchet performance instead of a good stage actress's performance. He rarely heard that good a review.
"She was worried about her singing ability", laughed Peter. "She almost got ulcers from trying to perfect her voice."
"She shouldn't have", said one of the ushers. "She has a mighty fine voice."
"Ditto", said the other usher. Peter smiled at the comment, embracing all the positive reviews, when suddenly his spider sense started tingling. Somehow, he starting thinking of Mary Jane, and suddenly he heard a scream he knew all too well- the voice of Mary Jane.
"MARY JANE!" yelled Peter. Before the ushers could do anything he ran as fast as he could towards the stage, trying not to give his alter ego away. He saw some signs that led the way to the dressing room and he sped as fast as he could up the stairs. He looked at each of the signs on the door, and once he saw the one entitled 'Mary Jane Parker' he tried to open the door, but it was locked. Then, with all his spider strength, he burst the door open and found a very strange figure holding Mary Jane the way vampires held the damsels when they were about to suck their blood.
"Drop the girl right now!" yelled Peter. At first he thought the villain was Morbius, the wicked vampire and enemy of Blade, but once the head crept up, he found out who it truly was- Curt Connors, a.k.a. the Lizard.
"You gave me away to the police!" yelled the Lizard. "You sold me! After all these years of treating me like a friend, you spit in my face and throw me in the mud! You do not deserve mercy from me!" Peter was confused by this display of emotion. First, Curt said he didn't care about the police incident the day before. Second of all, the voice sounded kind of different. However, Mary Jane was in trouble, and nothing mattered to Peter but her safety. He leaped at Curt, who threw a large piece of wood at Peter, who quickly brushed it off. However, Curt, still clutching the squealing Mary Jane, burst out of the room and made a run for it.
"That's odd", thought Peter. "Curt normally would've blasted through the roof. But M.J's in trouble. I have to save her!" While running like a madman escaping from jail, Peter ripped off his clothes to reveal his Spider-Man costume, and as he put his trademark mask on he saw the Lizard run into a certain room. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. He heard several ear-piercing screams from inside the room.
"I'M COMING M.J!" yelled Peter. With one great burst of strength he burst open the door. He found no Curt, but what he found instead shocked him to the very core- the bloody body of Mary Jane.
"Peter...." Cried Mary Jane. "Peter..."
"It's okay, Mary Jane", sobbed Peter. "I'm here".
"It's wasn't...." spat Mary Jane. "It wasn't..."
"It wasn't who?" asked Peter. "Who didn't do what?"
"Oh, Peter...."whimpered Mary Jane. "I'm so sorry...." Suddenly, her body collapsed and Peter could no longer feel any air pass through her lips. Peter then took off the mask, buried his head into her beautiful body, and cried his eyes out. The love of his life was gone, and would never come back.
RETRIBUTION
Mary Jane immediately ran from downstage, where she was talking to Peter, to her dressing room, where she would take of the uncomfortable yet beautiful costume she wore for the wedding scene in the play. 'Your voice was like the song of a Bluejay on a clean, spring day'... could Peter do any worse? She smiled nevertheless, for he was suck a sweet man, one that was worth her hand in marriage.
The only reason she did the play was that she might get recognition for playing the role in a popular play, further increasing her chances of getting further roles in the future. She was against how they treated Tolkien's story, but still, it would be a popular play.
Suddenly, she heard a hissing sound behind her. She looked at the floor to see if any snakes were there, but she found none. The hissing continued, and she backed up against the wall as she finished putting her clothes on.
"Heather?" cried Mary Jane. "Stacy? Is anyone there?"
"No one but you", hissed a strange voice, "and me". The voice sounded like poisoned honey to Mary Jane- it was sweet, yet was deadly and chilled her bones.
"Show yourself" exclaimed Mary Jane. She then grabbed a hand mirror near her and held it up to her face like it was a sword or a large dagger. "I'm not afraid to use force".
"You think that small object will hurt me?" laughed the sickly voice. "I think not".
"I'll call the police if you don't leave me alone right now", exclaimed Mary Jane. She was scared, of course. A strange voice that was atypical to horror movies was looming over her room. Who would not be afraid?
