Hello. Welcome to my first Spider-man story. As much as I'd like to, I do
not own any of the characters they all belong to marvel. In case you're
wondering, I'm following the movie story line, so this story is going to
take place between movies 1 and 2. Please be patient with my story, all
will become revealed soon enough. Thanks to Nikorasu for correcting my
typos. Thanks a lot,
-Peachman
Spider-man Issue #13 –Criticalities
Spider-sense had never really shocked him as much as it did before, but right now, it was on fire. It screamed and raged for him to get out of the situation he was in. However as simple as it sounds, the odds are stacked against him.
Spider-man stood, his fists clenched and eyes narrowed on Roderick Kingsley; his new biggest threat. The two did not make any sudden movements, Kingsley made it known that he had a weapon on him, and by his facial expression he wasn't afraid to use it. The two seemed to test each other's patience, trying to see which one would break first.
Karen masters dangled from the ceiling upside down, watching Roderick closely. Her eyes flicked back and forth between Spider-man and Kingsley, contemplating how she was going to alert Kingsley if Spider-man made the first move. She couldn't move at all, and she couldn't talk. Her only option was a muffled scream, and the chance that Kingsley actually paid attention to it was very narrow indeed.
Dr. Curt Conners also examined the showdown that was formulating before his very eyes. He had complete confidence in Spider-man, but then again, with all of the pumpkin bombs displayed on shelves, his confidence was wearing. He stepped backwards, standing beside the assistant to Kingsley, Karen, and watched her angrily.
"So Spider-man, you've invaded my complex. You have tied up my assistant, and are the only thing standing in my way of ruling New York City." Roderick began.
"I think you'll find it hard to do anything after this Kingsley. I destroyed your goblin data." Spider-man said sternly.
"You did what?" Roderick asked, his eyes widening.
"I destroyed it. No one will follow the green goblin path ever-"
"YOU DAMN FOOL!" Roderick screeched, grabbing Spidey by the collar and slamming him into the pole in the center of the room.
Spider-man was astonished by Kingsley's strength, in one swoop he had practically broke him in half. The fire in Roderick's eyes was eerie; it burned brightly showing his absolute insanity. A large vein was visible in his forehead, traveling from his hairline to just above his eye, and for some reason Spider-man couldn't stop looking at it.
"Let me go Kingsley, I don't want to have to seriously hurt you." Spider- man said.
"H-Hurt me? HAHA!" Kingsley guffawed. "I'd love to see that. I really would, but this orange pumpkin in my hand doesn't think you can do it."
His stomach dropped, his body shivering at the thought of Kingsley throwing that bomb. It would land and explode causing a chain reaction and possibly causing a landslide, killing all of them. Roderick pushed Spider-man's body against the wall again; one of the coats hooks digging into his back.
"So go ahead 'hero'. You can try me, but frankly, I don't give a damn if I die with any of you!" He bellowed.
This comment made Karen's eyes light up with fear, and she began to talk under all that webbing. Kingsley, whose sole attention was focused on the Web Slinger, ignored her muffled speech.
Spider-man swallowed deep, knowing that he had to do something. He glanced at the floor, his large white eyes studying the ground, as if he saw something of interest. Roderick looked back towards Spider-man, and then his eyes narrowed.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
Spidey did not answer; his focus remained on the floor and his head moved slightly, as if tracing something. Kingsley gaze finally targeted the floor, and it was at this time that Spider-man made his move. He back flipped, free of Kingsley's grip, and kicked off of the pole landing behind Roderick in a crouched position. Every muscle in his body tensed and moved perfectly, he had moved so fast, Roderick couldn't even track his movements.
Now on the floor, Spider-man brought his arm backwards, extending toward the southern wall, and swung it around again, catching Kingsley hard in his knee. The mobster toppled forwards, slamming his eye off of a coat rack and met the floor with a loud thud. Not resting for a moment, Spider-man spun a thin web line, snatching the pumpkin bomb from Kingsley and he pulled it away from him.
"Check mate." Spider-man said.
