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11:55 pm Friday night near the docks
"Wakey wakey eggs and bakey," was all that he could hear.
"What?" The thug was waking up from an unwilling nap, but he felt weird. Like if he was waking up after a night full of alcoholic fun. That wasn't right, he was working last night and he never drinks when he works. But God, did his head hurt so much.
"Hey, I said wake up" the same voice from before said to him and that was when he finally opened his eyes, which he instantly regretted.
"What the fu-!" He cursed as he founded himself been hanged upside-down by a man in a blue hoodie. Under him was about a three story drop.
"Whoa, whoa, watch the language mister or I will drop you," said the blue hooded man as he shook him a little to show him that it wasn't an empty threat. This caused the thug to yell out in fear. As fast as the shaking started, it ended. "Shut up!" Was all the man said which caused the thug to quiet down his screams.
"God you scream like a little girl." The man said as he pulled the thug closer. Now the thug was able to get a good look at the man that was tormenting him. It turned out to be a costume individual.
"Who are you?" The thug asked confused while wondering as to why some weirdo in a Halloween costume was messing around with him.
"Wow you're the first person that has asked this instead of assuming that I'm Spiderman. Either I'm making some progress or it's just all the blood rushing to your head. I like to think it was the former," chuckled the masked man. "The name is the Scarlet Spider and think of me as a much less friendly version of Spiderman, which reminds me, I have some questions for you. Where do you get the drugs?" asked the spider as he bought the thug closer to his face to see his reaction.
The man went wide eyed at the question. How did this freak found out about his side job? Was he in league with the same freaks that were hitting the other drug operations across town?
"What are you talking about." said the hanged man acting as inconspicuous as, well as a hanged by a leg man can. So you can image that Peter didn't buy it at all.
"Don't act stupid now. I followed one of your dealers to you. He gave you the money he earned and you gave him more drugs. Hell, I saw the same thing happening to the last five guys that visited you, which makes me think that you are the brains of this operation. So I'll ask again, for the last time before I drop you. WHERE DO YOU GET THE DRUGS?!" yell the Spider while shaking the man a little.
"Stop, oh god, please stop! I do not know. I swear for the love of god. I get a phone call from someone, telling me where to pick up the stuff. It is always in a different location. That is all I know. Please, let me go," begged the man frantically which caused Peter to raise an eye brow under his mask.
"Those are some very poor choice of words." said the spider as he let the man go. The man had no time to change his plea as he started to fall. He was only able to scream as he was falling towards the cold hard ground.
The spider let the man fall for a few feet before shooting a web to catch him by the same leg he was holding him, which for all you people who don't know some physics and biology, caused the leg to be dislocated from the hip bone. As you can probably imagine, the ride back up was agonizingly painful.
"Shut up or the other leg will be next. Now tell me everything you know about your supplier!" yelled out the spider. This scared the thug and made him fear the spider themed man. The fear was not only rooted by the threat, but by the man himself. It felt as if he was a helpless animal being caught by the teeth of his predator. There was no escape from him.
"Okay, o-okay… there is a r-rumor that the boss of the drug trade is calling himself the Kingpin. T-that is all that I know man. P-please I have a wife and kids," sobbed the injured man, all the while shaking in fear for his life.
"The Kingpin, the old mafia boss, huh..? But isn't he still in prison? What was his name 'silver-something'?" asked the spider not really believing what the thug had just said.
The thug saw his disbelief and said, "No this is a new Kingpin or so that's what they say on the streets."
The Spider just pulled the crook closer to see his eyes again, which caused a yell of pain be uttered by said crook. The crook only grew even more frightened by the silence that was hanging in the air. Each second felt like hours to the injured crook. He was going to ask what was to be his fate when the spider threw him on to the roof. It was very painful as he landed on his dislocated leg, so naturally he yelled out again. That cry of pain was met with a blow to the head effectively knocking him out.
"Big baby," muttered the Spider as he looked at the thug. He started walking away but stopped and turned back to the unconscious man. He then proceeded to bend down to look for the man's cell phone. He found it in the thug's front right pocket of his pants and proceeded to flip the phone to the back to open it and took out the S.I.M. card. With his prize in his hands he turned to leave once more for good.
