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Chapter 7

Hell Incarnate

"Let me get this straight, you want me to evacuate the city so that you can have a couple of planes fly over and bomb the place?"

New York's mayor, Charles Bryant had heard a lot of crazy things. Of course, that happens when you're the mayor of a city full of super-humans, but this took the cake.

"Actually, we don't want to blow up the city," Rook said. The company had sent the hotshot business representative responsible to fess up about where the aliens had come from and suggest their plan to remove the creatures. "Just carefully selected bits of it where the aliens chose to make their home."

"And why not just send in the army to wipe them out?" Bryant asked. "It sure would save a lot of property damage!"

"Because these things would rip them apart."

"Then why were you idiots keeping them in the middle of the city?" Bryant yelled.

"We had them contained," Rook said. "Until Spider-man…"

"I don't care about Spider-man," Bryant said pointing at him. "It's you nutcases that are responsible and after all this is over you're going to stand trial!"

Bryant inhaled deeply to calm himself. "Now when can we drop the bombs?"

"According to our estimates we should be good to go in about five or six hours."

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Five or six hours later.

Peter's eyes flickered open. The room was dark, but his night vision penetrated it. He was cemented against the wall by some sort of black resin. The same material also covered the walls. Some of the resin still had victims trapped in it. All of them had midsize holes in their chest like something had broken out of them. Open eggs were sitting in front of the bodies and more still closed ones littered the floor. A few aliens were meandering around the room, but one of them was hanging from the ceiling and intently watching Peter.

"Good mourning, Parker," Venom said smirking.

"What happened to them?" Peter asked nodding toward the bodies and looking repulsed.

"Well, that's how us aliens are born," Venom still didn't lose his smirk. "After the facehugger impregnates the host the chestbuster grows inside them for a few minutes to an hour and then once it's mature it rips out of the host."

The egg closest to Peter began to open and a pale crab-like creature pulled itself out of egg. The creature slowly began to make its way toward Peter.

Peter felt his Spider-sense blare as the alien approached. Thrashing and trying to pull himself out of the resin failed. The stuff was too strong. Venom's smirk grew broader. Peter cried out in panic as the creature started climbing up toward his face.

A sound similar to a sword being unsheathed accompanied the appearance of the waldoes from Spidey's back. The mechanical arms thrust downward. One of them impaled the facehugger, but the alien's blood began eating it apart. Then they went to work slashing through the resin.

Venom roared in rage and dropped from the ceiling. Fortunately, one of Peter's arms was freed by then and a spray of webbing blinded the alien. The infuriated alien snarled and clawed at the webbing, ripping through it and attracting the attention of the other aliens in the room.

Mouths open, two of them charged toward Spider-man, who was now half way out of the resin. Only his lower body was still trapped. Grabbing both the aliens before they could reach him, he slammed their heads together and they stumbled back dazed.

Finally, ripping free. Peter bent down and picked up his discarded mask from the floor. He quickly slipped it back on.

With a roar, Venom ripped the last of the webbing off his face and turned to face Spider-man who drove a fist into Venom's chin, knocking the alien flat.

Spider-man jumped into the air and sprayed a strand of webbing to swing from. He glanced around the room and saw no windows. He must be in some sort of basement. He made to form another web line, but before he could something hooked onto his leg and with a sharp yank he was pulled back to the floor and into Venom's waiting arms.

"You aren't the only one with webs," Venom growled into his face. "This time we're going to kill you ourselves and then you'll wish we'd have let the facehugger kill you."

"What could you possibly do that's worse then having an alien rip itself out of me?" Spider-man asked, wriggling to escape Venom's vice-like grip. Aliens began to gather around the two.

Venom growled and opened his mouth. He thrust his mouth toward Peter's very much exposed head.