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 a lot,
-Peachman
Spider-man Issue #14 –Despicability
This seemed so strange, since he hadn't had this dream in a long time. It was the same one he kept having right after Norman Osborn's death. He was in the graveyard, saying his last good byes with Harry by his side, rain began to fall. Mary Jane had already left with aunt may, so it was just Peter and Harry, alone in that cemetery. Harry turned to peter, dark circles under his eyes.
"Spider-man will pay. You will PAY!" he sneered, his face forming that of the green goblin, and he began to choke peter.
"I didn't mean for him to die! It was an accident! I was trying…"
"-TO RUIN HARRY'S LIFE." The goblin screamed.
"No I wasn't!" Peter screamed fighting back.
Throughout the graveyard, a voice echoed, extremely loud. It didn't stop the goblin however, who kept his attacks going.
The voice said, "Spider-man. Spider-man please wake up."
Peter tried to fend off Green Goblin, but his attention turned toward the sky in his dream. The voice grew louder and louder, and Peter let himself give into it…
--The dream ends. --
Spider-man shot up out of his sleep, gasping for air. His chest was on fire, pain stretched from the top of his left shoulder to his palm where the glider had hit him. His gaze rose to that of Curt Conners, who was knelt down beside the wall crawler.
"Thank goodness your awake." Conners said.
"No time for this, got to stop the goblin." He said, attempting to stand.
"Please Spider-man. You aren't in any condition to fight." Curt added.
Spiderman sat back down, gasping sharply. Curt was right. He could barely lift his left arm, never mind defeat a hobgoblin. He nodded in agreement with Curt and stood slowly, extending his right hand toward the edge of the roof.
"Listen, I'll let you down on the streets, I can't take you home, not enough time. I just need you to promise you wont get involved any further." Spider-man said.
"Alright," Curt reluctantly agreed.
Spider-man walked toward the edge of the building and instructed curt to hold onto him. Curt placed his hands around Spider-man's midsection, and the wall crawler attempted to hold him up with his left hand but was unsuccessful. With Curt finally in place, Spidey let himself fall off of the building, gripping the web line in his right hand firmly.
He swung around the building with amazing speed and released the line, creating another at the exact moment. Slowly but surely, he lowered Conners to the streets below. Conners let himself slide from Spider-man's grasp and onto the street, which was only about a three-foot drop.
"Thank you for everything." Curt said.
"No problem." Spiderman said, spinning a web line and swinging off into the distance.
Somehow, swinging with conners was a lot easier than swinging by himself. His shoulder seemed to be screaming at him, but he assured himself he was almost home. He had neared his apartment, and let himself just swing right to the window, slamming into the side of the building with less grace than a turtle on its back.
With his feet holding him in place, he used his right hand to open his window and hop in, removing his mask and throwing it onto his bed. He breathed shakily, removing the upper part of his costume quickly, to examine his shoulder. The cut wasn't bleeding too bad, however it was located right next to a more severe cut that he had been inflicted with recently.
"Arrrgggh!!" Peter screamed, clutching the cut.
He raced to the bathroom, opening the cabinets looking for some gauze. Peter opened the medical kit and began to clean up his shoulder, wincing heavily. He threw the blood soaked gauze into a small white barrel next to his toilet, and began to tape down more on his shoulder.
"Why do I do this? I just ask to get my ass handed to me." He grumbled.
With that, he walked out of the bathroom, his hands coated in blood. He wiped them off on the pants of his costume, and headed downstairs. Normally he would worry about Harry, but his spider-sense wasn't going off. He descended the stairs, glancing from side to side and making sure not to leave any blood. Peter took the corner and noticed the answering machine blinking.
He stepped toward it, pressing the small black button. It beeped.
"Peter? It's me M.J.. I was just calling because… I got the part! They thought I was so good and tonight they're having a party to celebrate the final casting. I was wondering if you'd want to go, it would be another great night…well, give me a call when you get this. Okay? Bye!"