Way of the Spider Chapter 2: The Blur Lines We Cross
After the integration Peter was sitting on a roof top's edge, letting his legs hang off the side. He was reflecting on what he just did to the man a few minutes ago. He didn't like what he did, but it was necessary in order to get the information out of him.
It all started when he saw a man selling some drugs to some people. He couldn't just beat the guy up and call it a day. No, he had to find out the source in order to truly stop the flow of the distribution of the drugs. So he waited and watched the man as he was selling them to people, even to some teens around the same age as him. Not being able to stop the seller right there and then was one of the hardest things he ever had to do. It felt as if he was just helplessly watching people throw their lives away right in front of him. It was frustrating to say the least, but he knew it was necessary. If he were to stop the dealer right now, another one would just take his place by tomorrow. So he waited and let his anger grow.
When the dealer was done, the spider followed him. It wasn't easy. The dealer was in a car and he was using his faulty web shooters. Peter almost lost him once, which just added to his growing anger and frustration. Although it did pay off in the end as he found the supplier, the same man that he just tortured.
When he saw the supplier he immediately wanted to start questioning him, but he had two bodyguards. Normally that would not be a problem, but the man was near a car. If he would to drop down and start fighting the bodyguards, the man would most certainly escape in the car. This was not an option seeing as he had a hard time with following the dealer. He needed to take out the supplier first, but he was on the opposite side of a building that was facing the alley way, where the supplier conducted his business. Peter needed to move around the building roof tops slowly above them to get to the supplier first. Which wasn't as hard as he originally thought since the supplier received more dealers to occupy him.
Once he was in place he waited till the last dealer left in order to strike. It didn't take long, but during the wait, he saw that the dealers had sold out all of the drugs they were selling, if all the money that the supplier received was any indication. All those people's lives were ruined by this man's greed. It just added more wood to the growing inferno that was his rage. He wanted an outlet and he was just about to get it. Once the last dealer was gone and out of ear shot, Peter unleashed it on the three men below.
The act that Peter took can only be describe as fast, brutally painful, and without mercy of any kind.
Peter jumped down and landed on the suppliers back, but punched the back of this head for added measure. The two bodyguards didn't have time to even curse out as Peter used his spider speed to take them out with punches and kicks to the cranium, knocking them out cold. Once the two were down for the count, he went to the get-a-way car to look for clues. He got the license plate numbers and the registration papers and put them in a bag that was inside the car. The bag held all the money this scum bags made that night. Yes he was taking it. If the police got a hold of it, then it would go to the person that was supplying the drugs. The police were crooked after all. Plus this would help him get the supplies he needed in order to fix his web fluid so it was a win, win situation. He put the bag in the same place where he had his backpack was, so that no one would steal it from him. He then turned his attention to the supplier and decided to take him to a nice quiet place in order to have a wonderful civil conversation with him that may or may not be all that civil once the dealer awakes from his unconscious state. The area that they were in was too crowded and had to many witnesses for his liking. It was a residential area after all.
All in all he came out a winner. He now has information that was absolutely valuable. He had the vehicle info, the S.I.M. card in which he could see all the info on every call made on the supplier's phone, and most importantly he finally had a name, the Kingpin. That and he had several hundred thousands of dollars, which was nothing to sniff at, but for some reason he didn't felt like he won. Why was that?
Who was he kidding? He knew why. He let all those people buy the drugs, which will lead to more violent acts in the future. He decided to not interfere and for that it felt as if he didn't accomplish anything by stopping the supplier. It felt as if he took one step forward in succeeding to stop the supplier, but somehow at the end of the day it felt as if he was three steps behind from where he originally started. Can he still continue doing this every single night? Peter had no response to this worrisome thought and all he was able to do was to let out a heavy sign.
"You sure have made a mess tonight."
The voice said behind Peter surprising him out of his previous thoughts and bringing him to attention as to how someone was able to sneak behind him without his notice. Peter quickly turned around only to get a bigger surprise.
