This chapter was so incredibly hard to write! It's the most difficult thing I've ever had to write, so that's why it's late, plus it's longer than all the other chapters, so enjoy! There's only one more chapter left! :(

Surprise, Surprise!

Part 15

Chaos circled off again, casually chucking razor bats left and right. Peter began to round up as many as he could, but it was hard when you were blocking a punch that would shatter your jaw with one hand and shooting webs all over the place with the other.

He had to abandon his attempts to web up the bats eventually and focus his attention on Chaos, leaving the small white and blue dots below that were police cars to deal with the weapons.

"A few toys too much for you to handle, ittle wittle Petey?" Chaos taunted in a baby voice. Peter felt his blood pressure rise, but bit down on the urge to stomp his foot like a little kid and demand to go home, instead channelling his anger into something more positive.

He swung down towards Chaos at the speed of light and managed to glance his jaw as he swooped past, but it didn't do much damage. Chaos simply got even angrier and flew after Peter to wreak his revenge on him.

Oops, Peter thought. Ok, mental note number 347, do not get Chaos mad. He finished the thought just in time to duck a razor bat, and a nasty right jab. Instead, he received a blow to the ribs that made him catch his breath and his eyes watered; never mind what Harry had said about Chaos not being on the same level as the Goblin, his aching ribs were telling him otherwise. He tumbled from his web and quickly caught himself with another.

Still smarting from his wounds, he decided to retreat a little and play defensive for a while. He aimed for the nearest rooftop and rolled onto the gravely surface, clumsily trying to shield his chest as stones flew up everywhere. As quickly as he could he got to his feet into a ready stance, then was surprised to find Chaos was nowhere in sight. He frowned and turned a full circle, but still came up with nothing.

"Hmmm. Perhaps he got tired and gave up." Peter said to himself hopefully, but somewhere inside he knew he was wrong. He shot out a web and started swinging, singing quietly for his self-amusement, "Chaos? Chaaaaaaos? Here doggy doggy!"

He was right about being wrong. Chaos was a couple of hundred metres away, terrorizing the pedestrians on the street below who'd stopped to gape at the super villain and superhero duke it out. Diving off the edge of the roof he'd briefly stopped at, Peter's heart sank to somewhere around his toes as he caught sight of a flash of red hair amongst the many blondes and brunettes.

Mary Jane.

He swore angrily, before shooting out two webs and shooting himself to the scene. It was only when he got closer he realised that he was right outside the theatre MJ was scheduled to rehearse at that afternoon after a bit of shopping, and sure enough, he spotted at least five heavy shopping bags in her hands.

Chaos turned as Peter came nearer, his attention momentarily off harassing the crowd by swooping down with the blades of his glider out and ready, before flying back up at the last moment. It had a wonderful effect on the various shoppers, they screamed and pushed and generally just caused havoc.

MJ suddenly spotted Chaos looking directly at her. She froze, and Peter could have throttled her. "No MJ! Run!" He cried, and she broke from her trance, her eyes briefly flicking to meet Peter's before darting back to Chaos and his leer. She sensibly decided to take her boyfriend's advice and dumped her shopping on the floor before pegging it to the nearest building whilst trying not to knock anyone over.

It was too late. Chaos advanced on her quickly, carving a pathway through the crowd, and swung her up onto the glider as easily as if he'd been waiting for just the perfect moment. Screaming, she tugged in vain at the huge arm pinning her to his side, tears of pain and fear leaking from her eyes.

Peter's eyes narrowed dangerously, and he flung himself at Chaos, seeing red. Nobody messed with his MJ. Not even whackos in Halloween costumes. Better make that especially not whackos in Halloween costumes.

As he soared to her almost in slow motion, MJ managed to twist round a little in his grasp, and without ceremony, kicked him where it hurt. Chaos yelped despite the armour, almost dropping her, and before Peter was even five metres from him, Chaos switched his grip, and, holding MJ suspended only by her neck, let her drop after a second of suspense.

"Bitch!" Chaos yelled, and couldn't resist watching for a few seconds as MJ tumbled, screaming, to her death.

