Ch. 8

Spider-Man wondered why he was always so surprised by all these twists in his life's story. He starred down the ugly alien in the face. "I'm not afraid of it! Anymore! I've beaten you all once before and, damn it, I can do it again!" "We see you're so sure of yourself," Venom laughed. "But we are even more sure!" "Really? Well, come on, Ugly! It's time for PLAN B! Venom charged him, showing no signs of fear at all. Spider-Man grabbed Venom in mid-air by his wrists and flung him over off the rooftop. He didn't bother following. Spider-Man knew Venom was on the side of the building, waiting for him. Instead, he attacked Doctor Octopus.

Spider-Man leaped over the lashing arms, silent as a mouse. As one arm lowered, Spider-Man had a clear shot of Octavious' face. He shifted his arm back and sprang it in Ock's face, smashing the unstylish sunglasses he'd always worn. "Please, Doc! I did you a favor! Those glasses are for total morons…then again, I guess the did suit you…" Spider-Man said, shifting his attention to the Green Goblin. He hopped on top of the small glider and started punching, left and right. But the Goblin knew each blow was coming, almost like he had a spider-sense, too.

"Goblin, I'm ending this once and for all!" "Don't get saucy with me, Spidey! What? You're breaking down just because I killed the woman you loved and ruined your life?" He crackled. Spider-Man leaped off the glider and faced him. "No, Goblin. I'd never give you that satisfaction. You didn't ruin my life. You gave it birth. Once Gwen died, Spider-Man did, too. But he became more determined and stronger than you could even imagine." He walked closer to the Goblin, about to frigging kick his ass, but his spider-sense warned him the Venom and Doctor Octopus were recuperating. He leaped over onto another rooftop and hid on the billboard. Venom followed, unsure of where the Wall-Crawler was hiding.

"Hey, Spider-Woos! Come out and play!" Venom taunted, looking around the dark rooftop. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Spider-Man leaped off the billboard and silently started to fall. He smacked Venom right in the head with his feet, and yelled, "TAG!"

Spider-Man charged him, forgetting each of their advantages and flaws. All he knew was that he could beat this monster, and he was gonna do it. Spider-Man ducked beneath Venom's punch and kicked him in the very sensitive area. Venom howled and fell onto his knees. "That wasn't fair!" He sobbed. Spider-Man, frustrated, yelled, "Holy Shit! Every f#ing time I defend myself, you idiots tell me I'm cheating! Yet, look around, moron! You're fighting me three to one!" He webbed Venom up, who was still rolling on the ground holding that lower area Spider-Man had struck, and picked him up. He stood near the edge, ready to end this nightmare once and for all.

"No! You can't! I…I give! I give!" "No more mister nice guy!" Spider-Man howled. "It's time to end this!" "No! No! No! Please! I give up!" "Say goodnight, Venom!" Spider-Man said, feeling the power rushing through his veins. "Y-You monster!" Venom stuttered. Spider-Man froze. Monster? He looked at his reflection in a window across the street. He was a monster. He was about to murder someone. "What am I doing?" He asked himself aloud. He laid the webbed-up Venom on the rooftop and starred at him. He was defenseless! And he almost threw him off of a rooftop! "I…I almost... killed you!" He said, shocked. Venom sighed with relief. Spider-Man looked at Venom. He was one of he worst villains he'd faced. And one of the best allies he'd ever had. Spider-Man almost killed a guy he partnered up with. "I owe you one, pal." Venom mouthed. Spider-Man sighed. "See ya, partner. I've still got two to go." Venom sighed again. Spider-Man had the chance in a lifetime. He could have killed me! Maybe our partnership, however uneasy, made a special bond between us. After all, we both have worn this costume.

Venom remembered that serial killer Carnage, who also had an alien symboite costume, and how he and Spider-Man compelled their differences and fought side-by-side against him. Though neither of them trusted each other, and their friendship had been flaky and often ended in betrayal, they were still former partners. And that meant something. To both of them. Venom decided he'd repay the bug-man. He easily broke through Spider-Man's webbing, and, instead of rejoining the battle and kicking Spider-Man's butt, he turned around and went the other way. Venom knew he'd regret this!

Spider-Man sneaked over to the two remaining targets, who were arguing over Venom's defeat. He tried not to laugh as he saw that Doc Ock was wearing the sunglasses he'd broken! They were tapped together and looked so dorky! Spider-Man thought he'd surprise attack them, maybe go for the Goblin, the fight the Doctor. But it was almost impossible to plan out his attacks. So, he'd just roll with what he had and go with the flow. He tried to remember…then it hit him. That night, when The Sinister Six held him and Johnny Storm hostage! That girl… she said that his wires could be short circuited by the bobby pin! Spider-Man checked in the tiny pockets of his costume that weren't even visible! Yes! He still had the bobby pin! Okay, he thought. I've got one shot at this. Spider-Man crawled as low to the ground as possible towards the maniacs, bobby pin in hand. He thought about what he was doing, and that he was crazy! How could this work?

All right, he was there. Spider-Man looked at all the wiring. He then saw a small opening in one of the metal arms, no doubt a power source or something. Spider-Man stood up, now visible to The Green Goblin, and stuck the pin in the arm. "Wha-you!" Doctor Octopus said. He tackled the man standing behind him, pounding him. "Now, bug, you-huh? My arms!" He dropped Spider-Man and looked at his metallic arms. They weren't working! They're lively motions showing that they had a mind of their own had vanished, and the arms were just hanging there. "What did you do to my precious arms?" He screamed. Spider-Man chuckled. "Damn girl was right." Spider-Man walked closer to Doctor Octopus. "Now, Doc, your metal arms may be indestructible, as I've been told, but your human arms are just as vulnerable as ever!" Spider-Man walked over to him. "Y-you wouldn't hit a man with glasses, would you?" Octavious asked as innocent as he could. Spider-Man smiled under his mask. "I already broke that fashion no-no, remember?" And, very quickly, he spun Octavious' wrist, breaking both of his human hands. Octavious hyperventilated, sitting with two broken arms. "Looks like somebody steamrolled Harry Potter!" Spider-Man teased. "You…you! First my metal arms, now this!" He sobbed. "Sorry, my sympathy meter is like, totally out. Sheesh! What a baby!" Spider-Man stood up straight. Now, The Goblin.

The Green Goblin started whaling pumpkin bombs at Spider-Man right away, but Spider-Man acted all cool and dodged all of them by using dance steps. "'Cuz I ain't no Hollaback girl!" He sang, worrying the Goblin. "You're a terrible Gwen Stephani!" The Goblin yelled, but Spider-Man paid him no mind. "You're a freaking degenerate!" The Goblin hollered. "I know I am!" Spider-Man laughed. He flipped over a flame and balanced on one hand. "Oh yeah, go Spidey! Go Spidey! It's your birthday! It's your birthday!" "Yeah, you're turning two years old!" The Goblin cursed. Spider-Man stood up as soon as he ran out of bombs. But, the Goblin had one behind his back. "Spider-Man, I've never seen you act in such a manner! You're crazier than I am!" "Why, thank you! I take that as a compliment!" The Green Goblin threw a bomb at Spider-Man. He tried the same technique as he did before- webbing a web to it and tossing it backwards, towards the murderer that launched it. The Green Goblin flew above it with his glider. "Na na na na na! You missed!" "I wasn't aiming at you!" Spider-Man said. The bomb he's whirled back sank to the same height as the glider. "Oh shit." He mumbled. Before the bomb impacted, Spider-Man called; "Hey Goblin!" The Green Goblin's worried face starred Spider-Man in the eye. Spider-Man crossed his arms, then said, "……Gotcha…"