The machine told him there was one last message. Peter pressed the button again, and a huskier voice came on the machine.
"Hey Parker. It's me J. Jonah Jameson from the bugle. You know with Brock in jail, we really could use a good Spiderman photographer. So uh…what I'm trying to say is, you can have your job back if you want it. Gimme a call back at the bugle, I'm hear till eight."
The tone sounded and the messages ended. Peter turned around checking the clock above his refrigerator. The time said three minutes of eight. It was a waste trying to get Jameson now, plus he still had a goblin to catch and no leads on where to find him. Walking slowly to the television, Peter pressed the small power button.
The picture slowly appeared, and channel seven news came into focus. Apparently there was something big going on.
"-ing these young Broadway stars out of nowhere. I repeat, the notorious villain known as the Hobgoblin has attacked several Broadway stars at the Concerto Drama Theatre. We will continue to follow this story throughout the night." The young reporter said.
That's when peter remembered, so faintly that it seemed like a dream. When the goblin had sped past him, he let out a small vital bit of information.
--Flash Back –
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.
--Flash Back End. —
He knew who Spider-man really was. Kingsley had somehow found out, and was going to use this against him. There was no telling what damage he could wreak to destroy Peter's life. There were so many possibilities running through Peter's head, thoughts of fear that his loved ones were suffering an agonizing death.
"He knows who Spider-man is." Peter said softly. "And it looks like he's already started to screw with me."
On the television screen, another explosion sounded causing the news crew to back up several feet. The sounds of people screaming and fire engines were extremely loud, and people were being evacuated from the theatre. In the top right corner of the screen, a small figure emerged from a window, carrying a screaming girl in its arms. The figure was the hobgoblin.
"Mary Jane!" Peter screamed, running up the stairs to his bedroom.
The hallway was a blur to him, not a thing mattered more at the moment than M.J.'s life. The mask was quickly donned, and he leapt out his window, rushing to meet the streets, and at the last minute spinning a web line. His body rose through the air, and he released the line, soaring through the skies before casting another line and swinging around an apartment.
Mary Jane screamed and pleaded as the goblin flew through the skies, his costume reeking of burnt plastic and material. Strangely, the goblin had her sitting between both of his arms, so she wasn't in any danger of falling to the streets below. Seemingly invincible, Mary Jane knew it wouldn't do any good to try and fight him off. Hobgoblin had already killed her director, and possibly her other cast mates, she felt scared to tears and only wanted to be safely on the ground. He didn't answer her any of her cries, he just continued to travel through the skies of New York, anxiously awaiting Spider-man's appearance.
"Please let me go!! Pleaaaase!" M.J. cried
"Would you shut your trap!" Hobgoblin snarled, his red eyes fixating on her. "I don't have time for your whining!"
The two sailed past several tall stories, the glider expertly moving to avoid them. Hobgoblin's cloak whipped wildly in the wind, his hood barely able to stay up from the speed they were moving. Any moment now, the wall crawler was bound to make an appearance.
All of a sudden Mary Jane began to struggle, trying to kick free of the monster's grasp. She let out a loud scream, and her arm caught hobgoblin in the face, causing the glider to spin out of control and nick the side of a building. Mary Jane was now airborne, and the glider flipping wildly.
"You deserve this girl!" Hobgoblin screamed, pulling up on the bottom of the glider.
It shifted downward, facing Mary Jane and plummeted towards the streets below. Goblin began to approach her now, extending a gloved hand out and he snagged her by her right arm. The glider jerked violently and pulled her upward, and now they were finally back at a normal height level. He didn't pick her back up however; he let her dangle by her arm, and laughed as she whimpered.
It wasn't until they approached the water that Mary Jane realized what he was doing. He was heading towards the bridge, just like the original goblin did. The Brookline Bridge sat in its magnificent position, the dozens of cars speeding down it and onto the other side, the drivers unaware of the danger that was speeding towards them.
"No not again!" Mary Jane yelled.