The mobster attempted to gather himself, but his feet were webbed together, and he lie helpless and defeated.
"That was fairly easy." Conners said.
"You think its over?" Kingsley yelled at him.
From inside his suit pocket, Kingsley revealed a razor bat, which he used to cut himself free of the webbing. He stood once again, and raised the mechanical weapon over his head.
"Its far from it."
The bat flew out of his hands and hooked around, heading towards the east wall and the rest of the bombs. It struck a cabinet and exploded. And so the chain reaction started, detonating bombs in all of the compartments and shelves. Bits and pieces of the bomb and smoke filtered through the room, several small embers drifted past the generators. Kingsley was cackling merrily, placing his orange cloak on over his business suit. He flipped the hood up as another shelf of explosives went off, and several lights blew out.
Spider-Man was already on his way out with conners over his back. He raced down the hallway past the dim lights and made his way back to the elevator shaft. He could hear the explosions and laughter in the distance behind him, and sadly he heard the scream of a woman.
"Curt, should I go back for Karen?" Spider-Man said, stopping suddenly.
"I wouldn't, she is a sick woman, and deserves what she gets." He retorted.
"Okay then," Spider-Man replied.
Using the palms of his feet, he kicked off of the ground and landed on top of the damaged elevator, trying to gain balance on the warped piece of metal. He set Curt down and then extended a hand forward, his middle and ring fingers pressing down on the center of his palm to create webbing.
"Look I know you're not really up for this, but bear with me. We have a hell of a lot of work to do to get out." Spidey said.
"I understand, I'll try my best to help." He said.
With that, Spider-Man jumped, as high as had ever jumped, pushing all of his muscles to their limit, using the webbing as leverage to propel him further up the vent. He clung to the wall, just short of the third floor. He began crawling upward, incredibly fast and skillful, leaping to the other side and kicking off, so that he could gain more distance from the bottom floor.
From the bottom, a cloaked figure emerged riding a glider, the tethered bits of cloth swaying as the glider flew up out of the hole and an explosion followed after. Smoke and fire erupted from the hole, smothering the sides of the elevator shaft and dismantling the elevator for good. The explosions continued and traveled upward, caking the sides of the vent with fire and extreme heat.
"Uh...Oh!" Conners whimpered.
"Curt, please. I'm trying to save us." Spider-Man complained.
"There he is! He's coming! That psycho made it out!" Curt screamed.
Spider-Man glanced down, seeing the hobgoblin rushing toward him, with waves of fire trailing behind him. The webbed wonder began to crawl again, a lot fast than before and kicked off of the sides, attempting to further distance himself from the fire.
"Its no use Webs, we're both done for!" Hobgoblin yelled.
"I don't think so."
As he neared the fifth floor door, Spider-Man kicked off of the opposite side, extending his fists forward and slamming into the double doors. The impact was strong enough to knock them forward and off of their hinges, landing Spider-Man and curt on the floor.
The two breathed heavily, trying to gain their breath back from almost being killed. Spider-Man sat up, moving curt from the door.
"You broke that door down!" Curt said
"Fire's coming, got to move." Spidey replied.
From the vent hobgoblin Sped in, on his glider, smelling like fire and burnt clothing. His cloak was in ruins and his mask covered in black burn marks. His glider sped past the corner, nicking Spider-Man in the shoulder.
"Arrgh!" He yelled in pain.
"See you around, Parker." Hobgoblin cackled, taking off out a window.
The glider smashed through the glass, sending small shards everywhere throughout the room, and bits of wood flew through the air. A gust of wind from the window kicked up several piles of papers, throwing them around merrily, and curt staggered over to it.
"Hang on, I have to close this." Spider-Man said.
He slowly lifted up the steel doors he had knocked down, and began to push them towards the opening. The heat poured out of the elevator opening, making the web slinger's face sweat unbearably, and burning his eyes. He continued trying to lift it however; he did his best to match it up to the door before heaving it against the wall and webbing it into place.