Peter's scream mingled with MJ's, and he changed direction from forwards to downwards, hurtling after her with startling speed. He used the same trick he'd pulled on Aunt May to bring himself closer, shooting out two webs to her stomach and flinging himself to her. He didn't want to watch; MJ was nearly a metre away from becoming a pancake on the road, but he forced his eyes open and gasped as his hand closed on her wrist. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and quickly shot out another web with his spare hand, flying to safety. Dropping her off back with the rest of the crowd, he then whipped round to find where Chaos had got to.

It turned out Chaos was busy… doing some demolition work? Peter shrugged mentally and swung cautiously to the scene, alighting on a digger; nearby he was leaning into the cab of a huge demolition crane with a massive, spherical weight on the end of a long shining chain, that Peter presumed would wreck any building pretty quickly from the look of it.

As of yet the villain hadn't noticed him, being preoccupied with getting the crane to work for whatever reason he wanted it to. Peter saw and took the opportunity to swing down and slam into an unwary Chaos with his feet, knocking him clean off his glider and into the mud a few feet below.

"That was for MJ!" Peter yelled triumphantly. He landed a couple of metres away and the glider span off and imbedded itself into a mound of gravel, spraying the chips of granite everywhere; Peter shielded his head with his arms and the gathering crowd emitted a few girlish screams as they were sprayed.

Chaos shook his head to clear the dizziness from it, and quickly began to finger the pad on the inside of his wrist that controlled the glider, but he was too slow. Peter ran and slammed a punch into the side of his head which knocked him over again, onto his back, sliding in the mud.

He lay there, a sly grin fixing his face that Peter couldn't see as he advanced on him, and for a moment Peter thought he'd given up, until, at the last second Chaos swung his legs out and kicked Peter's shins. He crumpled to the floor next to Chaos, who pounced to his feet.

"That," Chaos growled low in his throat, "Was for being a goddamn pain in the ass." He finished dryly.

Peter groaned and rolled to his feet, wincing as a stab of pain shot up his legs. Damn, that hurt, he thought, and once more his estimation of the enemy rose slightly.

"Yeah?" Peter retorted, "Well it hasn't exactly been fairytales and cotton candy knowing you either!" On the last word Peter swung his leg up and kicked Chaos in the ribs, followed by a sharp punch to the face and a spin kick to his neck. He staggered backwards under the blows, the first one having taken him so completely unaware that he didn't have time to block the others. Then he gathered the wits to duck the next kick, and Peter's leg came down on air.

He gasped as Chaos returned the favour and sent him reeling back with a nasty kick, but landed on his feet with a squelch in the mud by performing a neat back flip. The fight was on, and for a while it looked like Peter was winning, at least the crowd seemed to think so; they cheered and clapped whenever Peter got the upper hand and booed when Chaos punched him in the ribs.

That was, until Chaos, suddenly fed up with fighting, hopped on his glider and left Peter in the dirt. He flew up, back to the crane, swaying a little, and flicked the 'on' switch with one fluid motion. A few metres above his head, the chain shook and the gears clanked and the wrecking ball slowly started swinging back and forth. Peter landed on the yellow metal a few seconds later, clinging to the vertical surface with his toes and fingertips. Chaos spared him a glance and growled before hurriedly flicking a few buttons, apparently randomly, until the great metal ball above them began to swing faster, it's path becoming a huge circle over their heads.

Peter reached up to switch it off, not sure why Chaos wanted it on in the first place but figuring it couldn't be for a good reason, but Chaos gave him a punch on his nose that made it rather hard to concentrate. His hand darted back to his nose, which had started to bleed, and Chaos took the opportunity to barrel into Peter and knock him back to the floor. He groaned and began to sit up as Chaos swooped down low again and bundled him roughly onto the glider. Peter tried to stay awake and focused, but he was losing a lot of blood. Did nosebleeds usually last this long? He thought hazily. Or hurt this much?

Fighting down the nausea, he found himself dumped on the top of a building, cackling sounding in his ears. He stood up a little shakily, then suddenly ducked back down. The huge metallic sphere whistled over his head not a second too early and he breathed a sigh of relief, thanking his spider sense, and watching as Chaos flew above the huge chain to avoid it. Peter didn't stand up again, instead crawling to the edge of the building and looking over.

