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A/N: Currently revising the first two Sado-Masochism stories.
WARNING: THIS STORY IS A DARKFIC.
Extended Summary: David Dante has been Spider-Man for two years and when Christmas is around the corner, an alien symbiote bonds to him and brings out a darker side of him. All seem to be going well until this symbiote ignites a war between him, the police, a group of villains led by the Hobgoblin, and three being with spider-like powers. Even at his peak, David won't be able to defeat all of them, luckily for him, he has his girlfriend Black Cat, and best friend, Eddie Brock to back him up.
David Dante/Spider-Man: A psychopathic hero called Spider-Man that kills violent criminals.
Felicia Hardy/Black Cat: Spider-Man's love interest and kleptomaniac cat burglar.
Eddie Brock/Venom: The best friend of David Dante and fanatic of Spider-Man.
Roderick Kingsley/Hobgoblin: The latest supervillain in town.
Recap of the Previous Stories
David Dante is a psychopathic boy who gets bitten by a super-spider at high school.
His love interest is Felicia Hardy, his best friend is Eddie Brock, his psychiatrist is Barton Hamilton, and his parents are Jim and Misa Dante.
The day after getting bit, he discovers his powers.
He puts his powers to the test by challenging three professional fighters.
He becomes involved in an office robbery and although he intervenes, he spares the robber from death.
His father, Jim Dante, became a casualty of David's choice in sparing the criminal.
David Dante becomes Spider-Man with the motive to kill violent criminals during active crimes.
His reputation quickly spreads around New York City. He saves innocent people and kills violent criminals. Some people call him a hero while others call him a murderer.
Spider-Man meets Black Cat and enters a romantic relationship with her.
His psychiatrist, Barton Hamilton, becomes the Green Goblin.
Spider-Man and Green Goblin play a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse.
The Green Goblin is defeated.
David Dante embraces his life as Spider-Man.
One year later, Spider-Man is hunted down by the FBI led by esteemed FBI agent Otto Octavius.
Octavius gets four mechanical arms welded onto his body to help with the capture of Spider-Man.
Misa Dante deduces that her son is Spider-Man but holds no animosity towards him.
David devises a complex plan to defeat Octavius and the FBI once and for all.
As part of the plan to defeat Octavius, he gives up becoming Spider-Man for five months before returning to the role.
David reveals to Felicia Hardy that he is Spider-Man and that she is Black Cat.
He defeats Detective Octopus and resumes his life as Spider-Man with Felicia and Misa being the only two people in the world to know of his double life.
Earth-119164
December 2022
Chapter 1-1
Life has been nice for me, David Dante, a regular-looking boy by day and night. When behind closed doors, he transforms into the Sado-Masochsitc Spider-Man to murder and take the lives of those who murder and takes the lives of innocent people. But if I'm completely honest, life as Spider-Man is quite boring. It's always the same: Kill a violent criminal then be done with it. The criminals who aren't violent but are still guilty just get socked in the face and left behind for the police. As for the innocent people, I just ignore them and let them carry out their tasks as they would, and for the people in need of saving, I save them. But it's always the same like I'm stuck in a loop. I could sneak out of my house (if I wanted to) and kill a bank robber in less than ten minutes before returning home before anyone would realize it. I've been Spider-Man for two years since I was fifteen and I'm now seventeen; one more year then I'm an adult in human years.
David Dante and Misa Dante come out of a retailer's store with bags in their hands. David was carrying six bags, three in each, while his mother carried two lightweight bags in her hands.
"Thanks for helping me out, David," Misa said, "I really appreciate it."
"You can show me your appreciation by getting me something good this year," David replied, "Also, I would like a heads up on what you're getting me so I can mimic the proper reaction when opening presents in front of our family."
Misa rolled her eyes sarcastically. "I know the drill; what do you want for Christmas this year?"
"Two video games. Red Dead Redemption and Metal Gear Solid V."