Several flames left the sides of the doors, lightly burning spidey's limbs. He jumped away from the door before it became more serious. He breathed heavily, his body wanting to give up and let itself fall to the floor but he wouldn't allow it. Spider-man quickly made his way over to Curt Conners and grabbed him by the midsection, then spinning a web and leaping out of the window.
The wind rushed up to greet him, and woke him up a little bit. The real danger was over, it was just finding some place to touch down on that was troubling him now. His webbing caught a nearby traffic pole and he let himself routinely swing with it and landed on a nearby roof. Once he hit the solid concrete he let curt slide out of his grasp, and the web slinger landed face first on the rooftop, slipping into unconsciousness. The last thought that ran through his mind was of the Hobgoblin as he sped away on the glider. He had called him "Parker."
It was already eight thirty, with no sign of peter all day. Not a phone call or even a message back at her apartment. This was starting to form a pattern. What was wrong with him anyway? He always seemed to just fall off the face of the earth. No matter, Mary Jane was still going to the party even if she was...dateless.
Her mind screamed at the thought, all day she had anticipated this great night, and Peter had definitely just faded away. She wanted him to be there so bad, just to be there. He didn't have to say anything, or tell fascinating stories or jokes, just be there with her for support.
'But he evidently wasn't up for that' She thought.
Her black dress clung snugly to her figure as she walked, and she let out a small sigh as she approached the door. It was the "Concerto Drama Theatre" the title painted in gold letters with small lights flickering on and off for effect. She studied the lights for several moments before pushing through the double doors and walking confidently inside.
The hall was magnificent, decorated with cement columns; each column having a unique design with a gargoyle perched near the top. The rugs were a majestic red; so clean you could practically see yourself in them. She smiled down at this, and continued walking past the carpet onto the marble floor. Above the floor, golden chandeliers hung, lighting the main hallway and giving it a comfortable feel. At the very top of the ceiling were paintings of people way before her time, barely covered in clothing, but painted incredibly skillfully. Her brilliant green eyes lowered, noticing there were several men that guarded the doors, watching forward expressionless.
"Good Evening Ma'am." The middleman said.
"Good Evening." Mary Jane replied. He stepped sideways and opened the glass door for her, and she began her walk towards the stage door. She smiled at fellow crew workers; some set designers were having coffee near the right wall. They waved to M.J. and she pushed the door to the theatre open.
It was strangely dark as she entered through the door, the curtains had been pulled back, and all of the backstage lights were off. Gingerly, she placed her foot out, walking slowly past the curtains. She was lost for a moment; the tremendous black curtains seemed to swallow her up. She fought her way back and was out in a matter of minutes.
"Mary Jane!" a voice called.
She turned left to see the end of the stage and the entire cast sitting at the foot of it. They were all eating on small paper plates, drinking from wine glasses. Mary Jane smiled yet again, her red lips curving joyfully.
"Hey everyone." She said.
"Hey Mary Jane." One man said
"M.J. Your just in time." A young woman said, moving her short blonde hair.
"Yeah the party's about to start. What kind of wine would you like?" The man said again.
"Let me see." She said stepping forward.
The group talked for several minutes about the show. How much fun it was going to be to put on a show of this magnitude. Not only was there singing and dancing, there was going to be a ton of special effects. One man, John, was talking about using an actual skull for a prop.
"I mean, it would add so much more depth to the play. We wouldn't be carrying it around the same if it were a baseball. I think we should do it." John said.
"I think you're insane." The blonde woman said again.
The all laughed for several minutes, before being interrupted by the director.
"Attention everyone." He said.
Mary Jane looked up, along with the others, trying to pay as much attention to him as she could. However she couldn't help but wonder what happened to peter, what if she was getting mad for the wrong reason. What if he was in serious trouble again?
"And I want to thank each and every one of you for being here and being part of this production. This is going to be a very exciting few months." The director finished.
The crew clapped loudly, the claps echoing throughout the theatre. Slowly the crew stood, walking towards the back, the main courses were going to be served. Mary Jane thought it was interesting how they were serving them. The tables were located at the back of the theatre, where the guests usually entered.
