Chapter 2 Doc Ock? Nope...
Peter braced himself for the unexpected. The house went dead silent of a moment before his spider-senses went crazy. Peter looked up right as something large plummeted down to him. Pete had only seconds to move. He leaped to the side but wasn't quick enough. Something metal and cool grasped his ankle. Pete flew forward and then was jerked to the ground. Peter let a small grunt escape his lips as the wind was shoved out of his lungs. The metal creature that confined him, dragged Peter close and lifted him upside down. It dropped him quickly and placed its body over his chest holding him down. Peter could feel four metal claws extending to four directions as they pressed against his chest.
Peter looked up and couldn't believe his bluish green eyes. For a moment, he could have sworn that it was Doc. Ock. But he soon came to realize that he was very wrong. The figure standing above him was a female his own age of about nineteen. Her face was as angry and merciless as her voice. Dark brown hair bordered her face and shoulders down to her elbows. Her lips were thin and tight. There was a strange light gray cloth tied across her eyes. They covered her eyes completely along with most of her forehead. She was a thin girl of average height dressed in tattered shorts and tank top. She hovered above the ground looking down at him. Metal tentacles surrounded her with their four metal claws open wide. Then Peter Parker realized that he wasn't dealing with your average four killer tentacles, but six deadly artificially intelligent tentacles of death!
Peter struggled for air. The girl smiled at him as if she could see his struggling. "Struggling and suffering isn't fun, is it?" she snarled, "Now, you'll get one piece of what I know so dearly. Yes, you get your punishment. Everyone get their punishment at the end of life. It's called dying. And that's what you're about to do. You see, unlike you, I wasn't blessed with luck like that. No, my punishment is all my life. It's this hell I live in." Her voice was heartless. It neither shook nor quivered as she spoke.
Pete tried to fight this. He could let this happen. He was stupid for coming, but he wasn't going to let his stupid mistake kill him off. Peter's arms were free up to his elbows. If this claws were anything like Doc. Ock.'s they would react to the slightest movements. So this had to be quick. Peter concentrated and flung his hand up a lightning speed let out a string of web. The one claws snapped down on his wrist. Peter cried out as the girl's weight was now practically on top of him since the two bottom claws holding her up were holding him down.
But the pain was only momentary. The web soon stuck to the girl's face. She pulled her tentacles back as she backed up trying to remove the sticky web. Peter took his chance and shot a web up to the ceiling. Quickly, Peter rose to the ceiling and hung in the rafters. It was now or never. All he wanted were answers at the moment, and now was his only change. While the girl and the six metallic arms were busy with the web, now was Pete's only hope.
Peter aimed carefully and shot two strong sticky webs at the two bottom claws holding up the girl. It was a direct hit. The webbing encircled the metal claws and held them to the floor. The girl, who'd freed her mouth, screamed as she struggled to now free her claws. Peter aimed again this time for the upper most claws. He hit one but missed the other. The one he did hit stuck to the low ceiling, all four claws clamped shut. The three remaining claws swung wildly as they tried to free the trapped. Peter knew the webs wouldn't hold forever so he continued swiftly. Within ten minutes, all six tentacles were tied up with their claws bound shut.
The girl twisted and squirmed helplessly in the air. Peter came down slow in front of her. The girl moved her head back and forth nervously. Peter examined her face and he saw small wires that ran from her back, along her neck, up the sides of her face and under the blindfold. Peter's intelligent mind soon came to a conclusion. "You could always see me, couldn't you? And now you can't," Peter said ponderingly and calmly.
"Shut up and let me go!" she shrieked with intense rage.
"I want answers," Peter said. "I want answers now, then we'll discuss your freedom."
Welp there you go, chapter two! Yay! Anyways, review please. If you like it great! If you don't tell me what I'm doing wrong and I'll try to fix some stuff. Sunny
Peter braced himself for the unexpected. The house went dead silent of a moment before his spider-senses went crazy. Peter looked up right as something large plummeted down to him. Pete had only seconds to move. He leaped to the side but wasn't quick enough. Something metal and cool grasped his ankle. Pete flew forward and then was jerked to the ground. Peter let a small grunt escape his lips as the wind was shoved out of his lungs. The metal creature that confined him, dragged Peter close and lifted him upside down. It dropped him quickly and placed its body over his chest holding him down. Peter could feel four metal claws extending to four directions as they pressed against his chest.
Peter looked up and couldn't believe his bluish green eyes. For a moment, he could have sworn that it was Doc. Ock. But he soon came to realize that he was very wrong. The figure standing above him was a female his own age of about nineteen. Her face was as angry and merciless as her voice. Dark brown hair bordered her face and shoulders down to her elbows. Her lips were thin and tight. There was a strange light gray cloth tied across her eyes. They covered her eyes completely along with most of her forehead. She was a thin girl of average height dressed in tattered shorts and tank top. She hovered above the ground looking down at him. Metal tentacles surrounded her with their four metal claws open wide. Then Peter Parker realized that he wasn't dealing with your average four killer tentacles, but six deadly artificially intelligent tentacles of death!
Peter struggled for air. The girl smiled at him as if she could see his struggling. "Struggling and suffering isn't fun, is it?" she snarled, "Now, you'll get one piece of what I know so dearly. Yes, you get your punishment. Everyone get their punishment at the end of life. It's called dying. And that's what you're about to do. You see, unlike you, I wasn't blessed with luck like that. No, my punishment is all my life. It's this hell I live in." Her voice was heartless. It neither shook nor quivered as she spoke.
Pete tried to fight this. He could let this happen. He was stupid for coming, but he wasn't going to let his stupid mistake kill him off. Peter's arms were free up to his elbows. If this claws were anything like Doc. Ock.'s they would react to the slightest movements. So this had to be quick. Peter concentrated and flung his hand up a lightning speed let out a string of web. The one claws snapped down on his wrist. Peter cried out as the girl's weight was now practically on top of him since the two bottom claws holding her up were holding him down.
But the pain was only momentary. The web soon stuck to the girl's face. She pulled her tentacles back as she backed up trying to remove the sticky web. Peter took his chance and shot a web up to the ceiling. Quickly, Peter rose to the ceiling and hung in the rafters. It was now or never. All he wanted were answers at the moment, and now was his only change. While the girl and the six metallic arms were busy with the web, now was Pete's only hope.
Peter aimed carefully and shot two strong sticky webs at the two bottom claws holding up the girl. It was a direct hit. The webbing encircled the metal claws and held them to the floor. The girl, who'd freed her mouth, screamed as she struggled to now free her claws. Peter aimed again this time for the upper most claws. He hit one but missed the other. The one he did hit stuck to the low ceiling, all four claws clamped shut. The three remaining claws swung wildly as they tried to free the trapped. Peter knew the webs wouldn't hold forever so he continued swiftly. Within ten minutes, all six tentacles were tied up with their claws bound shut.
The girl twisted and squirmed helplessly in the air. Peter came down slow in front of her. The girl moved her head back and forth nervously. Peter examined her face and he saw small wires that ran from her back, along her neck, up the sides of her face and under the blindfold. Peter's intelligent mind soon came to a conclusion. "You could always see me, couldn't you? And now you can't," Peter said ponderingly and calmly.
"Shut up and let me go!" she shrieked with intense rage.
"I want answers," Peter said. "I want answers now, then we'll discuss your freedom."
Welp there you go, chapter two! Yay! Anyways, review please. If you like it great! If you don't tell me what I'm doing wrong and I'll try to fix some stuff. Sunny