Misa took out her keys and popped the trunk of her car. "May I ask why?"
"In Red Dead Redemption, you can roam freely in an open world and shoot as many people as you want and the more you kill, the more the cops will come after you. My cup of tea. And as for Metal Gear Solid V, I want it for one reason: Quiet."
Misa looked at David with a confused look. "I don't know what that means but if that's what you want then fine."
David and Misa started loading the bags into the trunk.
Mom knows that I've had Antisocial Personality Disorder since I was four and to this day, I still wonder: Does she love me and turn a blind eye to my behavior or does she love me and accept me for who I am?
Just as they finished loading the bags, the trunk got jammed. David tried pushing the trunk down but he stopped, not wanting to damage the car.
That's when a civilian walked over to give them a hand.
"Allow me," this woman said. She pushed some shopping bags out the way, switched some trunk items around, and slammed the trunk shut. "Always room to make in a trunk."
"Thank you," Misa said, "Really appreciate it."
"Anytime," the woman said with a warm smile. "Merry Christmas."
Misa waved back, "Merry Christmas."
David watched the exchange and bit his lower lip. He patted down on the trunk before looking at his mother.
"Mother, this is a question I've always had on my mind: Why?"
Misa looked at him. "Why what?"
"Why are people so goddamn nice in December?"
"Christmas is the time of being nice."
"But being nice is a choice."
"People choose to be nice around the holidays."
"But why around the holidays? Why can't they be nice all the time to everyone? If anything, Christmas exaggerates the niceness people are capable of. I find it to be annoying when people are trying to be extra nice to me."
"That's something you always disliked about the holidays, David." Misa unlocked the doors with a click of her button.
"Don't get me wrong; I find Christmas to be interesting. I like the food, the presents, the songs are nice, I like the cookies and milk, I like the two-week break from school, but I just dislike how people try too hard to be nice to me. That and I'm constantly surrounded by family and I have to act happy. Do you know how hard it is to keep a constant happy face? My cheeks are always hurting."
"I understand, Davey, but as I said, it's good. You blend in, nobody would suspect your dark secret and who knows? Maybe, after pretending to like Christmas as a normal human being would, you might actually like it."
David nodded.
Misa began singing: "Up on the housetop, reindeer paused, out comes good old Santa Claus."
David joined her: "Down through the chimney with lots of toys, All for the little ones' Christmas joys."
They hopped in the car and drove off. They kept singing tunes on the car ride home after putting a Christmas playsuit on their Bluetooth. Their Christmas caroling was interrupted when David got a bulletin on his phone.
"All units, be advised, a black van has been hijacked. Four suspects, Caucasian, all armed, firing potshots off in Broadway, requesting assistance. Be advised, they have on hostage in the vehicle."
David reached for the volume knob and turned the radio down. He looked over at his mother. "Time for me to get to work I guess."
"Stop them," Misa implored, "do whatever it takes."
"Way ahead of you, mother."
He climbs out of the car and begins running into the nearest alleyway.
Now it's time for the REAL David Dante to come out to play.
Despite the snow picking up around him, David was able to sprint at full speed down the alleyway as if the snow wasn't there. His feet didn't feel cold in the slightest, nor did his arms when he shrugged off his heavy jacket and threw it blindly to the ground. He grunted and panted loudly as he took out his gloves and put them on. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his mask and quickly put it on. He did a frontflip in the air, discarding his pants, shoes, and socks mid-air, and loaded a canister of web fluid into his web-shooters.
Welcome back, Spider-Man!
Spidey jumps into the air and swings off into the city.
This is when I am most free, this is when I don't have to put on a facade for the time being. I may wear a physical mask but David Dante IS my mask, this Spider-Man mask is my true face.
He lands on the side of a building with crystal clean windows. He looks at himself in the mirror.
And I gotta say, my face looks handsome.
He looks down to where the action was. A car chase with several police officers in tow of one black van.
