A/N: So, for those of you who are following me (Just checked, 28 of you at the time of initially writing, honestly I'm impressed that someone like me has that many, thank you all). I'm sure you are no doubt wondering if I'll get a story complete before the new year, it seems I won't be able to, if only because I have so many ideas in my head it can be rather hard to focus on a single idea at once. So I figured why not at least start writing something that I've been mulling over in my head for a while now. And the result is a chapter for a new story that you are reading right now! Anyhow, thing's have been... alright for me considering. I'm honestly not at all bothered of being in my room all the time, so I'm used to it. So, I'm sure some of you are curious why I'm writing a new story rather than just do one I already have been working on? Well, it's just that I figured if I start getting to work on this one, I'll get chapter's for my other stories going as well. Anyhow it's an AU for Spider-Man, again, which involves myself as a character in the story, again. But it's a bit more different compared to my 'A Spider and A Specter' one. I won't get into details, after all this is meant to be the opening chapter to the story! So, lets begin shall we?

A Symbiotic Specter

Prolouge

A New Lease on Life?

You know how people say when you are about to die you see your life flash before your eyes?

Well, I didn't really see anything like that, not that it mattered.

It's not that my life was awful, I mean it wasn't exactly great, but I managed to deal with it.

Honestly, the world I left behind was one that I had no intention of going back to, if only because it had a kind of crazy that I have no intention of reliving again if I have to go around the whole thing once more. Not that I'd have an issue with being reincarnated or however it goes, just that I'd like a world that something more to offer you know?

But I suppose it could have been worse, could have had some nut job's somehow get ahold of some nukes (or all of them) and use them to wreck the whole planet, at least people finally started to act in a more reasonable matter after some time. Doesn't change the fact how some folks treated me as Persona Non Grata even towards my death. Even if they acted like asses to me, I only hope that whatever awaits them, that nothing bad comes to them. I've always been a compassionate soul, not to mention a bit of an old soul as well, at least by some peoples standards, and I felt it. Not so much like I felt I was an old man even in my youth, but I could feel a sense of how I might have done all of this a whole bunch of times, if I did, well I wouldn't really know about it. Guess something about all of it had required any old memories of any prior lives be wiped, or perhaps it was my choice to do so? Hmm, I suppose it don't really matter, but if I do have a choice, I'd like to keep my memories this time around, if only to remind myself that whatever I would be dealing with in my new life wouldn't be as bad compared to what I felt in my old one...

And what was my old life exactly? Well, it isn't much to write about, at least for me, some might think it'd be. But I know that others have had it as rough if not more so. Anyhow, when I was born, I wanted to come out early it seems, as most women don't give birth to kids at 5 and half months if they can help it. My Mom's doctor's tried tying up her cervix so I couldn't go out the natural way, then again hard to say if that would have really changed much, of course they tried to see if I could stay in, but that meant my Mom had to be on her hands and knees all the time and couldn't get out of that position. And yes, that even meant when she had to use the bathroom, for EITHER case...

Cue a Nurse not wiping my Mom right after such an occurrence, a guy from the CDC coming to pretty much tell her if they didn't get me out and deal with chance of me dying, then we'd both be dead cause there was in the amitotic sac, and having to do a C-section where they had to cut her both ways because I was so hard to find. And as if that wasn't enough, the Doctor who pulled me out wound up messing up my left leg! Not like they'd have known at the time, would be years before we found out. I don't hate the guy though, even if he was said to cry at the fact it was him who caused it, I never once hated him for it. He was just doing his job, it sucked he couldn't have done it better and I had to deal with a constant pain all my life, but I never thought ill of the guy. Either way the fact was I'd probably be not as athletic anyhow, what with having both my Lungs collapse on me when I was but a few weeks old, if not even. The fact a baby boy born that early, weighing 1 pound and 7 ounces managed to survive all of that and grew to life a rather long life, well, I don't if anyone was looking out for me, but I suppose if anyone was, I'd offer a bit of thanks. If only because for all the craziness I grew up into, among other things, that at least I had some good times as well...

