In a New York space station, scientists looked at the monitors that showed what was going on in the space shuttle that was heading back from the Moon. Activities were being observed. This was the day that the shuttle would return to Earth. The footage was being broadcasted on news channels.
"What's that?" one of the scientists asked, pointing at the stone that looked different from the other rocks beside it. It started emitting electricity. The screens started looking fuzzy.
"We have a prob..." they heard Scott say.
"What's going on?" another scientist said.
"Elect... not working on this thing," Roberts said. "Might be... down."
Between the glitches on the screens, the scientists could see bolts of lightning shooting from the red stone and electrocuting Roberts and Scott to death. Jameson picked up the stone. It did not electrocute him. Instead, it flew at his neck. Before the footage faded away, the scientists could see a silhouette of Jameson, the stone moving into his neck.
"Whatever that thing is is out to kill humankind," a scientist said. "It's probably decapitating Jameson right now."
"We don't know for sure," someone else said. "He could be okay. It may not be what it looked like."
Many people around New York watched the news coverage on the footage. Among these viewers were the employees at the Bugle.
"There seems to be something on the shuttle, perhaps some sort of moon rock, causing technical difficulties. There are reports that people are doing what they can to prevent the shuttle from crashing. A plane is on its way to where it appears the shuttle may fall."
"No," J. Jonah Jameson said. "My son. He can't die." Jameson turned around and noticed that Peter was missing. "Where's Parker?"
"I don't know, sir," Hoffman said. "He was here just a second ago."
"Probably off trying to be a hero," J. Jonah Jameson muttered to himself. "Won't change a thing."
J. Jonah Jameson was right. Peter Parker was off being a hero. He suited up in his Spider-Man outfit and followed the plane that was shown on the news. He caught up to it and hung onto it with a web. He climbed up and clung to the bottom of the plane. It flew to the outskirts of the city. Spider-Man could see the shuttle falling from the sky. It was covered in embers.
"If there was a symbiote on that ship, it wouldn't get through the fire," Spider-Man mused.
The plane flew closer to the shuttle. It matched its trajectory to it. Spider-Man shot out some webs and got them to stick to the top of the shuttle. He tried pulling it up. He was not as strong as he wanted to be. No matter. He stuck some ropes of web onto the plane and made sure that they were long enough to connect to the shuttle. He was helping. He climbed to the top of the plane as it managed to get a hold on the shuttle. It was not crashing anytime soon. The plane took the shuttle to the landing pad outside of the space station. It released it, and Spider-Man got off of the plane.
"It's Spider-Man!"
Scientists and news reporters were delighted to see the masked hero. The professionals walked over the the space shuttle door and opened it. They were given an unfriendly greeting by a monster within. It resembled a large wolf, but it was bipedal. it wore nothing but shorts that looked like it may have been part of an astronaut's uniform. The edges looked torn.
It clawed at those who opened the shuttle door, killing them. Everyone gathered around the shuttle ran away. The creature ran after them. Spider-Man shot webs at it, angering it. The grey, wolf-like creature ran after him. Spider-Man tried holding his ground, but it was too strong for him; its upper body was full of muscles. It punched Spider-Man a few time in the face. It flung itself at him and inserted its claws in his shoulders.
The pain was unbearable. Spider-Man appeared dead. A few people with guns arrived on the scene and started firing. The creature sprinted towards them on all fours. Its zig-zag patter made it difficult for the bullets to hit it. It slapped the guns out of the people's hands before hitting their faces with its feet. It ran away from the space station.
When Spider-Man finally got up, he felt dizzy. He could not determine which way the creature ran off. He went over to the shuttle to investigate. There were two dead bodies, but neither of them were John Jameson; he was not in here.
"Don't tell me John turned into that thing," Spider-Man said to himself. "Here we go again."