Present Time.
Felicia had Kraven at his knees, her hand around his large round neck. Kraven was beaten badly, bleeding from the mouth and above his eye. "Where is the antidote?" Felicia demanded.
"I don't know,"
Felicia smacked him upside the head. "Wrong answer! Now tell me where it is?"
"I, I" Kraven stuttered. Felicia drew back her fist menacingly. "I really don't have it. You have to believe me!"
"What do you mean? You have to have an antidote. What if you had gotten some of the poison accidentally?"
"Then I would," Kraven struggled for the words. "I would have died like a true warrior, just as your precious Spider will die. There's nothing either one of us can do now."
Felicia turned her head away from Kraven. Her face was filled with grief. With a deep breath she held back tears and then returned her gaze toward him, eyes full with rage. She prepared to deliver one last, mortal blow.
Kraven smiled, "It has been an honor to fight with you. In many ways you are a greater warrior than your friend."
Felicia was about to kill Kraven. She wanted to kill this man, to torture this man who had poisoned the one she loved. But she heard her father's words, "never use your abilities for evil". Spider-man had taught her that much as well. She relinquished her hold on Kraven.
"What are you doing? Aren't you going to finish me off like the victorious warrior should? Please, let me die with honor!"
"You're not worth it," Felicia said. "Leave New York and never come back." Then she darted to the end of the building; soaring through the air to the next rooftop, she raced back to be with her love before it was too late.
Two years earlier.
Felicia had practiced her new skills and began patrolling the city at night, dressed in black and wearing a mask that hid her eyes. She decided that she needed a name and chose the "Black Cat" to pay homage to her father.
After two weeks Felicia had mastered her abilities and learned to use the tools her father had given her. She had already stopped a few muggings and assaults and the feelings she experienced were nothing short of breathtaking. Felicia felt that she had accomplished something, that she had helped someone, and it was all because of her and not her money. But her reasons for helping those in need were not entirely altruistic. Every night as she scoured the city for a crime scene she couldn't help but hope Spider-man would turn up. So far she had no luck.
She leapt from one rooftop to the next and prepared to jump another, but she heard a whimper from down below. She stopped and climbed down the side of the building to get a better look.
Felicia was perched two stories above the ground, holding on to the metal fire escape in one hand, her foot supporting her weight on a nearby window ledge. She looked down into the dark alley and could make out four large men who cornered a fifth man.
"Look, I don't know what your talking 'bout." The fifth man pleaded.
"Yeah, so you weren't part of the gang that ripped off the Harlem warehouse?"
"No," the man stuttered. "I was no where near that warehouse."
"Yeah, is that so? Maybe you need something to refresh your memory. Charlie, do you think you could help him out?" Two men held the fifth man against the wall while Charlie punched him across the face.
"What do you want! I'll tell you." The man begged, blood spraying from his mouth.
"Didn't take much," the one man smirked. "Who do you work for? My boss wants to know who ripped him off."
"I, I don't know?"
"Charlie, I think he might need some more help remembering."
"Wait!" The man beseeched. "I work for Bruno Andrews! But he's not the boss. He takes orders for someone else but I don't know who. None of us do. Someone powerful."
"Looks like we got ourselves a grunt man. Don't even know who he's working for but willing to tell us anything after a couple punches. The name Bruno is a start. But I'm afraid you are not going to last long in this business. In fact it doesn't look like you're going to last through the night. Boys, take care of him."
Three of the men advanced on the one, whimpering man. But Felicia jumped down from her perch, doing a flip and landing agilely in a cat-like position. "Why don't you boys play nice?"
The men stopped in there tracks and stared at Felicia. But Felicia didn't wait. She punched one man and kicked another. All four men then turned on Felicia, letting go of the other man. The man intended for the beating just stood there in shock. Felicia screamed, "Run!" to the man as she dodged a punch and the man took off, unable to believe his luck.
One of the men grabbed her from behind and she used her head to bash in his nose. She could feel his warm blood trickle down the back of her neck. "Who are you?" Another man asked in shock as he backed away.
"I'm your worst nightmare!" Felicia laughed as she threw another punch, knocking a man to the ground. "But my friends call me the Black Cat."
She attempted another kick but she was tripped from behind. The two large men pinned her to the ground, while the man with the bleeding nose pulled out a gun. "Honey, I don't like women who play rough." Felicia closed her eyes expecting to hear a gun shot and then to hear nothing ever again. But there was no shot. Instead she heard a familiar voice say confidently, "That's a shame because I hear your mother likes to play real rough." She opened her eyes and the gun had been pulled out of the man's hand by a line of webbing. The man looked up the building and there was Spider-man, hovering above them.
To be continued.
