Spider-Wars
Chapter II
The Unlimited Spider-Man
A/N: So, here is the third, chapter I believe. I realize the chapters may not be all that long and that my or may not change.
Get a grip, Parker! You're hanging upside-down, in a costume you've never seen before! I looked at my reflection and reviewed the details of the costume. It was red in the torso, arms, and head. It had black webbing and a huge darker red spider on the torso. From the waist down it was all black. It had black mask with red webbing. For the eyespots it was a slightly light gray color. I stood up straight on the building, did a somersault and stood on my hands on the wall. I flipped off the building and dived toward the ground, whooping in excitement the whole way down. As I fell, I felt like there was some kind of adrenaline pumping through my veins. I realized I didn't have my web shooters and as I thought about my webbing, my hand formed into entire strands of webbing. It wrapped around a pole and I sat down on it. Breathing heavily, I thought where this came from. I could have sworn something like this had happened to me before. But I couldn't figure out what. I wondered how far I could jump, so I tried it. I jumped all the way to the next pole. I dropped down and wondered how strong I was. I grabbed a door and ended up ripping it off its hinges.
I was astonished. For it seemed that I had unlimited strength, I chose to name the costume: Spider-Man Unlimited. I swung home and climbed through the open window. I took off the new costume and put it on my desk. This is something else. I'll need to study it tomorrow, I thought. I went to sleep on the couch, realizing how exhausted I was. I drifted off to sleep. I didn't feel like myself. I woke up the next morning fully energized. I wanted to go web-swinging. I went to go get my Stealth-Suit, but when I got up; I noticed my new suit was on. How odd, I thought. How'd this get on? No matter. It's faster than putting my suit on. I slipped out the window. I swung to the odd place that I would find peace and quiet. I swung to the Washington Bridge. I wondered why I thought I'd find my peace there. I swung there and sat at the top, lost in thought. I wondered if I'd ever see Mary Jane again. Thinking about this somehow made me think of our first "date." Why did it remind me of this? I had no clue. I classified her as a friend at first, but that was before she changed my mind. We had gone to the park just to walk around. Then she said she liked being around me. I ended up saying the same about her. She thought that was a surprise. I just laughed.
She looked at me and I just asked her if there was anything wrong. That's when she surprised me with our first kiss. She just looked at me afterwards. I guess after that kiss, I changed my feelings about her. I didn't get why she just disappeared. Something wasn't right in the book. Then I heard a laugh behind me. I turned around just in time to see the Green Goblin fly right past the bridge! I was seething with rage. This time, I'm going rip you limb from limb, I thought as I swung off the bridge toward him. I fired a web at his glider and started to climb up toward him. When I got up to him I said, "All right Norman,-" before I finished my sentence he turned and looked at me. "Wait, you're not the Green Goblin!" I said to him, seeing that his mask had like that top flap thing that all the other goblin masks had. And the ront of his mask was a pale tan color, like pale skin that had blood loss.. "Ah! How observant you are!" he said, as he grabbed my wrists. "No, I'm not the Green Goblin! I'm the Demogoblin, not that you'll live long enough for it to matter!" I shook my head. "No, you're definetely not the Hobgoblin." I said. "That Phillips guy is still in prison." He sneered, as he threw me off the glider, or at least he tried to. I fell off and my arm turned into a huge strand of webbing that grasped the glider. "Handy!" I said. I pulled myself back up, ready for a fight.
I got up behind him and pushed him off his glider. I jumped off too and free-fell down to him. I shot out a long web and it wrapped tightly around him. I brought him up so he could see my face. "What do you want?" he asked impatiently. "Well, you I suppose." I said. I let us fall to a roof top, him landing back-first. When he landed I got up, walked away. All of a sudden, a pumpkin bomb whizzed past me. I shot a web at it, grabbed it and threw it back at him.