"You haven't even seen me yet!" hissed the voice. "Or maybe you would like to glimpse me now?" Suddenly, Mary Jane heard a loud pitter-patter of a sharp object striking the floor, and before she could open the door and run out she saw a large, green object leaping at her. No one was safe now.
After the show, Peter waited for Mary Jane to come out. He didn't know how long it took her to get out of the silly Elven costume, but it was sure taking forever. He had been waiting for fifteen minutes when he noticed the theatre was free of any people, except for the ushers who were staring at him.
"No", said one of the ushers, "we don't give out free popcorn after the show".
"That's not why I'm here", said Peter.
"Then why are you?" asked another.
"I'm waiting for my wife to get done in the dressing room", said Peter. "Her name's Mary Jane Watson-Parker. She played Arwen in the play..."
"Yes", said one of the ushers. "I know. What did you think of the play?"
"It was silly", laughed Peter, and the ushers chuckled. "But it was good silliness."
"I think your wife did good", said an usher. "One of the best we have".
"If not the best", said another.
"Thanks!" beamed Peter. He loved to hear people review his wife's performance in such a wonderful way. Almost every single time she was reviewed it was a positive one, except for a couple of times when the reviewers were expecting a Cate Blanchet performance instead of a good stage actress's performance. He rarely heard that good a review.
"She was worried about her singing ability", laughed Peter. "She almost got ulcers from trying to perfect her voice."
"She shouldn't have", said one of the ushers. "She has a mighty fine voice."
"Ditto", said the other usher. Peter smiled at the comment, embracing all the positive reviews, when suddenly his spider sense started tingling. Somehow, he starting thinking of Mary Jane, and suddenly he heard a scream he knew all too well- the voice of Mary Jane.
"MARY JANE!" yelled Peter. Before the ushers could do anything he ran as fast as he could towards the stage, trying not to give his alter ego away. He saw some signs that led the way to the dressing room and he sped as fast as he could up the stairs. He looked at each of the signs on the door, and once he saw the one entitled 'Mary Jane Parker' he tried to open the door, but it was locked. Then, with all his spider strength, he burst the door open and found a very strange figure holding Mary Jane the way vampires held the damsels when they were about to suck their blood.
"Drop the girl right now!" yelled Peter. At first he thought the villain was Morbius, the wicked vampire and enemy of Blade, but once the head crept up, he found out who it truly was- Curt Connors, a.k.a. the Lizard.
"You gave me away to the police!" yelled the Lizard. "You sold me! After all these years of treating me like a friend, you spit in my face and throw me in the mud! You do not deserve mercy from me!" Peter was confused by this display of emotion. First, Curt said he didn't care about the police incident the day before. Second of all, the voice sounded kind of different. However, Mary Jane was in trouble, and nothing mattered to Peter but her safety. He leaped at Curt, who threw a large piece of wood at Peter, who quickly brushed it off. However, Curt, still clutching the squealing Mary Jane, burst out of the room and made a run for it.
"That's odd", thought Peter. "Curt normally would've blasted through the roof. But M.J's in trouble. I have to save her!" While running like a madman escaping from jail, Peter ripped off his clothes to reveal his Spider-Man costume, and as he put his trademark mask on he saw the Lizard run into a certain room. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. He heard several ear-piercing screams from inside the room.
"I'M COMING M.J!" yelled Peter. With one great burst of strength he burst open the door. He found no Curt, but what he found instead shocked him to the very core- the bloody body of Mary Jane.
"Peter...." Cried Mary Jane. "Peter..."
"It's okay, Mary Jane", sobbed Peter. "I'm here".
"It's wasn't...." spat Mary Jane. "It wasn't..."
"It wasn't who?" asked Peter. "Who didn't do what?"
"Oh, Peter...."whimpered Mary Jane. "I'm so sorry...." Suddenly, her body collapsed and Peter could no longer feel any air pass through her lips. Peter then took off the mask, buried his head into her beautiful body, and cried his eyes out. The love of his life was gone, and would never come back.