A/N: Hey guys, this is just gonna be a quick chapter so I can get my creative juices flowing for the next chapter so don't start complaining that it's too short. Just think of it as a kind of "waiting-for-an-incredible-next-chapter" kind of chapter.


DOA

Her blood ran quickly through her veins. The platinum blond hair flew behind her as she jumped from rooftop to rooftop. "Pleasure to see you again." a man laughed. She looked behind her.

Damn it, she thought. A sly grin came to her face. "You know I'd love to stay and talk Fisk, but I'm afraid I have better things to do." she said. She walked to the edge of the rooftop. "Au revoir bon ami." She took one step back and she started to fall towards the ground. "Three, two, one." The second after one was said Ben swung by and caught her. "Right on time."

"Do you think I'd let you fall?" he asked. "Well, not yet. I still don't know who you are." As he started the swinging motion going back up the web detached itself from his wrist and his grip on her loosened. She jumped to a nearby rooftop and jumped across it. He shot another web and in a matter of seconds he was standing on top of a building looking down on Times Square. Below on the street bodies lay limp, blood stained the snow, and children and adults alike looked out nervously out of store windows. A lone black figure ran down the streets. His eyes looked towards it. Could it be? It wasn't possible. MacGargan had died so many years ago. He shook his head and the figure was gone.

"Looks like we're late Spider." the Black Cat said. "Until next time." She saluted him and left. He shook his head. Another villain got away. Well it wasn't his fault. He didn't know about it in time to save the day. He shook his head and shot a web. The sun shined in the New York sky. The beams of it glistened on the water edge. Ben detached a web from his wrist. He flew in mid-air for a few seconds and then started falling back towards the ground. He shot another web and pulled himself forward. He watched the people below as they talked to one another.

After a minute or two of slinging he landed on top of the apartment building his parents lived in. He stripped down to his street clothes and walked down the stairs of the of the apartment building. The world was silent and the blood was shed of many. He didn't know whether it was him to blame or someone else. It was just a bit of a disturbing fact. He walked into the apartment with his head held low.

"So what was it?" Gwen asked.

"A bunch of dead bodies in Times Square." he replied. "And a black figure running away."

"Venom" Peter thought.


A/N: Again I'm sorry for the lack of recent updates, and the shortness of the chapter. I hope to have a full length one up soon. And I do believe I already know what the ending of this story will be. And no, Venom will not be featured in this story. It will be a bit more complex than that. I thank the reviewer/fellow writer who gave me the idea for it.