"I'll be seeing you again." I said, as I dived off the roof. I swung away, feeling weird. I felt like I was full of rage. I swung off toward home. I dived through the window. I took off this costume and hung it on the wall. That costume where did it come from? I thought. I put the suit back on, and put my clothes on over it. I picked up the newspaper off the table (If you're wondering how the newspaper's get in every morning, well the door-man delivers each of them to the apartments.) I looked at the main headline. It said, "New Spider-Man In Town!" I stared at the photographer's name under the picture: Ben Reilly.
"I'm gonna throw some dirt in your eye." I said, angrily. I ripped the newspaper in half, and got up to take my clothes off, so I could get in my costume. When I thought about my costume, the suit formed over my clothes. Impressive! I thought. I jumped out the window and swung to the Daily Bugle. When I got there I tried thinking about my clothes and well, you get the idea. I got in to see if my boss had a job for me. I went to talk to him and he just said, "Parker, out of here! You're fired!" I was surprised."What? Why?" I asked. "Well for starters, you didn't get me pictures of the new Spider-Man!" he said. "And, didn't you get the message I left you this morning?" I shook my head.
He got up out of his chair and this surprised me. "Look Parker, you're a good kid." he said. "But you're fired. We have a new photographer." I was getting angry, but I tried to keep my cool. "Please, J.J. I need this job." He walked up to me and stared at me. He then ripped off the Daily Bugle badge on my jacket. He walked back to his desk and sat down. I just stood there, until he looked up at me. "What are you waiting for?" he asked. "Chinese New Year? You're fired! Get out!" I walked out of the office and out of the building, rage had overpowered me. I went into the alley and changed into my costume. "Ben Reilly, your mom's not gonna recognize you when I'm done!" I muttered as I swung off. I swung until I saw Ben Reilly by the bridge. He was just walking by the bridge. I jumped and kept swinging, closing in on him.
He walked to an abandoned warehouse. I followed him inside. He changed into his costume and that was when I struck. "Ben Reilly, you're finished!" I shrieked from the shadowy ceiling. "What, who's there?!" he looked up surprised. I leaped and knocked him down. "Who are you?!" he asked as he punched and kicked. "You should know." I said, as I lifted him up over my head. "Wait, you can't do this! You're supposed to be the good guy!" he said. "Dream on Reilly!" I said, ramming him face first into a pole. "You're gonna wish you hadn't done that." He said, angrily. "I only wish I did it sooner." I hissed. I picked him back up and threw him at the brick wall. I walked over to him as he got up, dazed from hitting the wall.
He threw a punch at me, but I grabbed his fist, and socked him in the stomach. He fell back down, coughing. "What do you want from me man? I don't even know you!" he said. "On the contrary, you do!" I said. I picked him up, and threw him at the glass window. "If you ever, ever replace me at something I'm good at again, then I'm going to hurt you even more." I said. He got up and tried to attack me as I walked away, but my spider-sense warned me. I moved out of the way as his punch whizzed past me, and I grabbed his fist, blocking it as I turned to face him. I kneed him in the stomach, which casued him to fall on his knees. "I'm not done yet." I hissed, as I brought his face upwards, so he was looking at me. I then smashed my forehead against his, causing him to fall over. After he didn't get back up, I walked out of the warehouse and swung away.
When I got home I went to sleep. I was exhausted, and I wanted to get a good night's sleep. If I knew what was in store for me, I wouldn't have gone to sleep. I had a bad dream, actually. Mary Jane appeared in my dream. I walked up to kiss her, since I could only do that in my dreams, but she backed away from me. "Ok, I think something isn't right here. What's wrong?" I asked, surprised. She only sighed. "Peter, you beat up your own clone over a job! Do you know how pathetic that is?" she asked me. "So? He had it coming!" I said. "Peter, look what you did to him." She said. A bubble opened and it showed Ben with his mask off, and he was bleeding really bad. It was coming out of his nose, and from his lips.
"Mary Jane, I-" I started to say, but she interrupted me. "Peter, for New York's sake, get rid of the new suit you have." I looked at her. "You don't love me, do you?" I asked. "Peter, of course I love you! But, if we're going to have a future together, you need to get rid of that costume!" she said. "I… Mary Jane… I can't." I stammered.
