Disclaimer: I do not own Spiderman or any Marvel characters. Last time I'm saying it!
"Remember class," Curt Connors spoke to his class as they clawed at each other to get out of the classroom. "Study for the test next week, it accounts for 45 of your grade!" Connors sighed in total defeat. Why bother? They never listen to him!
Curt Connors was a man about five nine with carefully combed black, thinning on the sides much to his dismay. His nose had the appearance of being broken and then being improperly reset. His left eye was milky white, another result from a car crash in his youth. His nose and eye wasn't the only thing he had suffered. Curt's left arm had been completely ripped from his shoulder socket in the crash.
"Um, Mr. Connors? What was the test on again?"
Curt looked up from his desk and locked eyes with Peter. He smiled thinly. "Reptilian and amphibian biology Peter. Glad someone listens to me. Now, get out of here, you don't like want to be late for your next class!"
Peter thanked Curt and left the empty classroom. Curt smiled as Peter dashed from the room. That boy had potential. Curt got up from his uncomfortable seat. He traveled over to the row of windows that let the sun shine into the dusty room. The biologist felt the suns warmth bath him. Curt took a deep breath. Curt glanced at his cheap watch. Two minutes till his next class. Joy, oh, joy.
MIDTOWN HIGH CAFITERA 12:03 pm
"Hey, toss me that apple!"
"Gross! Is this supposed to be Salisbury steak, or Salisbury shi…"
"Then the Daxion Speeders dropped out of the space-time continuum tunnel…"
"Peter, over here!"
Peter smiled at the image of his friends, sitting a small, blue table in the middle of an ocean of students that rambled on about movies, girls, boys, and critiquing the sub-standard sustenance provided for them (at a nominal fee).
The brown haired youth navigated through the maze of hormones and aggression, balancing a flimsy plastic tray, a 'hamburger', tater tots, a pool of ketchup and carton of milk all piled on top of said tray.
Peter scooted onto the rough metal bench of the cafeteria table, right next to Gwen. Gwen had long jet-black hair that she took pride in each strand. The police sergeant's daughter's eyes were obsidian in color. She wore tan pants, a red t-shirt with the word 'HOT' spread across the chest in glitter. Her face was round and soft, something Peter enjoyed about her.
"Hey Pete," Gwen gave him a timid peck on the cheek, "Glad you found us." Gwen said flirtatiously.
"I could find you a world away, babe!"
"Ugh! Could you get any corny Parker?" Harry demanded of his friend. Harry Osborn was the spitting image of his father. He heard that line so many times, he fault he would go homicidal! Harry never wanted anything to do with his father, be it in family gatherings or Norman's feeble attempts to groom him to be his successor.
Mary Jane elbowed the rich teen playfully. "I thought it was pretty cute." Mary Jane had thick red hair and emerald eyes. Her figure was thin a trimmed, a testament to her strong will.
"You think everything is cute!" Harry countered, a wolfish grin on his face.
"Everything except you, Mr. Osborn!"
Harry's face grew grim. "Mr. Osborn is my father, I'm Harry."
An uncomfortable silence settled over the group. Harry always got like this when his father was mentioned, even indirectly. Peter silently took a bit from his hamburger, noting the strange taste.
Mary Jane, or simply MJ, broke the silence. "Well, anyone excited about the trip too that bio lab thingy?"
Peter smiled, nodding his head, "Yeah, I here that they're working on medicines using insects and bugs. I think it sounds pretty cool!"
Gwen's face scrunched in disgust, "Not me! Sounds nasty! I hate bugs!"
NEW YORK BIO-REASEARCH LAB
Fluorescent lights hummed above Dr. Roger J. Paxton as he stepped confidently down the upper hallways of the lab. Roger was a man in his late thirties, who stood at only five foot one. Most of his colleges towered over him.
Roger Paxton was the son of German immigrants. His grandparents had come over to America in 1938, shortly before the Nazi party had come into power. From that point, his family had live in New York for the past sixty-nine years.
Roger's hair was a naturally curly red, something he hated as it always fell into his robins egg blue eyes. The scientist felt the wedding band on his finger. He swore that he got it one size to small.
