Chp 3-A Planned Experiment

It's fluidic body rippled with rage. It was confined to this glass case, a prison for a superior being. It slammed it's body against the glass, trying to free itself from it's captivity. The pain from the other had all but faded and now it longed, no, it needed to find another host. Another body to feed from. After a few minutes, the symbiote subsided to the corner of the re enforced glass case and coiled it's fluidic body up like a snake. It would bide it's time for now. It would find a suitable host soon.

The bell rang and awoke anyone who had slept through Connor's boring lecture. The filed out as quickly as possible and all Dr. Connors could do was wave goodbye with his good arm.

"Don't forget, your finals are in two weeks! Be prepared and have a good weekend!" Peter was in a hurry as well, hastily putting away his teacher's aid materials. He felt tonight was the night to try to rekindle his relationship with Mary Jane. As he continued imagining hearing her sweet voice, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

" Hey Parker. You got a few," He asked, semi concerned.

"Um, sure," Peter replied confused and followed Connors into the back room of the class.

Inside, Peter made eye contact with the blackness again and shuddered as he could feel it crawling around him again, moving slowly to take him over. He shook himself free of the thought when Connors handed him a binder.

"What's this," Peter asked inquisitively.

Connors gave a quick smile. "This is my big research project I am working on. I was wondering if you would like to look over it and give me your thoughts. I also was wondering if you could possibly join me in the venture and be my assistant." Peter looked up from the binder, wide eyed.

"You...you want me to assist you in this experiment," he asked in awe.

Connors smiled. "Parker, you're the smartest one in the class and you do one hell of a job assisting me in the classroom. I would very much like your help with this. Just uh, don't look at it until you get home and show no one. Understand?!"

Peter swallowed hard and then smiled enthusiastically. "It would be an honor Dr. Connors." He shook the Dr's hand and left the room, packing the binder in with his teaching materials. Dr. Connors smiled and went about his duties.

Peter opened the door to his apartment and closed the door, the handle duck taped to the door for support. A train rattled by and the place shook as he threw off his back pack and pulled out the binder. He had another hour or so before he was supposed to meet Mary Jane at her job. He opened it up and began to read through Connor's notes. His eyes became wider and wider as he read on. "Experimental regeneration! Doc you're a genius," he said excitedly as he read on, seeing the results of Dr. Connor's own private experiment involving the regeneration of a rabbit's limb with success. Peter's smile grew wider. "And to think I have the honor of helping him with this!"

Chp 4-Where We Left Off...

He arrived wearing a nice shirt and dress pants, looking somewhat soiree for a nerd. Mary Jane was just wrapping up her song when she saw him. She gave a shy smile and returned to her song. Peter sat down and listened to her finish it before she came down and met him with a hug. She sat down and brushed the hair from her eyes.

"Hey Peter, how are you today?" Peter smiled his shy smile. "I've actually had a rather interesting one. I got a promotion in a way," Peter said before he knew what he actually said. Didn't Connors just tell you not to say nothing, he thought to himself.

"Oh really," Mary Jane replied, nonchalantly. She asked one of the other waitresses to bring her a drink. "And what might that promotion be?" Peter swallowed hard. IT couldn't hurt to tell her, he thought again.

"I'm gonna be helping Dr. Connors in an experiment he's going to be doing. He gave me a binder full of his notes so I could go over them." Peter smiled big as he told her. She smiled back in a way that made Peter question if she cared about it.

"Wow," she finally said, "it's great that you finally have something else other than Spider-Man to make you happy."

Peter frowned a little. "What do you mean by that? Aren't you happy about it at all?"

Mary Jane shook her head. "I'm just glad to see you've got something else on your mind other than Spider-Man. I'm glad to see you're moving on."

Peter frowned some more and got a little angry. "Mary Jane, why are you..." She cut him off.

"You never really loved me Peter. Face it. You cared more about Spider-Man and rubbing your success with him in my face than anything else. I don't even know why I still bother talking to you."

Peter's eyes flared up. "You...don't...mean...that," he said, his body shaking.

Mary Jane smirked. "Stay out of my life Peter. We'll both be better this way."

And she began to stand up. Peter wanted to hear no more. He threw the table out of his way and grabbed her by the throat as the symbiote took over his body, wrapping it's sticky, wet, black tendrils around him and forming around his head, forming a demonic mandible filled with razor sharp teeth. He clenched his hand together and squeezed her until her life was extinguished and threw her out the diner window, roaring as he did. He then looked at himself in the bartender's mirror and his "face" receded. Staring back at him was the face of Eddy Brock. "See Parker," the reflection said, "Told you I was gonna make you lose your girl. How does it feel, Tiger?" Eddy began laughing maniacally and the symbiote in the mirror shot out at Parker.

Peter awoke, screaming, the binder laying on the ground. He was sweating profusely and breathing heavy. He looked at his clock. It was 8:00 pm. "Oh no," he said as he jumped out of bed. He was very late and he knew MJ was not someone he should be late for.