Mary Jane stepped forward, handing out several paper plates to her crewmates. The all formed the line and lifted the tops of the metal containers. Strangely the containers were empty, not even a hint of food inside. Several actors grumbled and complained about the disappearance of the food.
"Um, excuse me? Where is all the food?" John asked the director.
"Well, I was sure that it had already been properly set up." The director said.
From the door in front of them a small knock sounded. The crew looked at each other cautiously, and then to the director.
"That's probably the food now." The director said softly.
He stepped forward past the crew and in-between the two clothed tables. The cloth swayed as he stepped by, and he opened the door. A man in white chefs uniform entered. He had the embroidery of a catering service on the breast pocket on his shirt, and a smug smile on his face. Mary Jane thought she recognized him.
"Food is served." He said.
"Ah thank goodness, I thought that something went wrong with the order." The director said.
"It's all here." The man said, grinning.
His gaze seemed to fall upon Mary Jane, and she swallowed deeply looking away. The crew quickly cleared a space for the new food and he set it down carefully. There were four new trays in all, and he turned the burners on underneath them. The older containers were moved aside, and the crew raised their plates, ready to eat.
"I made this special myself." The man said, stepping back.
As the container opened, the crew was shocked to find the containers full of small metallic pumpkins, their faces pointed towards the crew. Everyone immediately began to run backwards, letting out cries of shock. The trays exploded, sending bits and pieces of metal into the air, and devastating both tables. The back rows of seats were now on fire, and Mary Jane was knocked backwards by the fleeing director.
The flames seemed to grow higher with the seconds passing by, and from the shadows of the doorway, she could see a figure standing there, and the figure reached behind its head pulling up its hood.
The trays let out another small explosion, and that's when Mary Jane knew. This was the end.
Mary Jane's in life threatening danger, she's just moments away from being engulfed in flames. Spider-man is nowhere close; he's unconscious and several blocks away. It seems that the hobgoblin knows more than Spider-man had anticipated. Find out what happens next chapter in Spiderman: Lucky Shot. Thanks, for reading, please review --Peachman
-Peachman
Spider-man Issue #13 –Criticalities
Spider-sense had never really shocked him as much as it did before, but right now, it was on fire. It screamed and raged for him to get out of the situation he was in. However as simple as it sounds, the odds are stacked against him.
Spider-man stood, his fists clenched and eyes narrowed on Roderick Kingsley; his new biggest threat. The two did not make any sudden movements, Kingsley made it known that he had a weapon on him, and by his facial expression he wasn't afraid to use it. The two seemed to test each other's patience, trying to see which one would break first.
Karen masters dangled from the ceiling upside down, watching Roderick closely. Her eyes flicked back and forth between Spider-man and Kingsley, contemplating how she was going to alert Kingsley if Spider-man made the first move. She couldn't move at all, and she couldn't talk. Her only option was a muffled scream, and the chance that Kingsley actually paid attention to it was very narrow indeed.
Dr. Curt Conners also examined the showdown that was formulating before his very eyes. He had complete confidence in Spider-man, but then again, with all of the pumpkin bombs displayed on shelves, his confidence was wearing. He stepped backwards, standing beside the assistant to Kingsley, Karen, and watched her angrily.
"So Spider-man, you've invaded my complex. You have tied up my assistant, and are the only thing standing in my way of ruling New York City." Roderick began.
"I think you'll find it hard to do anything after this Kingsley. I destroyed your goblin data." Spider-man said sternly.
"You did what?" Roderick asked, his eyes widening.
"I destroyed it. No one will follow the green goblin path ever-"
"YOU DAMN FOOL!" Roderick screeched, grabbing Spidey by the collar and slamming him into the pole in the center of the room.
Spider-man was astonished by Kingsley's strength, in one swoop he had practically broke him in half. The fire in Roderick's eyes was eerie; it burned brightly showing his absolute insanity. A large vein was visible in his forehead, traveling from his hairline to just above his eye, and for some reason Spider-man couldn't stop looking at it.