"Oh please don't degrade me! I am far more superior to that of Greenies psyche. I have no intentions of copying him, just distracting your friend." Hobgoblin snarled.
He let his glider slow down into a hover, and glanced toward M.J. who was watching the traffic on the bridge.
"Hey, I need you to hang out for a minute." Goblin cackled, tossing her onto the side of the bridge.
Mary Jane screamed, Her arms flailing wildly and catching onto a piece of metal. Her cries echoed throughout the bridge, causing several cars to stop and glance up. Hobgoblin was already on the offensive, digging into his pouch and whipping pumpkin bombs at the sides of the bridge.
Each bomb was hitting their targets, taking out the vital parts of the bridge that were holding it up. The top began to creak and moan, the metal grinding and starting to fall. Hobgoblin brought the glider around to the other side, smoke trailing behind him. He began hurling pumpkin bombs at the other side of the bridge, causing the posts to explode and the metal to fall.
From behind it all, the amazing Spider-man swung in, landing a swift kick to the goblin's back. The Hobgoblin fell forward, flying off the glider and onto the top of the bridge. The sides began to lean forward, falling from their rightful positions and sailing down towards the cars, full of people. Spider-man looped around, webbing the destroyed pillars together, trying to hold their shape just for a few more minutes.
"Gotta move." Spidey said to himself.
The webbed wonder released a web line, his body flipping like a gymnast and landing on another section. He webbed three more pillars, with thick sheets of webbing, praying that they held long enough.
Mary Jane was yelping, tears fleeing her eyes and soaking her face. She screamed into the night, trying to hold on for a just a few moments. From above her a gloved hand grabbed her arm and pulled her up, but to her misfortune, it was the Hobgoblin.
"No! Not you!" she cried.
"Quiet my dear, this will all be over soon enough."
Spider-man turned, glaring at the sight. His one true love in the hands of that sadistic monster. He let his legs get into their crouching position and was about to make a daring jump, when the glider slammed into him from behind.
The thick metallic wings knocked him upward, so that he tumbled over it and landed ontop of the bridge. The glider continued on its path, and picked up the goblin. Mary jane cried again, causing Spider-man's adrenaline to flow, he quickly scrambled up the side of the bridge and hurried to her.
He was too late however, Hobgoblin already had her in his arms again. The abomination let out another howl of delight.
"If you want to save her life Spider-man," Hobgoblin began "Then meet me at the end of the manhattan bridge, at the docks. We're going to have a real fun time."
Within an instant the glider sped away, faster than spider-man could catch up. It disappeared into the night. Spidey was on his feet, running towards the end of the bridge and leaping off, following in the hobgoblin's direction. The web line caught the top of a crane and propelled him across the sky, so that he was facing the Manhattan Bridge.
Continuously he let himself swing through the air, nearing the end of that bridge and praying he wasnt too late, for Mary Jane's life was in his very hands. The docks were extremely dark tonight, an eerie feel drifting through the air. Spider-man landed softly on the brick pavement and began to walk slowly, his large white eyes studying every inch of the parameter. Above him several cement colomns held up an archway, which seemed unpleasantly welcome to him. He let out a short breath letting himself absorb the darkness for a few minutes.
His break was broken by the loud laughter ringing through the night air, accompanied by the screams of a young girl. He raced around the archway, running toward the water and gasping in horror. The hobgoblin was drifting away on a boat, Mary Jane by his side. The young red head was letting out shrills of horror, and the goblin found this enjoyable. This was it, this was his last chance to get rid of this goblin, forever.
