Crawling through the narrow tunnel on all fours was draining, especially when the slightest noise echoed everywhere. Thankfully the agonisingly uncomfortable journey was over almost as soon as it had started and Michael found himself looking down into an elaborate, sci-fi version of a medieval torture chamber containing several metal tables, a bed of spiked and rows and rows of lethal looking syringes each containing a different, but equally disgusting, coloured liquid. Pride of place in the room went to an electric chair, mounted on a platform, which was probably stolen out of some Nazi museum.
Suddenly he heard struggle in the far side of the room and a man was brought in on the shoulder of the smoker thug Michael had seen earlier. The bound and gagged man was dumped onto one of the metal tables like a lump of meat, after strapping the still writhing man to the bench with thick leather straps, the thug exited the room. All that could be heard was the muffled mumblings of the man on the table.
As Michael was debating whether or not to go down to help the man the decision was made for him, as imposing bulk entered the doorway, a very familiar imposing bulk, the bulk of The Hunter himself, Kraven. It was as if the world suddenly forgot how to make any noise; the man on the table instantly fell silent, even the large extractor fan mounted on the wall seemed to become mute for an eerily long few seconds. The silence didn't last though, as The Hunter let out a throaty roar-like laughter causing the tied-up man to whimper and writhe about on the table.
"The predator catches his prey in a most imaginative of ways doesn't he?" Kraven growled at the whimpering man. "You look like a pathetic little mouse caught in the paws of a mighty feline" he continued, walking over to the man and breathing heavily on him.
Kraven stopped and sniffed the stale air.
"Ah it seems the predator has caught another unsuspecting animal in his trap, although I feel this one may be more interesting to destroy" he said as he walked over to the shelf of syringes. "So Spidey who's it going to be, you or this worthless specimen here" he placed the syringe against the man's neck.
"5"
"4"
"3"
"Leave him alone Kraven!" Michael shouted as he swung down out of the vent and onto the floor beside the electric chair.
"Ah how nice of you to join us, I'm sorry your stay has to be CUT SHORT!" Kraven shouted as he pounced at Michael, dropping the syringe on the floor; a wisp of smoke rising as the foul liquid ate into the concrete.