"Let me go Kingsley, I don't want to have to seriously hurt you." Spider- man said.
"H-Hurt me? HAHA!" Kingsley guffawed. "I'd love to see that. I really would, but this orange pumpkin in my hand doesn't think you can do it."
His stomach dropped, his body shivering at the thought of Kingsley throwing that bomb. It would land and explode causing a chain reaction and possibly causing a landslide, killing all of them. Roderick pushed Spider-man's body against the wall again; one of the coats hooks digging into his back.
"So go ahead 'hero'. You can try me, but frankly, I don't give a damn if I die with any of you!" He bellowed.
This comment made Karen's eyes light up with fear, and she began to talk under all that webbing. Kingsley, whose sole attention was focused on the Web Slinger, ignored her muffled speech.
Spider-man swallowed deep, knowing that he had to do something. He glanced at the floor, his large white eyes studying the ground, as if he saw something of interest. Roderick looked back towards Spider-man, and then his eyes narrowed.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
Spidey did not answer; his focus remained on the floor and his head moved slightly, as if tracing something. Kingsley gaze finally targeted the floor, and it was at this time that Spider-man made his move. He back flipped, free of Kingsley's grip, and kicked off of the pole landing behind Roderick in a crouched position. Every muscle in his body tensed and moved perfectly, he had moved so fast, Roderick couldn't even track his movements.
Now on the floor, Spider-man brought his arm backwards, extending toward the southern wall, and swung it around again, catching Kingsley hard in his knee. The mobster toppled forwards, slamming his eye off of a coat rack and met the floor with a loud thud. Not resting for a moment, Spider-man spun a thin web line, snatching the pumpkin bomb from Kingsley and he pulled it away from him.
"Check mate." Spider-man said.
The mobster attempted to gather himself, but his feet were webbed together, and he lie helpless and defeated.
"That was fairly easy." Conners said.
"You think its over?" Kingsley yelled at him.
From inside his suit pocket, Kingsley revealed a razor bat, which he used to cut himself free of the webbing. He stood once again, and raised the mechanical weapon over his head.
"Its far from it."
The bat flew out of his hands and hooked around, heading towards the east wall and the rest of the bombs. It struck a cabinet and exploded. And so the chain reaction started, detonating bombs in all of the compartments and shelves. Bits and pieces of the bomb and smoke filtered through the room, several small embers drifted past the generators. Kingsley was cackling merrily, placing his orange cloak on over his business suit. He flipped the hood up as another shelf of explosives went off, and several lights blew out.
Spider-Man was already on his way out with conners over his back. He raced down the hallway past the dim lights and made his way back to the elevator shaft. He could hear the explosions and laughter in the distance behind him, and sadly he heard the scream of a woman.
"Curt, should I go back for Karen?" Spider-Man said, stopping suddenly.
"I wouldn't, she is a sick woman, and deserves what she gets." He retorted.
"Okay then," Spider-Man replied.
Using the palms of his feet, he kicked off of the ground and landed on top of the damaged elevator, trying to gain balance on the warped piece of metal. He set Curt down and then extended a hand forward, his middle and ring fingers pressing down on the center of his palm to create webbing.
"Look I know you're not really up for this, but bear with me. We have a hell of a lot of work to do to get out." Spidey said.
"I understand, I'll try my best to help." He said.
With that, Spider-Man jumped, as high as had ever jumped, pushing all of his muscles to their limit, using the webbing as leverage to propel him further up the vent. He clung to the wall, just short of the third floor. He began crawling upward, incredibly fast and skillful, leaping to the other side and kicking off, so that he could gain more distance from the bottom floor.
From the bottom, a cloaked figure emerged riding a glider, the tethered bits of cloth swaying as the glider flew up out of the hole and an explosion followed after. Smoke and fire erupted from the hole, smothering the sides of the elevator shaft and dismantling the elevator for good. The explosions continued and traveled upward, caking the sides of the vent with fire and extreme heat.