Roger continued through a door, a sign hanging from it saying AUTHORIZED PERSONAL ONLY. The room he entered was a sterile white with more buzzing florescent lighting on the ceiling. Metal tables were placed around the room. Small plastic boxes were placed on top, side by side with stuffed files. The German examined the contents of the boxes.
Eight legs spread wide, pulling its body along the right side of the box. Hundreds of tiny eyes blinked at its vague, ghostly reflection. Its fangs slid across each other, microscopic globes of venom clung to the tips of the needle like protrusions.
Latrodectus Mactans, Paxton mused, the black widow spider.
He admired its obsidian sheen and red hourglass markings on its abdomen. Black Widows were his favorite arachnid. He had even nicknamed this little beauty, Natasha. That was a minor reason he had selected this spider among many others, for their 'medical' research.
Ah, if only the public really new what was being done here. They would be in prison in an instant! Some people would say that the experiments that they and other branches did, was a crime against nature, immoral projects. One did what one must do for advancement, no? Besides, humans are supposed to be the masters of this world, so, they could do as they please with lower creatures.
"Dr. Paxton, you have a call from the boss." Herald Newman, one of the other scientists working in the lab said behind him.
" 'Sigh' what's that bastard want now? Newman, these three spiders are to go two Lab 32 in the basement, get it done now!" Roger Paxton fumed, leaving to the telephone and another scolding form the big guy.
Herald grabbed the three five-by-five cubes nonchalantly and left the room, which suddenly, felt very unpleasant to be in.
A Midtown High school bus pulled to a stop with a teeth-grating screech. The long yellow vehicles door compacted to the side, letting a horde of teenagers out of the sticky floored, tattered seated bus.
Peter followed hand in hand with Gwen, were the last off, just behind Harry and MJ. Mary Jane smiled weakly seeing Peter who looked rather pale.
"You ok man? You look your dead." Harry asked, grin never leaving his face. Until, Mary Jane stomped his, foot. "EHOW! What the hell was that about?"
"Harry is right Pete, you don't look good, which in my opinion is pretty hard." Gwen said, massaging his back.
Peter grinned at them, "I'm fine, just got a stomach ach. Probably from that burger, 'brug', ugh, this does not bode well."
The group continued into the large, stone building, not realizing that all their lives would soon change.
The inside of the research lab, was nearly freezing, at least Peter thought so. Sweat beads dribbled down his forehead, stinging his eyes. He shivered as a chill ripped down his spine.
"Are you sure your ok boyfriend?" Gwen brushed his warm cheek gently.
"I'm fine Gwen, don't worry." Peter said taking her hand form his face.
"…e're are over five hundred know species of arachnid's across the globe. Here, we have about thirty individual species that we use for making anti venom, and studying spider silk, which as many of you should know, is proportionally stronger than steel." The guide, an attractive woman in her twenties said.
"How, boring is this?" Flash muttered to one of his jock buddy's.
"No kiddin' dude, its like nerdfest '07 here, hey, look at Puny Pecker over there!" Toby nudged in the ailing Peter's direction.
Flash smiled viciously. "I think we can have some fun boys."
Peter barely heard the guides voice over the gurgling noise being issued from his digestive tract. He clutched his stomach in pain. He felt like he was going to blow!
"I think I see the bathrooms over there Peter," Harry pointed to a pair of doors with blue and white signs nailed onto them depicting the stick figure forms of a man and woman. "I think you should really consider, running there!"
Peter nodded and went for the bathroom, hunched over in great discomfort. He was just about to push open the door, when a meaty hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.
"Hey, Parker!" Flash Thompson growled menacingly. "How ya doing?"
"F-Flash, this is not a-BBLLUUGG!" Peter vomited a vile concoction of stomach acid and partially digested food all over Flash, coating his shirt jacket and face. Flash recoiled in intense disgust.
"Sick! I'm going to fucking kill you Parker!" He screamed, sending spittle and throw-up onto Peters face.
Peter forced his way into the bathroom, barely avoiding Flash as he launched his fist at the ill teen. The duo, were about to follow Peter when a security guard grabbed the two, pulling them easily.
"You two are in big trouble!" the guard wailed.
"What we do?"
"Disturbing the peace and being covered in vomit!"
"But he threw up on me!" Flash protested.
"Don't care. I get paid two bucks an hour and really see any action!"