Ahh, car chases in the snow, something I get only one or two seasons a year.
He leaps off the side of the building and chases after the car. The police cars were putting up a fight against the black vans as they were shooting at them but they were still having a rough time maneuvering around the snowy street. Spidey swung low and between two cars before landing on top of one of the cruisers.
Without missing a beat, he leaps forward to the next car. His spider-sense alerts him.
I've heard that you shouldn't text and drive but what about shooting and driving?
He dodges a bullet aimed at his head and does a front flip off the cruiser and lands on the black van.
The assistant stuck his head back in the window like a turtle retreating into its shell.
"Come back here little one."
Spidey shot a web inside the window and yanked the thug out and threw him headfirst into a lampost. In one fluid motion, he swings through the open window and kicks the driver out of the vehicle. Landing in the driver's seat, he quickly looks in the rearview mirror. There were four more assailants in the back and there was a redheaded man bound and gagged.
Spidey redirects the path of the van and drives it into the van of an abandoned building. Before the van made contact with the brick wall, Spidey leaps into the back without looking, grabs the redheaded hostage, and kicks open the backdoors.
The crash had knocked the wind out of two of the four thugs but the ones in the far back suffered nothing more than minor concussions from crashing into the ground.
The two with the minor concussions quickly climb to the front of the van and through the broken windshield. They took with them two duffel bags full of money and a shotgun and pistol, each thug carrying one weapon.
The police closed in on the crashed van and drew guns. A pair of officers climbed in and yanked the injured thugs out while a small squadron went into the building through the hole left by the crashed van.
The thugs raced to the other end of the building, which turned out to be an abandoned jewelry store that was in need of renovations. They kept their heads down and stayed closed to the walls, their breaths visible with each panting breath they took.
"Spider-Man is still out there," the pistol thug whispered very softly to his companion.
"No shit, sherlock," the shotgun thug snarked at the same volume. "Get the fuck out of here."
Getting out of there was easier said than done given that the abandoned building had its lights out with the only light coming in through the hole created from the van's crashing. The light provided enough illumination for the two thugs to make out the silhouettes of the police officers in pursuit.
"Let's fucking go."
The two thugs hid behind a kiosk and looked in the corner of the building. The power was off but they could see a sign at the top of the wall that read 'Exit'.
The thugs ran for it. The pistol thug rammed his shoulder into the door and attempted to push it open. He looked over his shoulder to see the police officers closing in on them but they still couldn't spot them in the darkness.
He eventually figured out that the door had to be pushed open and did just that. He held the door open for his companion and he went stiff when he saw this his shotgun companion was nowhere to be seen.
"Ronny!" he whispered-shouted. "Where are you?"
The police were closing in. They had seen the light coming from the door and the pistol thug quickly closed the door.
He stepped away from the door, his boots sneaking into the snow and hairs sticking up from being back in the cold once more. Wasting no time, he turns and makes a run for it down the alleyway.
He only managed to make it three steps when he felt like floating into the air, dropping his gun and duffel bag into the snow.
"What do we have here?" Spidey questioned as he hoisted the thug up with a web to his leg. "Hey, a dog for me to put down. I like putting down dogs."
"No," the pistol thug begged while upside-down. "Please, please!"
"Please what?" Spidey shakes the thug. "Please drop you and kill you? I made good work on your friend with the shotgun but I think I can do better on you."
"Please, no! Don't kill me!"
Spidey shook his head. "You know, in another universe, you're saying 'yes, please kill me'. Who am I to deny what your other universe's counterpart wants?"
Spidey opens his hands.
"AAAAAAGH-"
Spidey looks down the alleyway, licking his lips behind his mask. He sighed deeply before looking forward.
I've killed over three hundred criminals in my time as Spider-Man.
Spidey had something in his hand. When he held it up, he revealed it to be a wallet belonging to the thug. He had pickpocketed the thug before killing him and swiped all the money out of his wallet before tucking it into the neck of his costume. He dropped the wallet and turned around to the hostage he just saved.
