Chapter8
I did not up the rating because my sister told me not to. With that, I dedicate this chapter to her. 'Fanx a lot Sis!'.
Nalla stood, agitated. A gangster was observing her.
The blonde annoyingly ordered, "Buzz off, you despicable goon."
The thug looked taken back. He grunted and glowered at the woman. No one talks back to Me.
Nal glared dangerously back.
The thug flared his nostrils and slapped her with the rough back of his palm. His rings smashed into her cheekbones, leaving bright red marks on her fair skin. Nal was silent but she exhaled in a way that the thug knew she was defeated. He laughed, (and other guys followed) exposing his almost toothless mouth, if not, only a few yellow ones still stand. Nalla gave an abrupt look of disgust.
Peter didn't know what to do. He couldn't shoot webs, couldn't climb walls, or do anything a normal human being couldn't do in front of all these people, especially in front of Nalla. He was pinned to the damp ground by three big, brawny guys.
"What do we do wit'em, boss?" One of them said to the first thug.
"Take all their money, and then we'll see what we can do with these twerps." He stopped laughing and answered gruffly. He walked over to Peter and teasingly kicked his cheeks. He began taunting our hero of his lanky build. One of the thugs who was holding Peter shook his head disapprovingly. I don't think so boss, this kid's muscles are rock hard, he thought, half scared. He pressed his palm harder on Peter's solid back, and nearly winced at the stiffness.
Meanwhile, Nal was closely watched by the the greedy thugs. She roll his eyes, wishing someone would make a move, a smart move. I can't rely on Spider-man anymore! It's been less than twenty four hours, and I 've already been in a fire, met a mad guy who almost killed my sister, and now I'm held up by a bunch of pathetic thugs. What in the world have I done to deserve this?! Her mind skipped from thought to thought, blaming Spider-man for all these unlucky happenings.
"Give me...us all yer money, lady." a random thug growled.
"Fine, but I can tell you I don't have much, ok?" Nal could do nothing but to stick her hand promptly into her huge red and blue denim bag for her wallet. Her fingers recgonized her treasured stun-gun.
She half-smiled mischievously, she flipped out the weird looking mini-gun, and pressed it into the closest thug's blubbery abdomen. He looked stunned for a moment, and then he fell to the floor with a loud thud.
"Ooh." She grimaced sarcastically. Hah! It works! Losers!
The boss looked shocked. As he backed away, he cried out for all the free delinquents to attack her.
All of the gangsters had either guns or knives, they began shooting or slashing at Nalla, who dodged, and flipped out of the way like...Lara Croft. Peter and the three others stared, stupefied.
What is she? They thought in unison.
In the sudden wave of chaos and distraction, Peter took the opportunity to pull out of the three's grasp effortlessly, and then punched all three of them unconscious.
"Kill him!" The boss yelled at some other men, pointing at Peter. Then eight to ten men charged at Peter. But he reacted quickly; he promptly beat them all, hard enough to make them retreat or faint, but not kill them. One recovered rapidly, and charged again like a bull. Peter's spider-sense was asleep; it didn't alert him this time. Surprised, Peter leaped, and stuck to the wall for a brief second.
"Whoa! What the fu..."the thug stopped in his tracks and began to back up. Peter landed and struck him across the face to shut him up. The man was unconscious before his heavy body touched the hard ground—but was it because of the blow, or because of the shock of seeing someone sticking to a brick wall?
"You didn't see that," Peter said.
On the other hand, Nalla was shooting white rope-like substances from her wrists, fastening a load of the thugs to the wall. The boss and several 'survivors' fled in terror, screaming.
"About time I tested these," Nalla said, stroking her wrists. She made no intention to chase. Peter stared at the "webs" that held a lot of the thugs against the wall. He walked up to Nalla.
"Wha, what are these?" asked Peter.
"Don't they rock? I didn't want to tell anybody, not even my sister, because I don't want anybody taking them, but here goes," She pulled up her sleeve to reveal little wristband-like devices wrapped around her wrists, "I invented them."
Peter gazed in awe. Nalla smirked and continued, "A couple of months ago, I took samples of Spider-man's webs, I examined them, and discovered they were organic. That means that they came straight out of Spider-man's wrists, not from machines like these babies I have here.They aren't really perfected yet, as of a lot of my other inventions, like these boots, they increase my agility by approximately ninety five percent, and that's as far as I can get them. Sometimes they just don't work as well." She glanced at Peter, who was still in awe, "You following me?"
He barely nodded.
"Great. I trust you, Peter!" She smiled, "I was determined to make something out of these. Since they were organic, they must have Spider-man's DNA in them. If I could get the DNA, I could be famous," Nalla grinned, "for knowing Spider-man's identity."