The Hobgoblin has made it clear he intends to fight till the bitter end. With mary jane on a boat and an ocean keeping Spider-man from her, this battle looks to be one of colossal porportions. This is Spider-man's last chance to defeat the goblin, and ensure the city's safety for another day. Stick around for the next chapter, which will be the final showdown, Spidey VS. Hobgoblin, All bets are off!!!!! Thanks, please review - Peachman
-Peachman
Spider-man Issue #14 –Despicability
This seemed so strange, since he hadn't had this dream in a long time. It was the same one he kept having right after Norman Osborn's death. He was in the graveyard, saying his last good byes with Harry by his side, rain began to fall. Mary Jane had already left with aunt may, so it was just Peter and Harry, alone in that cemetery. Harry turned to peter, dark circles under his eyes.
"Spider-man will pay. You will PAY!" he sneered, his face forming that of the green goblin, and he began to choke peter.
"I didn't mean for him to die! It was an accident! I was trying…"
"-TO RUIN HARRY'S LIFE." The goblin screamed.
"No I wasn't!" Peter screamed fighting back.
Throughout the graveyard, a voice echoed, extremely loud. It didn't stop the goblin however, who kept his attacks going.
The voice said, "Spider-man. Spider-man please wake up."
Peter tried to fend off Green Goblin, but his attention turned toward the sky in his dream. The voice grew louder and louder, and Peter let himself give into it…
--The dream ends. --
Spider-man shot up out of his sleep, gasping for air. His chest was on fire, pain stretched from the top of his left shoulder to his palm where the glider had hit him. His gaze rose to that of Curt Conners, who was knelt down beside the wall crawler.
"Thank goodness your awake." Conners said.
"No time for this, got to stop the goblin." He said, attempting to stand.
"Please Spider-man. You aren't in any condition to fight." Curt added.
Spiderman sat back down, gasping sharply. Curt was right. He could barely lift his left arm, never mind defeat a hobgoblin. He nodded in agreement with Curt and stood slowly, extending his right hand toward the edge of the roof.
"Listen, I'll let you down on the streets, I can't take you home, not enough time. I just need you to promise you wont get involved any further." Spider-man said.
"Alright," Curt reluctantly agreed.
Spider-man walked toward the edge of the building and instructed curt to hold onto him. Curt placed his hands around Spider-man's midsection, and the wall crawler attempted to hold him up with his left hand but was unsuccessful. With Curt finally in place, Spidey let himself fall off of the building, gripping the web line in his right hand firmly.
He swung around the building with amazing speed and released the line, creating another at the exact moment. Slowly but surely, he lowered Conners to the streets below. Conners let himself slide from Spider-man's grasp and onto the street, which was only about a three-foot drop.
"Thank you for everything." Curt said.
"No problem." Spiderman said, spinning a web line and swinging off into the distance.
Somehow, swinging with conners was a lot easier than swinging by himself. His shoulder seemed to be screaming at him, but he assured himself he was almost home. He had neared his apartment, and let himself just swing right to the window, slamming into the side of the building with less grace than a turtle on its back.
With his feet holding him in place, he used his right hand to open his window and hop in, removing his mask and throwing it onto his bed. He breathed shakily, removing the upper part of his costume quickly, to examine his shoulder. The cut wasn't bleeding too bad, however it was located right next to a more severe cut that he had been inflicted with recently.
"Arrrgggh!!" Peter screamed, clutching the cut.
He raced to the bathroom, opening the cabinets looking for some gauze. Peter opened the medical kit and began to clean up his shoulder, wincing heavily. He threw the blood soaked gauze into a small white barrel next to his toilet, and began to tape down more on his shoulder.
"Why do I do this? I just ask to get my ass handed to me." He grumbled.
With that, he walked out of the bathroom, his hands coated in blood. He wiped them off on the pants of his costume, and headed downstairs. Normally he would worry about Harry, but his spider-sense wasn't going off. He descended the stairs, glancing from side to side and making sure not to leave any blood. Peter took the corner and noticed the answering machine blinking.
He stepped toward it, pressing the small black button. It beeped.
"Peter? It's me M.J.. I was just calling because… I got the part! They thought I was so good and tonight they're having a party to celebrate the final casting. I was wondering if you'd want to go, it would be another great night…well, give me a call when you get this. Okay? Bye!"
