Disclaimer: I don't own aliens, or Spider-man.

Chapter 2

Contamination

Spider-man hung upside down from the side of the building, listening through the window he had crashed through previously. Someone had beaten the cops and the ambulance to the crime scene.

They were wearing what looked to be radiation suits. They moved about the room grabbing the egg things and taking the people that had the crab things stuck to their faces out of the room.

Lyle Browman, the team's leader, glanced around as the infected people and eggs were gathered up. "Make sure you get all the eggs and make sure the number of face-huggers present is equal to the number of open eggs. We can't afford any leaks!"

"Yes, sir," One of the suited men replied.

"Uh? Sir?" His microphone buzzed.

"What?" he snapped.

"The police are here," the voice replied. "They say somebody reported a disturbance at this address."

"Tell them everything is perfectly fine, that it was just a prank call," Lyle said.

"Sir!" One of the men said in alarm.

"What is it?" Lyle again yelled.

"One of the face huggers isn't here," the man replied.

"Check the neighborhood," Lyle ordered. "It couldn't have gone far."

Underneath his mask, Spider-man frowned. What the heck was a face hugger?

Looking in through the window, he saw one of the eggs was really close to him. Extending his hand, he pressed his middle finger and ring finger to his palm and fired a line of webbing at the egg. Then with a sharp pull, he pulled out the egg and grabbed it.

Tucking the egg under his arm, he released his hold on the building and started his swing home.

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(Several stories below Spider-man and the clean up team.)

Ernie shrugged as he regained consciousness. Glancing around the dark alley, he wondered how he had come to fall asleep there. He glanced down and jumped back slightly in fright as he saw a crab-like creature. He stepped back afraid it might attack him, but his fears were not justified because the creature was dead.

Ernie turned and made a run for his apartment home.

Only after Ernie had entered the front door of the apartment complex did he start to recall what had happen. That thing had jumped out at him and then his vision faded.

Ernie frowned as he entered his small three-room apartment. Hunger gnawed at him and he grabbed a large amount of leftover Chinese out of the refrigerator. He stuffed it into the microwave and punched in the number and start.

He set his key ring on the table and sat down. Burying his face in his palms, he wondered what he should do about the thing that had attacked him.

Should he go to the police and see if they believe him? Probably not even though there were countless amounts of superheroes and villains flying around New York alone.

Well, if he had any proof, maybe they'd believe him. He could go back to the alley and grab the alien's carcass. Yeah, that's what he would do.

The microwave beeped and he decided he would get something to eat first. He pulled the noodles out and sat them on the table, where he greedily scooped them into his mouth. He quickly finished the whole container. He was still hungry. He had just finished a whole container of noodles and he was still hungry?

Shrugging it off as worry, he got up and grabbed his keys making his way to the door.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced his chest. He gripped his chest, but otherwise ignored the pain, until another more intense jolt lunched through his chest. "Agh!"

He sat down on the floor as another shot of pain coursed through him. It felt like something was ripping its way out of his chest. Looking down, he saw his skin stretching against his shirt.

Ernie cried out in pain one last time before in a spray of blood and bone fragments, something burst out of his chest. Ernie fell to the floor dead as the skeletal snake like creature crawled off to a safer place.