Peter's raised a brow questioningly as his throat tightened nervously, "So, uh, have you got a clue of who he is?" He tried to sound innocent.
"Unfortunately, not yet," Nalla said, Peter sighed with relief. She continued eagerly, Peter thought she must've loved this topic, "I couldn't get anything to analyze it, legally that is. And I don't want to spoil my fame. As I said earlier, I wanted to do something with his webs. So I invented a substance like his webs. They're a kind of liquid which turns solid when it comes in contact with air, like what you see there," She indicated to the webs that were holding the thugs, "I took more samples of Spider-man's webs and compared them. The ones I invented tend to be more tensile and sticker under certain circumstances. In fact, they are three times stronger." Nalla breathed proudly.
Peter was still silent. Nalla chuckled, "Not much of a scientist, are you? I've already tried to use easy words, non-scientific words on you, Peter. I got the highest science honor in my school." Again, she puffed her chest smugly.
"It's a waste having you at the Daily Bugle." Peter mumbled. I'm considered not much of a scientist even if I got the science award at my high school compared to her.
"What, because I'm a really clever, young and beautiful technological genius?" She smiled widely and reminded Peter of Julia Roberts, Nal quickly winced and stopped smiling, "Just kidding! You don't think I want to be a professional scientist, or inventor? I adore science and technology! I was hired for a short period of time at Oscorp, but Mr. Osborn, the founder died, so everything got messed up by his son, a lot of workers were fired, including me. I know, I know, you're probably asking why don't I just patent all my inventions... Because I couldn't find a company worthy of my inventions," She took a breath in an exhausted way, and continued again, "I want my own company but I just don't have enough money and power to do so." Nalla looked at Peter, "And it's a waste having you work as a freelance photographer at the Daily Bugle."
"I don't understand."
"Don't act so innocent, Peter Parker. I saw you back there; you took on twenty thugs single-handedly. You don't seem like the 'fighting' type. You look pretty...scrawny to me."
Was that even a compliment? Peter swallowed, "Well, actually, there were only ten or so. I was lucky."
Nalla half smiled, unsure, "Whatever, Pete. Oh yea, did I tell you about the drug I needled into Spider-man this morning?"
"What? What needle? No, you didn't tell me that."
"Calm down. The needle is very, very thin, less than one millimeter in circumference, so Spider-man wouldn't have felt it when I poked it in his hip."
"No, not the needle, the drug."
"Why so interested?" She asked playfully.
"I'm just...curious."
She lightly chuckled, "I was getting to it, Peter. This time, the drug wasn't invented by me. It's just some random super effective spider-killing treatment you can get at any hardware store. I planned to use it at home for killing the stupid spiders that roam in my basement—lab. Don't know how well it works on a mutant spider like that freak. I guess it should at least make him weak and, or, tired for a short period of time."
So that was what made me so tired, Peter thought. He felt perfectly fine now; that meant the vile...stuff wore off. Now that Nalla said it, he could feel little throbs on his hip, precisely where Nalla inserted the needle. Side effects. He groaned in his mind.
"And, do you want to know what this is?" She showed Peter the minuscule gun that fitted right in the middle of her palm that she used on the thugs earlier.
"It's alright, " His hip was turning numb due to the more painful throbbing of his muscles. He needed to leave before Nalla becomes aware of the symptoms.
Nalla frowned, obviously offended or extremely disappointed, "Fine. I'm calling the cops to take these people, okay?"
The bonded thugs were unconscious. Peter nodded. The tall blonde flicked out a cell phone daintily and dialed 911.
"Peter, I've got something to do this evening, you know, finish up the column on Spider-man? Can you, like, stay here and wait for the cops, so you can do whatever they need you to do." Said Nalla after she pocketed her cell phone, "Please? I have to go." With that she slipped out of the cool alley into pink sky of the warm sun setting.
"Oh , gosh, I'm late for Jameson's column."
Nal ran up to a yellow cab, and stepped inside it. A rail-thin driver looked at her impatiently.
Nalla wiggled herself in a comfortable spot and sat back as the grumpy driver drove humbly towards Nal's requested destination, "The Osborn Mansion, please."
Funny, I took almost a week to revise this thing, because of the dialogue.
If you are planning to review Chapter8, please answer this question for me and my story: Is a created villain as good as a villian from the original comic book, considering a lot of main [super]villians have been overdone? Eg. Green Goblin, Kingpin, Venom...etc
I'm planning to do a Mayday Parker story, but because it's sort of overdone, I want to make a new personality out of her. Suggestions anyone??
Sorry, if this AN was longer than usual, but I'm just so lost for the next story... Please Review :)