There stood a man wearing a red suit that looked like it was inspired from a ninja in Mortal Kombat, but it appeared to be different in terms that it was armor platted. It also looked like the man had same sort of weapons strapped to his leg plates, on both outer sides. The mask was also the same shade of red but with the exception of the lenses that were two shades redder, almost border lining black, than the suit. The mask didn't cover the whole face. It only covered from the nose up. To finish, the mask had two curved horns on the top of it. So in other words, there stood in front of him was the devil of Hell's Kitchen. The Devil has been fighting organized crime for a while and was one of few people that knew the true workings of the syndicate underworld.
"What's this mess you're talking about?" asked Peter genuinely confused about what this devil look-a-like was talking about.
"The way you handle that thug was simply sloppy and stupidly reckless. What if your arm got tired and you had dropped him?" said the devil as he approached Peter. All the while as this conversation was taking place, Peter wondered for how long he was being tailed. Was it possible that devil somehow knew who he is or where he lives? This was a big problem and Peter had to find out what exactly the devil knew, not only for his safety, but for his Aunt and cousin as well.
"I can catch him with my webs." answered Peter nonchalantly. "But more importantly, how long were you spying on me?
"Oh? You mean the same type webs that broke when you were swinging around. Face it kid, you're just a danger to yourself and everyone around you. Stop playing super hero and go home." said the devil as he turned to left, but it confirmed Peter's suspicions. The devil knew too much.
"I will stop as soon as the Kingpin is down and out of the picture." Peter said angrily. When the devil heard the name he stopped walking and turned to face Peter.
'Yeah, you're not the only one that knows a thing or two,' thought Peter a little too smugly.
"How do you know that name?" questioned the devil curiously. His question just made Peter smirk under his mask, proud that he now had the devil's attention once more.
"So, you too know about this Kingpin? But the real question is how much more do you know?" asked Peter as he attacked, hoping to find out more information by beating the info out of him seeing as the devil wasn't willing to talk.
Peter crossed the space that divided him and the devil in a mil second and managed to land a hit on his left shoulder with a punch. 'This was going to be easy,' thought Peter as he let loose more punches. That line of thought quickly changed as the devil dodged all the attacks that Peter was sending him. It was frustrating Peter that his attacks kept on missing. Was it possible that this guy somehow has something similar as his spider-sense? This thought furthered irritated Peter as he continued to try to land a hit on the elusive devil. After another dodged kick the devil did a series of back flips to put some space between them.
'He can't dodge forever' thought Peter determinedly, but that all changed when the devil pulled out his Billy Clubs. Sure Peter was faster and stronger than the devil, but the devil's advantage lies with his fighting skills and experience. The devil twirled his clubs in his hands before jumping to attack Peter.
Move to the right. Duck down. Jump to the right. Peter's spider-sense was working double time, but it still wasn't enough to dodge all of the devil's attacks. The devil managed to get some hits on him, and boy did it hurt. And Peter still couldn't get a clear hit in. 'Well two can play with weapons,' thought Peter as he shot a web to one of the devil's clubs, only to see that instead of a web shooting out, a stream of liquid came out.
"Shit!" was all that Peter said. His web shooters were failing on him again. He needed to end this quickly, but he was clearly in a huge disadvantage.
As the one-sided fight raged on, the devil was starting to show signs of fatigue. Peter quickly noticed this and saw this as an opening, but something felt wrong. Peter was getting slower as well as the fight progressed despite his best efforts in keeping up with his opponent at his original speed. Sadly he came to the realization too late. The devil was striking Peter's limbs with such precision that he was leaving him paralyzed. There was nothing he could do to stop it, and with one last kick to his chest, Peter fell to the ground. The devil was not finished though. He jumped on top of Peter and brought one of his clubs towards Peter's neck. Peter laid there helpless as he couldn't move his limbs to try to stop the devil strangling him. He was losing oxygen at a fast rate and was losing his consciousness in the process.
"See you are undisciplined and predictable. That is why you lost." said the devil as he was catching his breath. Peter wanted to retort but the lack of air prevented that.
