Needle Point Part One: One of Those Nights

Peter was forced to admit that he had made smarter decisions in his life. Jumping out from under the truck when it stopped, despite his spider-sense warning him of the danger was most defiantly not one of them. Perhaps it was his tiredness clouding his better judgment, or his youthful impatience. Either way, he was now occupying his time leaping about the massive storehouse franticly as bullets fired from semi-automatic weaponry.

His head felt on the verge of exploding as warnings buzzed from every direction. Even with his incredible agility, Spider-Man still felt the sting of lead grazing his flesh. Desperately, the hero dropped behind a wall of metal crates, each twice the height of himself. No graceful landing could be attributed to this, so much so as merely collapsing on dirty ground with a soft 'thud'.

His back to the crates, breath ragged from exertion, he clutched his left bicep, which trickled a steady stream of blood down his arm, staining his costume. Tiny shocks and stabs of pain radiated from all over his body. The buzzing in his skull lessened for a brief moment before erupting back with full force. Exhausted trapped between the metal crates and the wall, Spider-Man was over whelmed in seconds as thugs rushed from around the corners, filling his vision still smoking gun barrels.

Only a singular thought formed in Peter's brain: Crap.

Cold night air, the ever-present stench of decay and filth still drifting upon its chaotic airstreams intertwining with the subtle and robust sounds, of the city. Rats dig through the trash, gnashing and tearing through plastic bags to reach the refuse treasure of human kind. The homeless stay curled inside their cardboard kingdoms, forgotten and unwanted by the world. One man, no older than Forty, breaths his last as his heart gives out, disease having ravaged it for more than a decade. A mercy for him?

Dare Devil shook the thoughts from his mind. Couldn't get distracted. Too far along for that, can't afford to meld with the world. Not yet at least. The crimson clad vigilante refocused himself. The sound of gunfire caught his ears. He couldn't wait any longer. With amazing grace and agility, Dare Devil traversed the rooftops, leaping and bounding with the skill of an Olympic gymnast. Adrenaline surged through his veins, stripping him of fear, of doubt and of limits.

There was only one time in his life that Peter could clearly remember that his skull hurt this much, and that was after a battle against a blood thirsty nut in a chicken suit. Now he was, being beaten to a pulp by a caveman that had apparently never seen the light of day. From what he could see of his capture and the sensation of heavy steel chain chaffing against his sides allowed Spider-Man to come to the understanding that he was most definitely screwed.

Circling him like a shark, mouthful of oddly pointy teeth and all, the six foot nine gorilla that was apparently Tombstone clenched and unclenched his ham sized fists while two thugs holding handguns stood by the doorway to Spidey's left and another guy in a skin tight red and black costume similar in over all design to his own save flared cuffs and ankles as well as being loaded down with more guns and knives than god, leaned casually against the wall in front of him humming the tune from 'Stuck in the Middle With You'. All in all, it did not bode well.

Tombstone stopped his circling and drank in his prey, broken and bleeding in a chair. The wanna-be superhero couldn't have been older than fifteen or fourteen from his height. Any doubt should have been, relieved by simply removing his mask but for some reason, it wouldn't come off as if it was held on by superglue. Honestly this didn't really matter to Tombstone. What did was that some punk kid had been able to track down a shipment and followed the truck to the warehouse.

With barely a thought, the brick wall Albino smashed his fist across Spider-Man's face, hearing a delightful cracking sound. The red fabric darkened from blood undoubtedly leaking from a busted lip.

"Isss that it? My glama can 'it slarder than dat. And slhe's like…dead 'n' stuff." He said in a slurred voice, head bobbing from side to side.

Tombstone clutched Spider-Man's scalp in his palm and forced it up and locked eyes with the teenage pest. "Listen you little snot rag," he thundered, "You either cut the shit, or I twist your head off like a bottle cap." To add emphasis to his threat, he tightened is already vice-like grip, giving his captive the distinct feeling of his skull caving in. "How did you find out about the shipment?"

Spidey gave a pathetic cough and gurgled a reply, biting back the taste of pennies. "Asssk ginslu-boy over dere. 'e'sssh de one dat tried to impalyel me on de 'oof."

Tombstone snapped his head around, glaring at the Merc. With agility belaying his size, the crimnal released Spider-Man's head and dashed toward Deadpool, slamming his fist next to his head. "Am I to be informed that it was because of you that this annoyance found it's way here?"

"Maybe." Deadpool replied matter-of-factly. Then Tombstone reared back to crush his skull with a fist. "Whoa-whoa-whoa big man! I got paid to kill Dare Devil. I figured he'd be coming here from info he pumped from the workers over in Hell's Kitchen. Mistakes were made. Mostly me agreeing to work for this writer again."

Sounding much like a shotgun blast, Tombstones fist impacted were Deadpool's head was just microseconds prior, the former having sprung to the side simultaneously drawing both his Katana, crossing them over his upper body in an x formation. "All right, I guess we get a fight scene early!" Deadpool leapt forward, twin swords raised over his head, exclaiming 'kowabunga' at the top of his lungs. At the apex of his jump, Tombstone produced a Browning 9mm from behind his back and fired off three rounds into his assailant's stomach, finally calmly side stepping his falling corpse.

He gave a sideways glance at the guards by the door, growling at them for their generous aid, and took aim at Spider-Man's head with an indifferent look. "It appears that this was all just poor timing. Shame, but you will have to be eliminated."

Spider-Man's world was filled with the sound thunder.

Hey! I got a new (pathetically short) chapter up! Yeah! So sue me for not updating in a while and wanting to give you guys something. Anyway, I also put up a small preview for the Carnage arc for Spider-Man Unlimited 2 up for Halloween. I've decided to make this the last arc for Spider-Man Unlimited 1, followed by a epilogue that will set things up for the sequel so I can concentrate more on getting DPU re-going and also work on laying out more of the storyline for the Marvel Unlimited Universe. I'm just going to start using MUU for short, okay?

Well, just drop a review and be patient.