"Why? That costume is evil Peter!" she urged. "How do you know?" I said. "You beat up Ben Reilly, enraged!" she said. "You wouldn't have done that with the traditional red-and-blue suit!" she said. "Why do you say that?" I asked. "Because I know that you're a gentle person." She said. "You can't go around hurting innocents!" She's right! I swear to god she's right! I thought.
"You're right, Mary Jane." I said. "So you'll get rid of it?" she asked hopefully. "I'll try my best." I promised. "Oh, thank god!" she said. She started to fade like last time, but I said, "Wait!" "What?" she said reappearing. "I don't get a hug, or anything?" I asked. "Get rid of that costume first." She said. "Then we'll see." Then she faded for good, and I woke up. I looked at my costume, and put it on, despite Mary Jane's warnings. "I can't be too sure that you're evil." I said, diving out the window.
I swung to the warehouse, hoping to find Ben. I landed on the roof, and opened the roof hatch. I crawled down the support beam. I saw a bloody Ben at the bottom. I jumped off and landed in front of him, freaking him out. "It's you again! Just leave me alone man!" he begged. "Ben, I don't want to hurt you!" I said. "I just want to talk!" He just tried to punch me. I dodged and stuck to a pole. "Ben, stop it!" I protested. "If you attack me, you'll accelerate my rage!" But he didn't listen. He grabbed my arm and swung me into a wall.
I groaned, trying to keep out the rage. "I'm begging to stop, Ben!" I pleaded. "If you fight me, you'll be in a worse condition than you already are!" He still fought, kicking me. I fled away from him, pain filling me. What is wrong with me? Is this costume really evil? I thought. The pain got worse as he threw me into a wall. I looked at my hands and saw my fingers had extended into razor-sharp talons. I tried to make him stop, but the pain in my head was excruciating. Then slimy arms ripped out of the costume's back. "I will end you!" I screamed at Ben, but the voice wasn't mine.
I immediately attacked him, enraged, again. He fought hard, and I ended up socking him in the jaw. The arms in my back picked him up by the shoulders, and I sliced the sleeveless sweater he was wearing apart. He tried to punch me, but I grabbed his hand, and smashed it in a metal pole. He groaned in pain, and I picked him up, and rammed him into the brick wall.
He tried to use his webs to stop me, but whatever this suit was made of, it had no effect. I picked him up again, and slammed him back first into the bricks. He got up but failed. I started to calm down and the arms shrunk back into my back. I started to walk away, and I swung off. I lost it back there! This costume is evil! I thought. I swung to the bridge, to calm down. On the way there my spider sense went off. What now? I thought.
I looked around, but saw nothing. "You ruined my face. And for that, you're gonna die!" a voice said. Then a blade cut my webbing, and I fell. I looked around and landed back first on a roof-top. I saw a tall familiar figure above me. "Demogoblin?" I asked. "Surprised?" he asked. I kicked him over and got up. "You'll ruin my new costume!" he screamed. That's when I noticed his new costume. He was wearing a black cloak that was torn in several places. And under that, he was black pants, boots, gloves and a vest. His sleeves and mask were the same pale color. And it looked like there was an air filter fitted into the mask. He had a cannon that was mounted on his shoulder. His shoulder-mounted cannon came up and blasted me off of him. I honestly hated the new goblin. I picked him up and threw him across the building. I jumped and swung into him. He grabbed a pumpkin bomb out of his bag, and threw it at me. I shot a web at it, and it exploded into sonic waves. The suit immediately started to deform on my feet. With my bare feet exposed, I had a weakness. He picked me up and swung me into a metal pole. I felt the rage building up again,and I kicked him in the chest. He grabbed my suit and tried to rip the mask off, but I kicked him off.
