Breaking Free

Spiderman landed with a thud on top of a building that over looked the Soho area. He observed the streets below, where the cars were in a traffic jam, no doubt trying to find shelter.

"This…is my fault…" Spiderman whispered to the air. "This is all my fault…bt what can I do?"

"No…we must stay together, we are one. Together we are powerful…" a voice called to him. "We need each other…we must BE ONE!"

"No!" Spiderman screamed, holding his head in pain. "Leave me alone!" Get off of me!" Spiderman tried to pull off his suit and his mask desperately. He tugged with all the strength he could muster but nothing worked.

"Don't be a fool Peter, you need me…"

"You're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong!" Spiderman screamed desperately. "Please help me Uncle Ben! Mary Jane! Help me!" And suddenly, it hit him. Spiderman realized something truly extraordinary.

"used sonic waves to control the symbiote" rung through his head like an echo.

"Sound…sound…" Spiderman whispered over and over again, he knew that he must find something incredibly loud. Like a…

In the distance, a large church bell was ringing through the air. Spiderman turned his head and saw his opportunity. Spiderman leapt into the air toward the bell.

"What do you think you're doing! Turn away! Turn away!" the voice screamed in his mind. Spiderman blocked it out and kept going as fast as he could before the symbiote would be able to take control again.

Spiderman quickly landed on the church tower, right next to the bell, struggling to keep control. He moved toward the bell in a struggle, the symbiote attempting to pull him back. However, Spiderman's will power proved just as strong. Using all the strength he had, he pushed the bell and it began ringing.

"NO! You're a fool Peter! Do you realize what will happen?" the voice screamed.

"You…catch on pretty…quick…don't you?" Spiderman asked with a smile. The suit began rippling and the symbol on his chest disappeared. The lens disappeared as well and there was nothing but black over his body. Soon, it began draining away from his body, first from his mask and soon began to drain away from everywhere else. As the last of the symbiote got off his now naked body, Peter fell to the floor, unconscious. The slime crawled away, trying desperately to escape the sound of the bell. "Finally."

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Mary Jane opened the door slowly to her apartment, throwing her purse onto the couch in frustration. She wiped her tears as she moved through her dark room, sitting down on the couch.

"I hate traffic," Mary Jane murmured to the couch.

"That's why I web sling," a voice quipped from the darkness. Mary Jane let out a scream and jumped off her couch.

Recognizing that voice, Mary Jane called out, "Peter? Is that really you?" Mary Jane fumbled toward the lamp nearby, nearly knocking it over as she turned the lights on. The lights illuminated the entire room and Peter revealed himself. He was only in a bathrobe, and his hair appeared very dirty. "Wha…what happened?"

"It's gone Mary Jane. The symbiote is gone! I'm free!" Peter yelled with glee. "It's finally gone!"

"You mean, you're back to normal?" Mary Jane asked skeptically, hanging on the hope that it was true. Peter nodded slightly and Mary Jane squealed in delight and hugged Peter hard. "I missed you."

"Me too. I love you."

"I love you too," Mary Jane whispered gently. "But what happened to that black thing? How did you get it off?"

"That's a pretty long story."

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"Over here Mr. Fisk," a masked man said as he guided Mr. Fisk toward the Osborn Manor den. The large man disregarded him and entered quickly, his face contorted with frustration.

"Mr. Fisk, have a seat," a voice called from behind a leather chair that was turned to face a window. Fisk grunted and took a seat on a nearby couch. "I trust you had a nice trip?"

"Shut the manners and get to the point," Fisk said impatiently as he rapped his foot on the floor. "It's already bad enough that I'm a wanted man."

"I guess being a criminal dulled your manners, Mr. Fisk," Harry said as he swung around in his chair, his face a twisted form of amusement and hatred.

"What the hell do you want Osborn?" Fisk asked, getting more impatient by the second.

"All I want is a little partnership. That's all," Osborn said in his most business like manner.

Fisk laughed incredulously as he sank into his seat. He put his hand to his forehead, his laughter bellowing through the room. "A partnership? Please, you're barely out of puberty kid. What makes you think I'll help you?"

"The fact that you have no where else to go. You're a criminal. No one's gonna take you, except me," Harry reasoned shrewdly. This stopped Fisk's laughing immediately.

"What'd you want then?" Fisk asked, his eyebrow raised now that Osborn had caught his full attention. "Money? Don't got anymore. Connections? None of those either. I don't have much to give ya kid."

"That's where you're wrong Wilson. So very wrong."

I think this chapter really sucks. I could've made it better. Yes, I finally updated. Aren't you'll all happy that I started again…again?