Chapter 2

Dragon-fang is born

Alex stood there in shock. There was his best friend in his room with four arms. "Look I told you I don't know how it happened!" Chris told him, for the fourth time. Alex was puzzled; Even the great Spider-man couldn't grow an extra pair of arms. "Oh yeah, and my web stuff can send, like a shock or something threw you, Trust me I hit myself a lot." Chris told him. Alex sat down.

"What happened as you got the arms, exactly?" Alex asked.

"There was this burning pain in my sides and the skin and bone seemed gone than these things came out of my sides." He replied, bringing his second pair of arms. They were giant three fingered hands; each finger was tipped with a claw. There was also a small hole by the top of his wrist.

"Wait the skin was gone?" He questioned.

"Well… I guess not, it just felt almost paper thin." He replied. Alex was puzzled.

"What are you going to do about school today?" Alex asked.

"Well I guess I'll skip, today, but we have to do something, my mom will explode if she finds out."

"Maybe you should show her than."

"Good point." Chris replied, grinning. "But there has to be a way to get rid of them."

"Did you try cutting them off?"

"Dude, I have nerves in them!" He said loudly.

"SHHH, Do you want my mom to wake up!? She would be really happy about waking up at four in the mourning!" He scolded.

"Well ssoorryy didn't mean to tick off the great can't take a Joke or talking to loudly Alex." He improvised the name.

"Your impossible." Alex remarked.

"You're imperative."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Alex demanded. Chris sighed.

"Never mind, I'll figure this out myself." Chris said. Before Alex could stop him he opened the window and jumped out.

"Chris wait!" Alex called. But he ignored him as he started swinging on his lightly glowing blue web. "Why is he always such a pain in the butt every second of his life, the stubborn brat. Oh well, I might as well go back to sleep. I hope he doesn't run into trouble. If he does I feel sorry for whoever faces him." He muttered to himself. With that he popped off his slippers and crawled back into his bed and fell asleep, he was dreaming about Jenny.

Chris stood on top of a twenty story building, thinking about what happened to him that made him this four armed freak. Probably some curse. He thought bitterly. He thought about what happened before he fell unconscious. "I remember falling… but what happened next?" he asked himself. Then he heard an evil laugh coming from behind him. He spun around, his hands clenched into fists. Behind him was Vulture.

"So what do we have here?" He laughed, evilly. "A Spider-freak ay? I'll put you out of your misery!" He yelled before he lunged to attack. He didn't know how he dodged the quick attack, but he did. He used one hand to cover his face while the other three arms attacked. "Aaah! Spider-freak! DIE!" He yelled, his voice was evil and sinister as he lunged at Chris, holding his left eye. He easily blocked and punched him in the stomach. Vulture yelled in pain as he took to the sky, he lunged down and scraped his chest with his talons. Chris shouted in pain, then, more out of instinct than will he shot web stuff out at him. It landed on his wing. "That's all you've got, Punk?" He laughed manically. Then the shock came. He screamed in agony as the shock rendered his suit inoperable. "You'll die a slow pain full death yo-" he never got to finish his threat because he punched him in the jaw and sent him flying into the wall of the stair wall.

"Take that Vulture slime." Chris retorted. Then he took his top right hand off his face and swung to his house. He saw Vulture flying away in the distance. He'll be back. He thought to himself.

When he got there he went into his room and got a sketch book and a pencil. He spent hours pouring over what his costume could look like. Only later did he realize his second pair of arms was gone. "Whoa! What happened?!" he asked himself in surprise. The second he noticed them they grew back, but this time it didn't hurt, as much. He willed them to grow back into his skin and they did, he touched his ribs and they felt normal. Puzzled he willed them to come back out and they did. He willed them to grow back into his skin and they did. "That is weird." He muttered to himself. Then he returned to his drawing. "He's going to be awesome looking." He told himself. Then he looked at his clock. It was seven in the mourning. "I hate Tuesdays." He quickly hid his drawings and crawled back in bed. A second later his alarm went off.

"Sleep is certainly nice." He muttered. He quickly brushed his teeth in his bathroom and, cell phone in pocket; he slid down the railing of his stairs. "Sup mom!" he said, normally, as if he hadn't been awake for three hours.