Anyhow, I grew up, managed to do well in school, got into writing, managed to do rather well and was rather successful, even if I only had a free course here or there, and even then had never bothered to interact with many people there and would only focus on just being a good writer and nothing else. Was annoying at first dealing with the fact a lot of those in power in the writing world would often look down on those who just wanted to make quality stories instead of just preaching whatever they thought had to be. But at some point people just got fed up and pretty much demanded such individuals be replaced by those who actually cared about their work. Needless to say, I wound up doing rather well all things considered. Even was offered to work on some of the big icon's of popular fiction, I respectfully declined at first, if only because I felt whatever I'd do would be erased and replaced by someone else who wanted to just do whatever themselves. And yet, after they insisted, with legal documents stating that my changes would never be altered or gone back on under penalty of some hefty legal things I couldn't bother to recall. I figured to go ahead and try. If nothing else, I could at least try to do something of worth with the IP's I was handed...

Turns out, I was the right kind of person for the job it seemed. As I managed to bring back IP's and Franchises that were all but considered dead or dying. Some even rumored that I had the specters of dead creators giving me ideas on how to fix what was broken, I honestly found it funny. Really I just cared a lot about what I was working on and just followed my heart about what should be done, I did make sure to reason with the editors of course. Until I found out just how incompetent they were and swiftly asked they either be reassigned to menial tasks or look for work elsewhere. I wasn't one to force or otherwise threaten other's normally, but seeing those lazy asses actually try to put effort in doing quality control did feel nice. If only because I managed to ensure they didn't screw things up more than they already were. One would have assumed that I would have just stuck with a company or something like that, but nope, always remained freelance, I worked on what I wanted to work on, when I wanted to, and had the right to be paid properly as I deemed fit. Most of the funds I'd just give to further causes for those less fortunate, after I made sure the money was ACTUALLY being used as intended of course. I even did my own original work, to which a lot of people said made them feel better and more optimistic about the future that lay ahead, no matter what it's setting was or the like. Things like that, that was what I wanted, I didn't care about money, or fame, or really what other's labeled me as. All I cared about was just doing what I can to make someone's life feel better...

Never got married or had kids though, did look after a lot of cousins and kids/grandkids/great-grandkids of family friends though, they all said I one of the greatest guys they ever knew. It warmed my heart to hear them say that. Even still, I never married because I would only go for the 'right gal' who I just knew would be it for me. Helpless romantic much? Yeah, but I didn't mind either way. The way I saw it, if I didn't have the ideal life here, then whatever life I'd have after would be where I'd get it, or at least be a bit closer to it anyhow. I saw a lot of family members grow old, it was a bit rough when my Grandparents died, both biological and marital, but I knew it would come at some point. As for when it was time for my mom, dad, and uncle's, well, they were all a bit harder for me. But at least my cousin from my second oldest uncle on my mom's side (she was the youngest of three siblings) had a family, so it's not like it would have ended there. But even still, it was something else to see him, and the rest of the family of 'my generation' grow old and die before me, and as if that wasn't enough, but it also went beyond that. It was something else to know you wound up being one of the 'last of an Era' to pass on from the world, only other person was a woman who I just felt might have been the one for me, too bad we never met in our lives, hopefully we see each other in the next one...

So, that's my life story. What do you think?

I think it just show's you are worthy of being properly rewarded for dealing with all that you have had.

Oh, um, thanks. But really I'm sure you have a LOT more folks who are deserving than me so...

Nonsense! Don't try to sell yourself so short! You have so much more potential than you already have...

I'm not going to be able to work my way out of this one, am I?

Well, what did you expect?

Honestly, I don't really know? But you know what, give me something interesting. Place me in a world that I can do some real good in, just don't send me to anything of, well, you know...

Think nothing of it! And I have just the place in mind...

Okay, I hope I don't regret this...

Don't worry, you won't. In fact, it'll be an amazing, no, SPECTACULAR experience!

Why do I get the feeling that my life is going to be filled with utter exhaustion and life issues?

Not so much YOUR life, well, not exactly JUST yours. It'll be tied with that of another...

Huh? Wait, what are you talking about?

HAVE FUN! I'LL KEEP IN TOUCH!

HEY! WHAT DO YOU MEAAAAANNNNN!

A/N: So, I'm sure some of you are probably going to wonder why I'm doing this? Well, it's cause I had this idea in mind for a while now, just never really tried to explore it all that much for the most part. Plus I've happened across a Fic or two that explored concepts like it, just in different ways from what I intend on doing. Needless to say, I hope you all enjoy what I hope is to be a fun yet another exciting rendition of the Classic Spider-Man story with a Twist! And for those of you who have been wanting an update to my other Spider-Man Fanfic, don't worry. I haven't forgotten that one, it's just I've been having a bout of writers block on how to progress for that particular story so I've kind of put it on a sort of Hiatus as a result, hopefully my work on this story will let me get past it and return to working on that one yet again!

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