"Are you okay?" he asked. He got down on one knee to meet his level. The traumatized redhead looked up at Spidey with trembling hands and shaky breathing, along with tears running down his face. "Grateful to be alive," he stated rather than asked. "Let's get you down."
"P-please," the redheaded man trembled. "Please kill me!" he suddenly shouted.
Spidey didn't flinch. "What?"
"HE wants to get out! HE'S going to get out! Please, kill me before HE escapes!"
Spidey stands up and looks down at the hostage. He tilts his head as he stares at him.
As much as I would like to grant him his wish, it's impractical. If I kill the hostage then the police will blame me. I won't be branded an anti-hero anymore, I'll be branded a murderer and because there are no witnesses, no one will believe me when I say that this hostage wanted me to kill him.
"I don't kill innocent people."
"I'm giving you permission to kill me! Please do it before HE breaks out. HE is in my head, driving me crazy! Stop HIM! Kill HIM! Kill me!"
Spidey put the man's arm over his shoulder and picked him up. "The police are better suited to help you save yourself." When he had a tight grip on the hostage, he leaped off the roof and landed in front of the police cruisers.
They drew their guns on him until the officer in charge told them to hold their fire for Spider-Man had the hostage.
"Here you go, guys." Spidey gently pushed the hostage forward towards the police. A paramedic came to collect him and escorted him away from Spidey. "I hope you get help, mister."
The redheaded hostage looked over his shoulder at Spidey as he was being escorted away. "You'll pay for this, Spider-Man, you'll pay for not killing me."
"Your words, not mine."
When the hostage was safely out of the crosshairs, the officers raised their guns again.
"You're under arrest, Spider-Man. Don't try and escape this time."
Spidey mockingly raised his hands. "Oh no, the cops drew a gun on me, I'm so deeply terrified. I'm so scared I could practically jump out of my skin." Without wasting another second, he leaped thirty feet in the air in a backflip and landed on the side of a building. He quickly turned around and scaled the wall as the officers fired at him, missing him by several feet.
"Well, I jumped but not out of my skin."
When he reached the roof, he leaped thirty feet to the other side and swung away. He swung away for a few minutes until he landed on a gargoyle overlooking Central Park. He perched down on the gargoyle and observed his surroundings, watching as cars went by down below and he contemplated.
Well, that was interesting. I know that some people are suicidal but to ask someone to kill them, never heard of that before. That man was clearly traumatized by something that happened prior to his kidnapping. I wouldn't be surprised if he attempted to escape so the thugs would shoot him on purpose.
He pulled off his mask.
If he's so hellbent on having himself get killed, why did he ask me to do it? Is he one of those religious people who believe that committing suicide is a sin? Oh, so he wanted to go to Heaven but feared he'd go to Hell if he killed himself so he asked me to do it. I don't believe in any of that religious crap.
He donned his mask and swung home.
David made it home in his civilian clothing just in time as his mother pulled up to their apartment building. He helped his mother carry their groceries and items up to the apartment. It was the first of December and they hadn't begun decorating yet.
As his mother put the stuff away, she turned to David and asked, "Could you clean the fan for me?"
"Sure." David grabbed a dusting kit before leaping to the ceiling. Clinging to the ceiling, he crawled over and began dusting the fan.
It's taken me some time to get used to the idea of Mom knowing about my spider abilities but it works in my favor.
He jumps down.
This means I can use my powers freely as I wish in my apartment and Mom won't say a single thing. Had I known that I was going to have this level of freedom, I would've told Mom sooner.
Misa put on Christmas music as background noise as they began decorating.
I could care less about these Christmas decorations but Mom seems to like them and she lets me be Spider-Man with no strings attached. The least I can do is make her happy.
As they set up the tree they brought up from the storage area, Misa turned to David. "I just want to let you know that I'm going to be working tonight."