Peter threw open a toilet stall, disgusted to find that someone hadn't taken the time to flush. That only, made him throw up once more, followed by lurching coughs and more vomiting.
Peter did not hear the restroom door creak open. Two men dressed in stereotypical white coats walked into the tiled room, chatting about the day's events in earnest. One was a nasally voiced balding man, and the other a large black man.
"I can't believe some dumb ass upstairs let those spiders out! There's about a million bucks of research and development in them!" The black man said, stepping up to a urinal.
"I now! He claims he just 'slipped and dropped 'em'. We got one or two back I think. We had better find the other's quick or Paxton will have our heads!"
"That guy is about as close to an actual Nazi as you can get!"
"You're tellin' me!"
The two flushed the mounted toilets, washed their hands quickly and left, never noticing the sickly teenager, who never noticed them.
The teenager in question had finally ceased his fun little vomiting events long enough to get a few foul tasting, acidic breathes of air. Peter placed his hand against the green-sided stall as a bracing point. He didn't feel a very small, eight-legged creature move its way along his index finger, and down to the back of his hand.
Peter suddenly moved his hand down to his side, sending the little arachnid into a panic, and did what first came to its simple mind: Bite. And so it did, with a swift, fluid motion, its fangs sliced through layers of soft, pink flesh, injecting one of the most lethal poisons in the animal kingdom into young Peter Parkers bloodstream.
With a distressed cry of pain, Peter smashed his other hand down onto the black widow, thus ending Natasha's life, and in the process, change his own forever.
Peter was note aware of what bit him, only that something did, and that something was dead. He stumbled from the bathroom stall, now reeking of an unholy odor, to the sink. Peter unsteadily turned on the water flow. Clear, cool liquid spurted from the faucet. He stuck his hands underneath the stream h2o, scrubbing furiously at his hands. He noticed the bitten had had started to itch. Peter dried his hands under the fan, which only agitated his bitten hand.
Peter left the men's room to rejoin his group. Peter sighted the students and jogged into the crowd. Well, tried to at the very least.
"Mister Parker! Where were you!" exclaimed a very annoyed Mrs. Simons, the teacher who had accompanied them on the trip. Mrs. Simons had a screeching, almost avian voice that was comparable to a crow choking on a quarter, which in itself is interesting, and disturbing.
"I, um I was sick and uh…" Thump! Peter collapsed on the floor, eyes rolled into the back of his head.
People screamed and panicked, gathering around Peter's prone form.
"OHMYGODISHEDEAD?"
"Some body get doctor!"
"Call 911!"
Gwen Stacy, Mary-Jane Watson and Harry Osborn forced their way through the goggling crowd of people to where their friend lye comatose. Gwen knelt, beside him, with MJ, cradling him.
"Wake up Peter," She begged in vain, "Please wake up!"
BELLEVUE HOSPITAL CENTER
"Your nephew is very lucky Mr. and Mrs. Parker." Began Dr. Perez, the chief of medicine, "His immune system was weak from what appears to be a mild case of food poisoning. And being bitten by what we believe was a black widow did not help at all."
May's face lit up with fear, "Is he going to be all right doctor?"
"Don't worry, we administered anti venom and he's in stable condition." Dr. Perez said as he carefully checked his gray plastic clip broad. "So, there is no need to worry, its not like an alien monster will burst out of his chest."
Perez immediately realized he had done it again. Talked without thinking first. You figure a body would get over that nasty little habit which had nearly cost him his career on many an occasion.
He withered under the threatening gaze of Benjamin Parker.
"I-I am, horribly sorry for being so insensitive M-Mr. Parker!" The chief of medicine struggled to keep his knees from knocking together.
"Damn right!" Ben growled through clenched teeth.
May stormed into the room housing her bedridden nephew. An IV tube was stuck in his right elbow joint. Oxygen tubes were placed in his nose, granting him the ability to breath. Peters heart rate monitor beeped steadily and slowly.
Peter's eyes fluttered open. His pupils contracted from the glare of the white hospital room. The rhythmic, electronic beep, from his heart monitor sounded like drums being played one centimeter from his brain. Peter closed his eyelids slowly, opened them even slower and repeated twice more.
"Peter!"