"Mourning, honey." She replied. It's amazing how fast she forgot she grounded me. Thought Chris.

"What's for breakfast today?" he asked, almost too innocently.

"Pancakes or waffles, it's your choice." She replied, flipping a fresh pancake on the skillet.

"I'll have a pancake." He replied, grabbing a fork from the silverware drawer.

"Coming up." She answered and plopped a pancake on his plated and put it on the bar. She worked at a fancy restaurant so she never gave it to them. She just stuck it on the bar and we had to go get it. "Orders up." She told him. Sometimes it was nice that his mom had memory loss problems.

"Hey mom, anything about Spider-man on the Bugle?" Chris asked, wearily.

"Yeah, they have an article of how Vulture was beaten and knocked into a stairwell causing at least one-hundred and fifty dollars in damage, and worst, Vulture got away." She told him, cooking an extra pancake.

"Thanks mom, I have to do a report about Spider-man due this week and I haven't worked on it all month." Chris told her.

"YOU HAVE A REPORT DUE THIS WEEK!!!" She yelled. Chris quickly gulped down the rest of his pancake and he left saying,

"I don't want to be late for school so, later!" he grabbed his backpack by the front door, with his lunch already in it and ran for the bus stop.

"YOU GET BACK HERE MISTER, YOUR GROUNDED!" Chris almost had to stop running he was laughing so hard.

"Later mom!" Chris called back. He ran all the way to the Bus stop with out slowing his jog at all. I wonder where Alex is. Chris thought to himself. Ten minutes later the bus rolled to a stop and opened the doors to omit the students inside. Alex still wasn't there. "Alex is never late, it's always me." Chris muttered to himself. He then boarded the bus.

In first block Chris had Alex in his class, and he sat right next to him. He was absent. Of course. Then the teacher turned on the radio for the class to listen to as they worked quietly. "And we have news that some kind of monster has been spotted down town, and is tearing the city apart like the buildings are legos." The reporter announced. "And Spider-man is nowhere to be seen." At that instant Peter Parker left to go to the bathroom.

"Um… Sir? Can I go to the nurse?" the professor nodded as he tried to get to the radio to turn it up. Chris left with his stuff. "Great, now even though my costume isn't ready I have to stick it on." He muttered. He was really starting to feel the fatigue from not getting a good night's sleep. He splashed cold water on his face as he passed a water fountain. He got into a janitorial closet and stuck his mask on and changed into a dirtier shirt. The shirt had holes for his extra arms to leave. He got outside and climbed a building. Even though he was at least a mile away, he could still see the carnage. "Well time to get a butt whipping." He muttered to himself as he swung off.

The monster had claws like a dragon and wings as well as a tail. "Well howdy, how's the weather way up there?" He asked. Completely a Spider-man line. He liked it. His mask was dark blue with black spider web like lines down it with small slits for his eyes. Nowhere near as cool as Spider-man's, but it would do. The beast roared, its face was weird; it had a small snout and dark blood red eyes, at least he imagined the eye color. He couldn't see its eyes because it was noon and the sun was right above the half-dragon. "Can you come down and be a nice happy dragon?" The dragon bellowed in rage, almost uncertainly. Then the monster dived to grab him in its claws. He nimbly jumped out of the way. "So you want to play? Come and get me!" he yelled back the half-dragon.

"Stay away, human! You know not what you are dealing with!!" the half-dragon bellowed. But the voice was in his head. Then it roared and charged him. He missed, again, but then he breathed a small stream of fire.

"Hot potato hot potato hothothot!" he laughed. Before the deadly clawed tail flipped around and struck him on the chest, flying him from the building. "Holly!" he shouted. Then he hit the ground. Actually he hit the asphalt. "Oww-" the half-dragon flew down and picked him up. Then it rapidly was higher up then the Twin towers were before they were knocked down.

"I am Dragon-fang, Human. You will fear me or you will die." it spoke. Then it dropped him. He was flying to the ground so fast the floors of the buildings looked like blurs. He, more instinctively then thought, sent web out of the top of his two grown arms' wrists. They stuck and slowed his fall. he hit the ground about ten seconds later. All he saw was Spider-man arriving. Then he passed out.

End Chapter 2