David paused as he pushed the tree into the corner. He looked over his shoulder at his mother. Misa had a neutral expression on her face. David clenched his jaw and nodded at her.
I would tell Mom that I steal money off of guys that I kill but if I'm ever arrested, I don't want her to have plausible deniability if I'm ever caught. The only thing she would know about is me being Spider-Man and nothing else. She does not conspire with me to kill people, steal money, or do other illicit activities. My mother is innocent and should be treated as such.
"Okay. I'm going to swing by Felicia's house tonight by the way."
"Have fun. Just not too much fun."
"Don't worry Mom, me and Felicia use protection now. I don't like it but you won't be having any grandbabies anytime soon." He smiled. "Little spiderlings."
She cringed. "I don't want to hear about your sex life, Davey."
"I understand." He turned to a box of ornaments and began placing them on the tree. "If I were a regular human being, I'd be uncomfortable with your 'late-night job'."
"Are you sure even a fiber of your being isn't uncomfortable?"
"Mom, that's your work life. Whatever you do in your work life is of no interest to me. A job is a job, money is money, no matter how you get it. As a matter of fact, you should be grateful because you have nothing holding you back. If I was neurotypical, I'd be uncomfortable and you'd be hesitant but I'm not. If you have a chance to make good money, take it."
She nodded with a half-smile. "Thanks. I'll leave around seven o'clock and be back by twelve."
"I'll leave by seven o'clock as well. Depending on what me and Felicia do, I might be out late. Just leave the window unlocked for me."
"I would like it if you would be home by midnight."
He saluted her. "Whatever you say, ma'am."
I can do five hours with Felicia.
A few hours passed after David and Misa finished setting up the Christmas tree. David donned his Spidey outfit and took his backpack with him as he swung over to Felicia's place of residence. When he got within two blocks of her, he ducked into an alleyway and changed into his civilian clothing. He walked up to her door and knocked on it. He kept his hand behind his back.
Felicia opened the door.
And there she is, the dashing, the dazzling, the delicious Felicia Hardy, AKA, the Black Cat.
"My ferocious feline Felicia," David said with a smile. "Looking as radiant as ever." He held up a bouquet of flowers for her. "I stole these just for you, you kleptomaniac."
She took the flowers. "Aww, you shouldn't have, Davey." She smelled the flowers. "Thank you."
"I'd figure you'd steal them anyway so I beat you to the punch."
"You're right, I would've stolen these flowers." She sets the flowers down on a table beside her and invites her boyfriend in. "You came at just the right time, we're packing."
David looks at her. "You're packing? For what?"
"We're moving."
David sighed and rolled his eyes. "You're moving? Where?"
"Manhattan." She patted his back and escorted him to her bedroom. "Remember my grandfather?"
"The rich one?"
"Yeah. He passed away a few days ago and he left his penthouse in our will. We've been looking to move for a while."
"A penthouse." David rubbed his chin.
"Yep and this penthouse is on the top floor of this big building. It is incredibly luxurious. The size of the living room is the same size as our small house."
"Wow. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that because the place is so big, it would be hard to keep track of four people?"
"And it'll be easy for someone with spider-crawling powers to come and go as they please."
David crossed his hands over his chest. "I like it."
I didn't know I was getting an early Christmas gift. Looks like I can come and go to Felicia's new place whenever I like it.
"So, when are you going to be moving?"
"Tonight. I have everything packed. The moving truck will be here in thirty minutes. Should have everything set up by tomorrow."
David clapped his hands together. "Well then, what kind of person would I be if I didn't help my girlfriend move? I'm sure your parents would appreciate your muscular boyfriend helping them move."
"They would." She smiled mischievously at him. "There's just one more thing I need to pack up."
"Let me guess, a black suit?"
"Spot-on, Spider." She kissed him on the cheek.
"I'm always spot on, Cat." He kissed her on the lips.
This is turning out to be a good Christmas already.