I picked him up and walked to the edge of the building and held him over the edge. I loosened my grip. "You can't do this!" he said. "Can't I? I have the power." I said. Then I remembered what Mary Jane had said in my dream: That Costume is evil, Peter! her voice echoed in my head. Was she right? "No! Don't!" Demogoblin said. I threw him back on the roof and I swung away. I swung onto a wall and held myself. "I almost did something back there I would have regretted for the rest of my life." I said. I looked into the glass and saw myself. Then lightning flashed, and it showed my face. But it didn't belong to me. The face was menacing red and black streaks with fangs. What's happening to me? I thought. I swung to the bell tower to rest and my spider sense went off. I looked up and saw the Demogoblin. "Can't you leave me alone?" I asked. "Oh, but we have unfinished business you and I." he said. He leaped off his glider and punched me. I got up and kicked him to the ledge. He tried to punch me and backed away, just in time. He had wrist-blades! This guy is a Predator knock-off! I grabbed his cannon and crushed it.
I kept hitting him and he dodged and sliced through my arm. I felt enraged and this time I couldn't control it. I ripped off a steel pole, as I had great strength. I slammed them into the wrist-blades. They smashed apart. "No! My wrist-blades!" he screamed. I grabbed his wrists and slammed him against the railing, part of him hanging over the edge. "The chicks in the mail, baby!" I hissed. "No! What are you try- I give up! I'd rather go to jail than be dead." He begged. "Who said anything about jail?" I hissed. "I don't get it." He said, surprised. "You will." I said. I shot out a web and grabbed the shattered wrist-blade. I held it over his head. "You're supposed to be the good guy, you can't do this!" he urged. "Why not? I have the power." I said, again. With great power, comes great responsibility. My regular voice echoed in my head. I shook my head driving the thoughts away. "I'm tired of not getting what I want." I said. "I lost Mary Jane, Norman Osborn and my Uncle Ben. I'm not such a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man anymore!" Then, my good side broke through. "My Uncle Ben, he used to tell me: with great power, comes great responsibility." I said. "Oh!" he sighed. "I knew you wouldn't." Then a slimy arm came out of the costume, and punched Demogoblin off the building. "No! What have I done?!" I said. "What's this costume doing?!" I said, as I shot a web and caught Demogoblin.
"Mary Jane was right! The suit's taking control." I said. "I have to get it off." I said, tugging on the suit. "No, it's too late. It won't let me!" Then the I head sirens for a fire going off at the other end of the building. I felt excruciating pain all over. "The suit is in pain! I can feel it. Why?" All of a sudden, I remembered how I defeated Dead-Carnage. "Sonic vibration!" I exclaimed. "The noise makes you crazy! Why couldn't I remember that before?" I got as close as I could to the siren's generator. Then the suit started to unravel, but it wasn't enough. I gripped the mask of the costume and started to pull. The middle of the mask started to pull apart. I had started to get the mask off, when it tried to reattach itself. As if took it's time doing that, I ripped the torso area apart. I eventually got the costume to leave and slither down into the dark alley. I fell onto my back in my street clothes exhausted. "Why couldn't I remember?" I asked. "Did the suit somehow whipe the memory of my encounter with Venom's black suit? Mary Jane was right." I got up, and decided it was time to head home.
At last, it's over, I thought. I have to get out of here! I walked home in my street clothes, since that's the last type of clothing I was in. I got home, and sat down. I looked up and saw a dark figure. "Who's there?" I asked, standing up a little bit freaked out. "Peter, I bet you know where my father is." A voice said. The figure turned the light and revealed himself as my best friend, Harry Osborn. "Harry, how'd you get in here?" I asked. "We used to be room mates, remember? But that isn't the point!" he said, slamming me against the wall. "First, you steal Mary Jane from me, and now my dad! Where are they?" he said angrily. "I don't know Harry!" I protested. "Not good enough!" he screamed, punching me. I fall on my knees, filled with rage. "Get out." I whispered. "What?" he asked, angrily. "I said get out!" I screamed at him. "Peter, you have problems." He said walking out the door. "You're the one with problems, Harry!" I said, as I closed it behind him and sat down on the couch. Things are different now Harry, I thought. I can't deal with Mary Jane's disappearance much longer. I can't take it anymore! I thought. When will I get a break?
A/N: So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. What did you think of Peter's very brief time with the Carnage Symbiote? Or what about how it "wiped" his memory of his encounter with the Black Suit? Again, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and until the next chapter!