"Uh...Oh!" Conners whimpered.
"Curt, please. I'm trying to save us." Spider-Man complained.
"There he is! He's coming! That psycho made it out!" Curt screamed.
Spider-Man glanced down, seeing the hobgoblin rushing toward him, with waves of fire trailing behind him. The webbed wonder began to crawl again, a lot fast than before and kicked off of the sides, attempting to further distance himself from the fire.
"Its no use Webs, we're both done for!" Hobgoblin yelled.
"I don't think so."
As he neared the fifth floor door, Spider-Man kicked off of the opposite side, extending his fists forward and slamming into the double doors. The impact was strong enough to knock them forward and off of their hinges, landing Spider-Man and curt on the floor.
The two breathed heavily, trying to gain their breath back from almost being killed. Spider-Man sat up, moving curt from the door.
"You broke that door down!" Curt said
"Fire's coming, got to move." Spidey replied.
From the vent hobgoblin Sped in, on his glider, smelling like fire and burnt clothing. His cloak was in ruins and his mask covered in black burn marks. His glider sped past the corner, nicking Spider-Man in the shoulder.
"Arrgh!" He yelled in pain.
"See you around, Parker." Hobgoblin cackled, taking off out a window.
The glider smashed through the glass, sending small shards everywhere throughout the room, and bits of wood flew through the air. A gust of wind from the window kicked up several piles of papers, throwing them around merrily, and curt staggered over to it.
"Hang on, I have to close this." Spider-Man said.
He slowly lifted up the steel doors he had knocked down, and began to push them towards the opening. The heat poured out of the elevator opening, making the web slinger's face sweat unbearably, and burning his eyes. He continued trying to lift it however; he did his best to match it up to the door before heaving it against the wall and webbing it into place.
Several flames left the sides of the doors, lightly burning spidey's limbs. He jumped away from the door before it became more serious. He breathed heavily, his body wanting to give up and let itself fall to the floor but he wouldn't allow it. Spider-man quickly made his way over to Curt Conners and grabbed him by the midsection, then spinning a web and leaping out of the window.
The wind rushed up to greet him, and woke him up a little bit. The real danger was over, it was just finding some place to touch down on that was troubling him now. His webbing caught a nearby traffic pole and he let himself routinely swing with it and landed on a nearby roof. Once he hit the solid concrete he let curt slide out of his grasp, and the web slinger landed face first on the rooftop, slipping into unconsciousness. The last thought that ran through his mind was of the Hobgoblin as he sped away on the glider. He had called him "Parker."
It was already eight thirty, with no sign of peter all day. Not a phone call or even a message back at her apartment. This was starting to form a pattern. What was wrong with him anyway? He always seemed to just fall off the face of the earth. No matter, Mary Jane was still going to the party even if she was...dateless.
Her mind screamed at the thought, all day she had anticipated this great night, and Peter had definitely just faded away. She wanted him to be there so bad, just to be there. He didn't have to say anything, or tell fascinating stories or jokes, just be there with her for support.
'But he evidently wasn't up for that' She thought.
Her black dress clung snugly to her figure as she walked, and she let out a small sigh as she approached the door. It was the "Concerto Drama Theatre" the title painted in gold letters with small lights flickering on and off for effect. She studied the lights for several moments before pushing through the double doors and walking confidently inside.
The hall was magnificent, decorated with cement columns; each column having a unique design with a gargoyle perched near the top. The rugs were a majestic red; so clean you could practically see yourself in them. She smiled down at this, and continued walking past the carpet onto the marble floor. Above the floor, golden chandeliers hung, lighting the main hallway and giving it a comfortable feel. At the very top of the ceiling were paintings of people way before her time, barely covered in clothing, but painted incredibly skillfully. Her brilliant green eyes lowered, noticing there were several men that guarded the doors, watching forward expressionless.
"Good Evening Ma'am." The middleman said.