"If I can stop you, what makes you think that you can stop the Kingpin? He has people who are as strong as or stronger than me, in his payroll. You won't stand a chance." The devil lectured as he added more pressure on Peter's neck with his clubs to get his point across. "You're going to get yourself killed." He said as he removed his clubs away from Peter's throat, leaving Peter gasping for air as he tried to regain some type of balance in his breathing.
The devil started to walk off, but paused to look at Peter once more over his shoulder. 'This lifestyle isn't for a kid like you. Hopefully you'll understand that by doing this I'm ultimately doing you a favor,' thought Daredevil before he leapt off the building and disappeared into the night.
After regaining his breathe, Peter just cursed at himself for losing. If that was a real fight with a villain, there was no doubt that he wouldn't be breathing right now. This thought frustrated him as he groaned in pain as he tried to sit up but couldn't seeing as he was still paralyzed. That devil certainly did a number on him. He was not looking forward to waking up in the morning tomorrow just to suffer through a day of unbearable soreness. Letting out a heavy sigh at that thought, he let his eyes roam the starry night sky, trying to recover a bit before once again trying to move, and all the while hoping that no one would find him in his current pathetic state.
The recent fight and conversation with the devil kept replaying in his mind. Was he really in over his head? No. He needed to stop the Kingpin for all of the New York citizens, but more importantly he had to do this for his dead uncle. He decided to push aside the set of emotions that bubbled up with the thought of his uncle and waited until he was able to move his limbs again to leave.
Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. Did the devil took the bag with the all the info in it? He started to look around frantically, which was hard thing to do since he still couldn't move correctly. Was all the work he did this night has gone to waste now that there is a possibility that he didn't have the info anymore? No, he refused to believe so. He had to find out. He had to move and try to stop the devil from stealing his info. He would not let all those people who bought the drugs to amount to nothing. He will not have that guilt to weigh down his shoulder all just because he couldn't stop the devil from fleeing. He forced himself up. It was hard to position his legs to stay standing up when he couldn't even feel them, but through perseverance he was able to do it.
'Move' Peter screamed in his head, only to fall face first to the roof's surface. 'Move damn it!'
He started to get up again and was able to walk to the edge of the roof. It was an agonizing slow walk, but he needed to get to the building that he left the bag on. Once at the edge, he looked at the rooftop right across from the rooftop he was currently on. It would have been an easy jump, but being exhausted as he was and worried about the info, he didn't calculated the amount of strength he needed to land safely and just jumped. It was only when he shot pass the rooftop and started to fall down that he regretted his actions. It was also then that he made a mental note to always calculate the strength of his jumps no matter what situation he was in. Luckily with his fast reflexes, he was able to grab on a windowsill to halt his fall. Unluckily, the sudden stop caused pain to flare in his arm.
"Wait what," questioned Peter out loud as he looked at his arm. How was he still able to feel pain on his numb arm? After mentally replaying how he landed on the windowsill, he noticed that he had hit himself in the exact place as where the devil had previously landed his hit. Was it possible to undo the paralysis by hitting himself in the exact place where the devil had done before? It was theory that had to be tested before he concluded it to be true or not. Seeing as he was currently paralyzed, he had to be the test subject. Problem was that if he hit himself too hard, he could potentially break some bones. The risk was high, but he needed to do whatever it took to get to the bag that held the info he got this night. Plus by conducting the experiment on himself and finding out the result could give him an advantage against the devil if he were to ever tangle with him again. This way he had potential info on dealing with his paralysis techniques. He climbed up the side of the building, using his so called 'stick'em powers' as he thought this through. Once safely on the rooftop he reluctantly began to hit himself in the same areas that the devil did.
After removing the paralysis, he jumped all the way to the spot he stashed the bag. Luckily it seemed that he didn't break any bones but he did felt a sense of fatigue washing over him coaxing him to rest. Peter knew if he did what it wanted then he probably wouldn't get up until the morning, so he pushed himself to reach his destination. Breathing heavily and feeling tired, he walked to the A/C units that were on the roof. He hid the bag and his back bag, with his clothes inside, between two huge Units. Fearing that the devil stole the bag, he looked in between the two units slowly.