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Felicia had Kraven at his knees, her hand around his large round neck. Kraven was beaten badly, bleeding from the mouth and above his eye. "Where is the antidote?" Felicia demanded.
"I don't know,"
Felicia smacked him upside the head. "Wrong answer! Now tell me where it is?"
"I, I" Kraven stuttered. Felicia drew back her fist menacingly. "I really don't have it. You have to believe me!"
"What do you mean? You have to have an antidote. What if you had gotten some of the poison accidentally?"
"Then I would," Kraven struggled for the words. "I would have died like a true warrior, just as your precious Spider will die. There's nothing either one of us can do now."
Felicia turned her head away from Kraven. Her face was filled with grief. With a deep breath she held back tears and then returned her gaze toward him, eyes full with rage. She prepared to deliver one last, mortal blow.
Kraven smiled, "It has been an honor to fight with you. In many ways you are a greater warrior than your friend."
Felicia was about to kill Kraven. She wanted to kill this man, to torture this man who had poisoned the one she loved. But she heard her father's words, "never use your abilities for evil". Spider-man had taught her that much as well. She relinquished her hold on Kraven.
"What are you doing? Aren't you going to finish me off like the victorious warrior should? Please, let me die with honor!"
"You're not worth it," Felicia said. "Leave New York and never come back." Then she darted to the end of the building; soaring through the air to the next rooftop, she raced back to be with her love before it was too late.
Two years earlier.
Felicia had practiced her new skills and began patrolling the city at night, dressed in black and wearing a mask that hid her eyes. She decided that she needed a name and chose the "Black Cat" to pay homage to her father.
After two weeks Felicia had mastered her abilities and learned to use the tools her father had given her. She had already stopped a few muggings and assaults and the feelings she experienced were nothing short of breathtaking. Felicia felt that she had accomplished something, that she had helped someone, and it was all because of her and not her money. But her reasons for helping those in need were not entirely altruistic. Every night as she scoured the city for a crime scene she couldn't help but hope Spider-man would turn up. So far she had no luck.
She leapt from one rooftop to the next and prepared to jump another, but she heard a whimper from down below. She stopped and climbed down the side of the building to get a better look.
Felicia was perched two stories above the ground, holding on to the metal fire escape in one hand, her foot supporting her weight on a nearby window ledge. She looked down into the dark alley and could make out four large men who cornered a fifth man.
"Look, I don't know what your talking 'bout." The fifth man pleaded.
"Yeah, so you weren't part of the gang that ripped off the Harlem warehouse?"
"No," the man stuttered. "I was no where near that warehouse."
"Yeah, is that so? Maybe you need something to refresh your memory. Charlie, do you think you could help him out?" Two men held the fifth man against the wall while Charlie punched him across the face.
"What do you want! I'll tell you." The man begged, blood spraying from his mouth.
"Didn't take much," the one man smirked. "Who do you work for? My boss wants to know who ripped him off."
"I, I don't know?"
"Charlie, I think he might need some more help remembering."
"Wait!" The man beseeched. "I work for Bruno Andrews! But he's not the boss. He takes orders for someone else but I don't know who. None of us do. Someone powerful."
"Looks like we got ourselves a grunt man. Don't even know who he's working for but willing to tell us anything after a couple punches. The name Bruno is a start. But I'm afraid you are not going to last long in this business. In fact it doesn't look like you're going to last through the night. Boys, take care of him."
Three of the men advanced on the one, whimpering man. But Felicia jumped down from her perch, doing a flip and landing agilely in a cat-like position. "Why don't you boys play nice?"
The men stopped in there tracks and stared at Felicia. But Felicia didn't wait. She punched one man and kicked another. All four men then turned on Felicia, letting go of the other man. The man intended for the beating just stood there in shock. Felicia screamed, "Run!" to the man as she dodged a punch and the man took off, unable to believe his luck.
One of the men grabbed her from behind and she used her head to bash in his nose. She could feel his warm blood trickle down the back of her neck. "Who are you?" Another man asked in shock as he backed away.
"I'm your worst nightmare!" Felicia laughed as she threw another punch, knocking a man to the ground. "But my friends call me the Black Cat."
She attempted another kick but she was tripped from behind. The two large men pinned her to the ground, while the man with the bleeding nose pulled out a gun. "Honey, I don't like women who play rough." Felicia closed her eyes expecting to hear a gun shot and then to hear nothing ever again. But there was no shot. Instead she heard a familiar voice say confidently, "That's a shame because I hear your mother likes to play real rough." She opened her eyes and the gun had been pulled out of the man's hand by a line of webbing. The man looked up the building and there was Spider-man, hovering above them.
To be continued.
Note: Please keep reviewing and telling me what you think. Reviews fuel me to post more often.