"Good Evening." Mary Jane replied. He stepped sideways and opened the glass door for her, and she began her walk towards the stage door. She smiled at fellow crew workers; some set designers were having coffee near the right wall. They waved to M.J. and she pushed the door to the theatre open.
It was strangely dark as she entered through the door, the curtains had been pulled back, and all of the backstage lights were off. Gingerly, she placed her foot out, walking slowly past the curtains. She was lost for a moment; the tremendous black curtains seemed to swallow her up. She fought her way back and was out in a matter of minutes.
"Mary Jane!" a voice called.
She turned left to see the end of the stage and the entire cast sitting at the foot of it. They were all eating on small paper plates, drinking from wine glasses. Mary Jane smiled yet again, her red lips curving joyfully.
"Hey everyone." She said.
"Hey Mary Jane." One man said
"M.J. Your just in time." A young woman said, moving her short blonde hair.
"Yeah the party's about to start. What kind of wine would you like?" The man said again.
"Let me see." She said stepping forward.
The group talked for several minutes about the show. How much fun it was going to be to put on a show of this magnitude. Not only was there singing and dancing, there was going to be a ton of special effects. One man, John, was talking about using an actual skull for a prop.
"I mean, it would add so much more depth to the play. We wouldn't be carrying it around the same if it were a baseball. I think we should do it." John said.
"I think you're insane." The blonde woman said again.
The all laughed for several minutes, before being interrupted by the director.
"Attention everyone." He said.
Mary Jane looked up, along with the others, trying to pay as much attention to him as she could. However she couldn't help but wonder what happened to peter, what if she was getting mad for the wrong reason. What if he was in serious trouble again?
"And I want to thank each and every one of you for being here and being part of this production. This is going to be a very exciting few months." The director finished.
The crew clapped loudly, the claps echoing throughout the theatre. Slowly the crew stood, walking towards the back, the main courses were going to be served. Mary Jane thought it was interesting how they were serving them. The tables were located at the back of the theatre, where the guests usually entered.
Mary Jane stepped forward, handing out several paper plates to her crewmates. The all formed the line and lifted the tops of the metal containers. Strangely the containers were empty, not even a hint of food inside. Several actors grumbled and complained about the disappearance of the food.
"Um, excuse me? Where is all the food?" John asked the director.
"Well, I was sure that it had already been properly set up." The director said.
From the door in front of them a small knock sounded. The crew looked at each other cautiously, and then to the director.
"That's probably the food now." The director said softly.
He stepped forward past the crew and in-between the two clothed tables. The cloth swayed as he stepped by, and he opened the door. A man in white chefs uniform entered. He had the embroidery of a catering service on the breast pocket on his shirt, and a smug smile on his face. Mary Jane thought she recognized him.
"Food is served." He said.
"Ah thank goodness, I thought that something went wrong with the order." The director said.
"It's all here." The man said, grinning.
His gaze seemed to fall upon Mary Jane, and she swallowed deeply looking away. The crew quickly cleared a space for the new food and he set it down carefully. There were four new trays in all, and he turned the burners on underneath them. The older containers were moved aside, and the crew raised their plates, ready to eat.
"I made this special myself." The man said, stepping back.
As the container opened, the crew was shocked to find the containers full of small metallic pumpkins, their faces pointed towards the crew. Everyone immediately began to run backwards, letting out cries of shock. The trays exploded, sending bits and pieces of metal into the air, and devastating both tables. The back rows of seats were now on fire, and Mary Jane was knocked backwards by the fleeing director.
The flames seemed to grow higher with the seconds passing by, and from the shadows of the doorway, she could see a figure standing there, and the figure reached behind its head pulling up its hood.
The trays let out another small explosion, and that's when Mary Jane knew. This was the end.
Mary Jane's in life threatening danger, she's just moments away from being engulfed in flames. Spider-man is nowhere close; he's unconscious and several blocks away. It seems that the hobgoblin knows more than Spider-man had anticipated. Find out what happens next chapter in Spiderman: Lucky Shot. Thanks, for reading, please review --Peachman