"Thank god" Peter said as he released a sigh in relieve. The two bags were still there. With everything that has happened that night, he took a moment to recollect himself before heading back home for a good night rest.
All the while, Peter was being discreetly followed by a certain devil. Said devil had been monitoring Peter for a few nights now and was impressed by the determination that the kid had. When he first saw the kid stopping crime, he thought it was another of those foolish brats dressing up to meet their fantasies of being a hero. Cases such as these have become the norm ever since the battle of New York where the Ultimates had stopped the alien invasion. Although can you blame him? The kid seemed not to take his job seriously enough, seeing as he always joked around when stopping the crooks, but tonight changed his outlook on the kid. The kid had the same fire that his own father had. It was the same kind of fire that consumed him to become Daredevil. With a heavy sigh, the devil left the kid alone. He would have to report this new development to his master. He just hoped the kid was ready for the storm that was heading his way.
Saturday morning at the Parker's residence
The next day Peter woke up feeling sore throughout his body, especially his arm where he caught himself on the windowsill from his fall. As he brought his arm to his face, he could see some faint bruises where he had to strike to remove the paralysis that the devil caused. His arm fell to his side as he stared at the ceiling above as he reviewed the fight from the night before. Despite losing to the devil, he was still convinced that he could win against him, but he had one problem. It was the same problem that he has been facing since the beginning; the web fluid formula. It has failed on him too much. If it had not failed him in the fight, he could have disarmed the devil and even pin him down. Don't get him wrong, the formula was working. The problem was that once the pressure in the cartridges decreases, the fluid becomes too unstable, hence the web coming out as a liquid.
Peter let out a frustrated groan at his next thought.' Why was it so hard to stabilize the pressure?' He managed to make an artificial Spidroin 1 and Spidroin 2, both chemicals that spiders use to make webs, in the same cartridge. Do you understand what he has done? He has recreated two protein chemicals that modern science has deemed impossible to make without messing the genetic makeup of experimental livestock. Having both chemicals in the same cartridge is another impossible feat in itself; see, both chemicals want to react to each other when they are in close proximity of one another. Therefore it is essentially impossible to have both chemicals in the same cartilage because they will react to each other, yet Peter managed to do what most thought was impossible. The formula alone could win him the Noble Peace Prize. Yet for some reason he just couldn't figure out how to keep it in a high pressure environment within the cartridge. It was like building the great pyramids without any knowledge on math and engineering or it was like making a sandwich without bread. Peter had everything he needed except for the basic foundation to have a working web shooter.
There wasn't really any use in just sulking in his bed, so he got up to fix the problems he had at hand. Maybe he was looking at it wrongly and just had to look at it in a different angle. He could try adding more pressure to his web shooters by adding a small air compressor, but the pressure would be mostly air, which is the catalyst that changes the liquid into a web string. Therefore if he uses the air compressor then his web shooters will come out as strings, which can jam his web shooters. What he needed was a way in which his shooters will shoot out the web in its liquid state and still become solid once it gets in contact with the air. Problem was that he had no idea how to do that.
'Damn, there has to be something I didn't catch. Maybe something dealing with the formula?' Peter questioned as he went to his computer to review the web formula again. As he reviewed the formula for any flaws, but he ended up marveling at it, he couldn't explain how he able to come up with such a thing. It could have been just luck or maybe it was a stroke of genius, but one thing was for sure and that was he was proud of it.
After not being able to find any mistakes within his formula, he decided to surf the internet to see if there was an alternative ways in which could help fix his problem with his web shooters. He didn't find any, but he did find an interesting article that was published in the Empire State University website. The article stated that a professor, Peter Petruski, invented a type of glue that can be used to repair metal underwater or in space and it is stored in a high pressurized container. The last part of the article is what got his interest; the reporter had asked what was preventing the glue from working when the pressure in the container drops. The professor had said that it was one of the biggest problems their research group had to overcome, but in the end they found a solution. They were able to make a chemical formula that increases the pressure within the container. The chemical by design kept the same psi pressure inside the canister regardless of the usage. It was exactly what Peter needed. The problem was that the article did not state the chemical's compound in order to replicate it. He was so close, but so far away. Damn it.