Peter gasped as his Aunt scooped him up in her arms.
"Hey, Aunt May, could you not break my back?" Peter struggled to say, with May squeezing him tighter than a Boa Constrictor.
"Peter Parker! Don't you ever frighten me like that again! Understand?" May cried, loosening her grip, but still kept his arms in a vice.
The teen smiled, "Sure, I be sure never to eat strange cafeteria food."
"We are going to sue that school for every penny it has!" May suddenly shot up, waving her hands franticly. "You could have died from food poisoning!"
"Now May," Ben chimed in, putting a hand on her shaking shoulder, "We could never prove it was the school lunch that made him ill, what with being bitten by a widow, they could simply say that it was the spider bite that made him sick. He could have been bitten at any time."
"But he was bitten at the lab!" May countered.
"It would be our word, a barely one income household with an unemployed old fart, a beautiful women who is often sick, and an orphan teenager, against the schools. Their lawyers would make an attempted lawsuit look like a desperate grab for money. We'd be crushed in court!" Ben reasoned with his wife.
May sighed in defeat. "Well, we can take Peter home tomorrow, right doctor?"
Doctor Perez nodded silently, leaving to attend to his other patients. As the medical doctors squeaking footfalls grew distant down the sour smelling halls, Peter had already started to drift into sleep…
Darkness surrounded Peter, stifling the air and removing his sight. He tried to move, but found himself restrained by some unseen force. Peter tried to inhale, and found much to his distress, he could not.
Peters skin started to tickle. Not a pleasant tickle like a goose feather brushing against your brow, but a unpleasant tickle, like the kind you got just before a crack of thunder cuts through the air, or you see something just so repulsive it make's your toes wriggle uncontrollably, and your fingers curl back.
The boy heard his heart beat in his ears. THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP. Peter felt like he was going to go deaf. The tingling sensation increased, spreading all over Peter's immobile body.
Once more, he saw the headlights casting their hungry gaze over him. The darkness parted and Peter found the tickling sensation to be caused by hundreds of tiny spiders covering him. Their hairy legs scratching at his epidermis, leaving thin white lines across his flesh.
An inhuman scream echoed in the air. The tiny arthropods scattered from Peter, the scratches were revealed to have carved a web-like pattern all over his body. The frightened child dared to look up. His scream was caught in his throat, threatening to choke him.
Once again, the giant spider found him. Its fangs raised, legs tensed. Finally it leapt upon him, wrapping Peter Parker in its strong, hair legs. It plunged its deadly teeth into Peter's neck, rupturing his juggler. Blood sprayed from Peter's neck. Pain tore though his body, sending him into torturous seizures.
Peter's eyes burst open, sweat pouring down his body. Peter took a few, rapid breathes before claming down.
"It was all just a dream," he told himself, taking deep soothing breathes. "Just a messed up dream."
Peter had come home early today, having spent the night in the hospital. He had immediately went up to his room, and passed out. He turned his aching neck over to his small clock.
2:14
He needed a shower.
Peter carefully raised himself from his bed and onto the cold wooden floor. He brought his right hand up to cover a yawn. He found that he also pulled up his blanket. Annoyed Peter tried to shake it off. The thin piece of fabric stayed firmly cemented on his hand.
"What the hell?" Peter said, very annoyed.
He grabbed the blanket with his other hand and yanked. The pink cloth finally detached from his hand. He let the light blanket flutter to the ground. He groaned and left his room, giving a minor cough as he did.
Peter turned the foggy plastic shower knob, signaling for streams of water to gush forth. Peter stepped under the freezing water. He shivered from the icy water splashing across his body.
As he began to lather up, Peter noticed something very unusual. His arms, they were…they were muscular! He looked at his chest, which was trim and fit, a well defined six pack and pectorals evidence of this. His legs were equally buff, sporting the muscle mass of an Olympic marathon runner!
"Wh-what the hell?" Peters voice quivered. What had happened to him? Something in his subconscious clicked. He remembered faint voices…
Spiders…out…research and development…
They had been doing research on bugs there! The spider that had bit him, it was one of the spiders that got loose! It did something to him…Changed him! What had they been doing at that lab? What had they done to him?!
All right, got a lot of errors fixed on this thing. Hope you guys find it better than it was.
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