He could see the small multi-coloured dots that were people. He looked harder and noticed they seemed to be running away from something, faint screams reaching his ears as they stumbled over each other to get away from… what? Squinting, he saw there was a row of orange dots along the fence that separated the public from the building site, a row of strange flashing dots that he quickly came to realise were pumpkin bombs as one exploded. Strangely, it didn't set off the others, and Peter was just beginning to get into a deep train of thought about what type of explosives Chaos must be using, and if he could perhaps 'borrow' one to study, when he a fist connected with the back of his head.

"Oomph!" He bit his lip as his face was forced against the cold metal framework of the building, and felt copper-tasting blood fill his mouth.

Rolling over, he blinked up at Chaos, who had lost the glider. "Speak of the devil," Peter slurred, and flung his legs out wildly. Luckily, the blow connected with Chaos' already damaged knees, and the villain stumbled back out of range, trying not to topple over as he yelled in pain.

Peter rolled clumsily to his feet, coming dangerously close to the edge of the thin beam. He caught his breath and tried to ignore the horrible sensation of blood soaking into his mask. Taking a deep breath, he felt his head clear slightly, but the pain intensified. At least it had woken him up.

Without too much skill, he walked shakily along the narrow beam, as Chaos did the same but in the opposite direction. Suddenly they were upon each other in close combat, and soon it was hard to tell who'd thrown the punch and who'd blocked it, until Peter fell to his knees. Laughing, Chaos kicked him in the face and the superhero collapsed. Peter's vision swam as he laid there, gathering his energy to escape or, or do something… anything… at least, that was what he told himself. Yes, everything would be alright and he'd marry Mary Jane on a hill top somewhere like heroes always did in the end, as long as he got up.

Groaning, he forced himself to begin to sit up, when suddenly Chaos helped him. Peter felt his airways restrict as two cold hands clamped on around his neck, and soon he was being pulled to a standing position, except for the small fact that his feet were dangling in the air.

Chaos brought Peter nearer to his face and growled in his ear, "You see that huge metal circle over there?" And without waiting for an answer he told him, "That's gonna be the last thing you see on this earth as it comes speeding towards you, hero." He spat.

Peter had just enough spunk and presence of mind to gasp out, "It's called a sphere, genius."

Chaos removed one hand from Peter's neck and ripped off the mask in reply, letting the red material float gently down to the mud below. There was a sudden rise in noise from the people below as they gasped and pointed at a safe distance from the bombs.

Then Chaos marched along the beam and onto a raised section, with Peter still held high in the air, directly in the path of the wrecking ball. The glider hovered nearby as if it were some kind of gruesome pet, waiting for its masters instructions, and Peter quickly guessed that Chaos aimed for Peter to be killed instantly by the ball, then zoom away on his glider before he himself could become a decoration on the side of the crane.

Great, Peter thought sarcastically, I doubt this will be the first or last time I'll be held in front of a massive ball of death by a lunatic in a goblin costume who can't differentiate between the 2D and 3D. Lucky me.

He scrabbled desperately for purchase on the fingers choking him, but it was not forthcoming, and within seconds little stars had begun to circle his vision, bursting sporadically, then came the darkness that was closing in from the sides, and last but not least he saw the huge ball of doom headed straight for him…

It was Chaos' last minute nerves that saved him. Not satisfied that he would definitely be able to get away in time, he adjusted his grip. This fatal mistake resulted in Peter breathing in a small portion of air and sweet, sweet oxygen, but it was enough. He gathered his energy and focused every part of his being into swinging his heel back and caving Chaos' knee in. From then on, events moved at a rapid pace. The super-villain yelped, like a little girl in Peter's opinion, and moved his arm just enough for Peter to twist round, taking a great lungful of air as he did so and punch Chaos in the jaw, nearly knocking his head completely off with the force of it. The villain reeled and Peter wildly kicked himself free of his grasp, diving off the edge of the building only a second before the wrecking ball shot past, the wind whistling in his ears.

Peter made a desperate lunge for the side of the building to stop his fall, and his fingertips brushed the edge of it, and stuck. Gravity caused his body to slam into the side of the building, and he coughed as his already bruised ribs flared with pain. His heart thudding in his throat, he winced when he heard the sickening 'crunch' of metal on metal, that signalled Chaos hadn't been so lucky.