The machine told him there was one last message. Peter pressed the button again, and a huskier voice came on the machine.
"Hey Parker. It's me J. Jonah Jameson from the bugle. You know with Brock in jail, we really could use a good Spiderman photographer. So uh…what I'm trying to say is, you can have your job back if you want it. Gimme a call back at the bugle, I'm hear till eight."
The tone sounded and the messages ended. Peter turned around checking the clock above his refrigerator. The time said three minutes of eight. It was a waste trying to get Jameson now, plus he still had a goblin to catch and no leads on where to find him. Walking slowly to the television, Peter pressed the small power button.
The picture slowly appeared, and channel seven news came into focus. Apparently there was something big going on.
"-ing these young Broadway stars out of nowhere. I repeat, the notorious villain known as the Hobgoblin has attacked several Broadway stars at the Concerto Drama Theatre. We will continue to follow this story throughout the night." The young reporter said.
That's when peter remembered, so faintly that it seemed like a dream. When the goblin had sped past him, he let out a small vital bit of information.
--Flash Back –
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.
--Flash Back End. —
He knew who Spider-man really was. Kingsley had somehow found out, and was going to use this against him. There was no telling what damage he could wreak to destroy Peter's life. There were so many possibilities running through Peter's head, thoughts of fear that his loved ones were suffering an agonizing death.
"He knows who Spider-man is." Peter said softly. "And it looks like he's already started to screw with me."
On the television screen, another explosion sounded causing the news crew to back up several feet. The sounds of people screaming and fire engines were extremely loud, and people were being evacuated from the theatre. In the top right corner of the screen, a small figure emerged from a window, carrying a screaming girl in its arms. The figure was the hobgoblin.
"Mary Jane!" Peter screamed, running up the stairs to his bedroom.
The hallway was a blur to him, not a thing mattered more at the moment than M.J.'s life. The mask was quickly donned, and he leapt out his window, rushing to meet the streets, and at the last minute spinning a web line. His body rose through the air, and he released the line, soaring through the skies before casting another line and swinging around an apartment.
Mary Jane screamed and pleaded as the goblin flew through the skies, his costume reeking of burnt plastic and material. Strangely, the goblin had her sitting between both of his arms, so she wasn't in any danger of falling to the streets below. Seemingly invincible, Mary Jane knew it wouldn't do any good to try and fight him off. Hobgoblin had already killed her director, and possibly her other cast mates, she felt scared to tears and only wanted to be safely on the ground. He didn't answer her any of her cries, he just continued to travel through the skies of New York, anxiously awaiting Spider-man's appearance.
"Please let me go!! Pleaaaase!" M.J. cried
"Would you shut your trap!" Hobgoblin snarled, his red eyes fixating on her. "I don't have time for your whining!"
The two sailed past several tall stories, the glider expertly moving to avoid them. Hobgoblin's cloak whipped wildly in the wind, his hood barely able to stay up from the speed they were moving. Any moment now, the wall crawler was bound to make an appearance.
All of a sudden Mary Jane began to struggle, trying to kick free of the monster's grasp. She let out a loud scream, and her arm caught hobgoblin in the face, causing the glider to spin out of control and nick the side of a building. Mary Jane was now airborne, and the glider flipping wildly.
"You deserve this girl!" Hobgoblin screamed, pulling up on the bottom of the glider.
It shifted downward, facing Mary Jane and plummeted towards the streets below. Goblin began to approach her now, extending a gloved hand out and he snagged her by her right arm. The glider jerked violently and pulled her upward, and now they were finally back at a normal height level. He didn't pick her back up however; he let her dangle by her arm, and laughed as she whimpered.
It wasn't until they approached the water that Mary Jane realized what he was doing. He was heading towards the bridge, just like the original goblin did. The Brookline Bridge sat in its magnificent position, the dozens of cars speeding down it and onto the other side, the drivers unaware of the danger that was speeding towards them.
"No not again!" Mary Jane yelled.