Peter was in a bind. The professor had not released the glue to the market, so he couldn't just buy it. Well he could always just steal the formula, but was he ready to commit another crime? He felt like he was spitting on his uncle's memory by breaking the law. So far, he has assaulted, stolen, and tortured people, and it was just the first week since he has been using the mask. If he continues to walk on this path, then what's to say that he wouldn't just need up like one of those thugs he stopped in the future. No, he would never let that happen. Everything he was doing was to stop the corruption running ramped in the streets. He was in the right. Everyone else was in the wrong. He wasn't doing anything wrong. His uncle would hopefully understand his goal.
With a heavy sigh escaping from his mouth, he looked up from his computer, and once again, began to stare at the ceiling. Despite knowing he was doing all this for a greater cause, he still couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt within him. Could he really continue to keep on lying and stealing despite the guilt practically eating him alive? With an exasperated sigh he ruffled his hair and turned his attention to his desk where there was a picture that caught his eye.
The picture showed two young men standing next to each other. Both men had brown eyes and hair. The one on the right was wearing a formal green military suit with a matching green beret. The man was grinning widely and Peter recognized him as his uncle. Benjamin Parker was a staff sergeant first class in the army and within the photo he was hugging, only using his left arm, his brother, Richard Parker. Peter's father was wearing a tux with his glasses looking as if they were about to fall off his surprised face. It appeared as if his uncle surprised him with a hug when the photo was taken. His uncle had told Peter that the picture was taken on the wedding day of his parents and it was right before the ceremony had started.
Peter couldn't help but laugh at the picture as it reminded him of the story behind it. His uncle told him that his dad was a nervous wreck, despite hiding it very well, and he tried to loosen him up by giving him a surprise attack. When Peter heard that, he commented that his intentions were probably far from pure and more in the lines of wanting to see if his dad would have gotten a mini heart attack on his wedding day. His uncle laughed loudly when he heard this and just commented "smart kid."
The picture was a good reminder of the two. His uncle had always been a wild spirit and a caring person. Meanwhile his dad was more of an up-tight person and according to his father, he was "a refined individual." His uncle would often mock him about being a tight ass and an anti-fun person. It was amazing how the two differ from each other, considering they were twins. People would often joke that even though they were twins, they were easily distinguishable by the way how they acted. These were the happiest times of their lives.
Peter turned to the computer screen and clicked out of the internet window. Somehow, by remembering the good times, he found the answer to his question. He opened the drawer that was to his right, and took out a flash drive. A flash drive filled to the brim with programs that Peter uses to hack. With new determination he plugged the flash drive to his computer to start the long process of stealing the formula.
The memory of his father and uncle had caused a new determination to rise within him. Yes, both were different despite their appearance, but they both shared one common belief. With great power, there has to be a greater responsibility. This was the same belief that they constantly drilled into him in his entire live. It was this belief that ultimately became his answer to his question.
Peter continued to rapidly type many sets of commands in the computer until finally he was able to get within the system. The screen lit up to the letters that read: Welcome Professor Petruski.
Okay, It looks like I have some explaining to do.
The main reason I have not updated in three months is work related. I kid you not, in those three months, I have worked in three different places. Harsh, I know, but in the bight side, my new job will allow me to work on this story more frequently. So rest ashore fallow believers, This story is still going strong.
Okay, now that is out of the way.. OMG, big things are happening to Peter. Plus we get even bigger reveals. Like his dad and uncle being twins! Who would have guess? I didn't...I mean It was all part of my master plain. And we as get to see this world's Daredevil in action, but who is his master? Can you guess who it is? cause i don't know..I mean.. Master plain.
But in all seriousness, I would like to gave a special thanks to spiderman1fan for the PM i got. Thanks
Plus thanks for the 153 views and three reviews. Stay golden guys and i will be seen you in a months time...I hope.