A silence punctuated by the random explosions of the pumpkin bombs below fell, and Peter willed himself to pull himself up. He reached up with his right hand, clinging to the building with only his fingertips and toes, and slowly, he climbed up a few feet. He took it step by step, timing his motions to the rhythm of his shaky breathing. He was almost at the top when his injuries caught up with him, Peter felt his heart rate slow, the adrenaline in his bloodstream diminishing, his vision darkening. He reached up with one hand to try to pull himself back up, he was almost there, but it was too late, he was too weak. His eyes closed and he fell the fifty feet Chaos had fallen only seconds earlier to lie beside him in the mud, MJ's scream of horror echoing strangely in his ears as he tumbled through the harsh air.

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MJ's throat was raw, her nose was blocked and her eyes were red and puffy. She'd spent the last ten minutes sniffling in the waiting room of Queen's Hospital and drinking cups of diluted mud that was labelled hot chocolate to pass the time.

Thirty-one minutes ago Spider-man, a.k.a Peter Parker had defeated Chaos, thirty minutes ago Spider-man a.k.a Peter Parker had fallen fifty feet off a building and fifteen minutes ago Spider-man a.k.a Peter Parker had been loaded into an ambulance and taken to the nearest hospital, a.k.a, here.

And for the last ten minutes MJ had drunk ten cups of diluted mud while worrying about her boyfriend whom they wouldn't let her see, and biting her nails in between drinking the cups of diluted mud. She hadn't bitten her nails since she was a little girl, when her father used to hit her mother after one of his drinking binges with the lads down at the pub. She'd been so good, not biting her nails all these years, so why did bad things happen to good little girls?

She sniffed quietly and wiped her eyes again, then leaned her head back against the head rest and closed her eyes. As she did so, a cacophony of noise assaulted her ears and bright light attacked the inside of her eyelids. Her own scream echoed even louder above the sound of pumpkin bombs exploding one after another.

The light disappeared quickly, revealing a horrifying scene. MJ felt her legs move of their own accord and suddenly she was running, screaming and running for all she was worth to Peter, her Peter who was lying broken in the mud. She was focused on her task, nothing else mattered, nothing else existed but her and Peter…

An explosion to her left suddenly knocked her off her feet. The last pumpkin bomb she hadn't noticed.

That was why nobody had run beside her, she thought faintly as she glanced back and saw the many people standing there shocked. Stumbling to her feet, she ignored the blood running down her cheek and carried on running, staggering and slipping about in the mud, she finally sank down besides Peter.

He's dead. That was the first thought that sprang to her mind, but as angry tears pricked her eyes, his head moved towards her, and eyelashes fluttered against a deathly white complexion.

"MJ?" The lips red with blood parted a little and she laughed a nervous laugh of joy and relief.

"I'm here," she said softly. "I'm here." But as the words escaped her lips, Peter's eyes closed and he faded into unconsciousness.

"Peter, I'm here!"

"I'm here!"

"….here…"

"Miss. Watson? Are you here?"

MJ jerked awake to see a nurse bending down in front of her, looking concerned.

"I'm sorry to wake you Miss. Watson, but-"

"Peter! Is he OK? How long has he been out of surgery?" She interrupted eagerly, blinking the sleep from her eyes and pushing the memories of her living nightmare to the back of her mind.

The nurse stared at her for a second, and MJ felt her heart sink. He couldn't be dead, could he? He only had a broken nose and a few broken ribs after all… but what if a rib pierced his lung and he couldn't breathe and then-

"Mr. Parker was only admitted twenty minutes ago, dear. He's still being treated." The nurse said softly. "Now, let's get you cleaned up."

MJ didn't say a word as the nurse led her to a room to be treated, she didn't resist as the dirt was cleaned out of the gash in her cheek, and she didn't even wince as the nurse applied the stinging antiseptic solution.

End of Part 15

There. Hope you like the cliffhanger. evil grin Please tell me if you found it boring or stupid, I still can't write fight scenes so I'm very sorry if this chapter was awful. I actually wrote the last chapter before I wrote this one because I got so stuck, but I think I'll rewrite it and post it on Christmas eve as a present to you all! :D Betcha didn't know I was santa, did you? ;)

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