"Oh please don't degrade me! I am far more superior to that of Greenies psyche. I have no intentions of copying him, just distracting your friend." Hobgoblin snarled.
He let his glider slow down into a hover, and glanced toward M.J. who was watching the traffic on the bridge.
"Hey, I need you to hang out for a minute." Goblin cackled, tossing her onto the side of the bridge.
Mary Jane screamed, Her arms flailing wildly and catching onto a piece of metal. Her cries echoed throughout the bridge, causing several cars to stop and glance up. Hobgoblin was already on the offensive, digging into his pouch and whipping pumpkin bombs at the sides of the bridge.
Each bomb was hitting their targets, taking out the vital parts of the bridge that were holding it up. The top began to creak and moan, the metal grinding and starting to fall. Hobgoblin brought the glider around to the other side, smoke trailing behind him. He began hurling pumpkin bombs at the other side of the bridge, causing the posts to explode and the metal to fall.
From behind it all, the amazing Spider-man swung in, landing a swift kick to the goblin's back. The Hobgoblin fell forward, flying off the glider and onto the top of the bridge. The sides began to lean forward, falling from their rightful positions and sailing down towards the cars, full of people. Spider-man looped around, webbing the destroyed pillars together, trying to hold their shape just for a few more minutes.
"Gotta move." Spidey said to himself.
The webbed wonder released a web line, his body flipping like a gymnast and landing on another section. He webbed three more pillars, with thick sheets of webbing, praying that they held long enough.
Mary Jane was yelping, tears fleeing her eyes and soaking her face. She screamed into the night, trying to hold on for a just a few moments. From above her a gloved hand grabbed her arm and pulled her up, but to her misfortune, it was the Hobgoblin.
"No! Not you!" she cried.
"Quiet my dear, this will all be over soon enough."
Spider-man turned, glaring at the sight. His one true love in the hands of that sadistic monster. He let his legs get into their crouching position and was about to make a daring jump, when the glider slammed into him from behind.
The thick metallic wings knocked him upward, so that he tumbled over it and landed ontop of the bridge. The glider continued on its path, and picked up the goblin. Mary jane cried again, causing Spider-man's adrenaline to flow, he quickly scrambled up the side of the bridge and hurried to her.
He was too late however, Hobgoblin already had her in his arms again. The abomination let out another howl of delight.
"If you want to save her life Spider-man," Hobgoblin began "Then meet me at the end of the manhattan bridge, at the docks. We're going to have a real fun time."
Within an instant the glider sped away, faster than spider-man could catch up. It disappeared into the night. Spidey was on his feet, running towards the end of the bridge and leaping off, following in the hobgoblin's direction. The web line caught the top of a crane and propelled him across the sky, so that he was facing the Manhattan Bridge.
Continuously he let himself swing through the air, nearing the end of that bridge and praying he wasnt too late, for Mary Jane's life was in his very hands. The docks were extremely dark tonight, an eerie feel drifting through the air. Spider-man landed softly on the brick pavement and began to walk slowly, his large white eyes studying every inch of the parameter. Above him several cement colomns held up an archway, which seemed unpleasantly welcome to him. He let out a short breath letting himself absorb the darkness for a few minutes.
His break was broken by the loud laughter ringing through the night air, accompanied by the screams of a young girl. He raced around the archway, running toward the water and gasping in horror. The hobgoblin was drifting away on a boat, Mary Jane by his side. The young red head was letting out shrills of horror, and the goblin found this enjoyable. This was it, this was his last chance to get rid of this goblin, forever.
The Hobgoblin has made it clear he intends to fight till the bitter end. With mary jane on a boat and an ocean keeping Spider-man from her, this battle looks to be one of colossal porportions. This is Spider-man's last chance to defeat the goblin, and ensure the city's safety for another day. Stick around for the next chapter, which will be the final showdown, Spidey VS. Hobgoblin, All bets are off!!!!! Thanks, please review - Peachman