The Spectacular Spider-Girl Chapter 6, a spider-man fanfic

Standard Disclaimer, I don't own Spider-Man or any of its characters.

Chapter 6

Mary Jane walked quietly through the warehouse that had once housed the fighting arena. It had been three days since Vivian's death and as that time had passed despair had given way to rage. She was going to find Marcus and whoever else had been here that night, she was going to find them and kill them. After that, well it didn't really matter to her what happened after that.

She knew the police had already combed through this area, but maybe they had missed something. All she needed was a clue, someplace to start. If she could just find one of them, one of the people that she worked with she would make them talk. Tyrant-tula, Spike, anyone would do. But after over an hour of searching there was still nothing.

Mary Jane shrieks out a frustrated scream as she falls to her knees and slams her fists to the floor, cracking the concrete with the force that she had hit it with. It wasn't fair, this wasn't supposed to happen. Vivian should still be here with her, they were supposed to have started their new lives together, but instead Vivian was dead, she was homeless and without a job, and she was no closer to finding out where the person who had killed her friend was.

She slowly gets to her feet glancing casually at her hands, there wasn't a single scratch on them. It still startled her at times how unnatural she had become, and yet as the weeks had passed she had actually started to get used to these abilities of hers. Strength, speed, reflexes, the ability to stick to walls and leap some thirty odd feet into the air, not to mention her precognitive abilities to recognize and avoid incoming danger, all of it was becoming less and less new and more and more, well, normal.

And yet with all of these abilities at her disposal she couldn't find Marcus or any of the others. It's not like she even knew where to look and if they knew that the police were coming and were moving drugs then of course they wouldn't be here. She had started here hoping that maybe they had left something behind or maybe the police had missed something. But it was rather ridiculous of her to think that she, a homeless high school dropout and runaway would find something that trained professionals, with years of experience and a bunch of technology at their disposal, couldn't.

She knew she had only started searching for them today, but she was already getting frustrated, which didn't bode well for her hunt. Patience would catch them but she had no time or energy for patience. Vivian had been patient, that was her deal, Mary Jane Watson was all about action and making things happen. But without a good solid lead she had no idea where to start. Honestly she was starting to regret not getting to know her other co-workers better, a thought she never in a billion years ever thought she would have. But she knew almost next to nothing about them, maybe if she had talked to people a little bit more then maybe she might know a favorite bar or restaurant or, knowing them, strip joint that they liked to frequent.

As it was, she had pretty much avoided everyone except for Vivian like the plague. They were scum, all of them, just genuinely awful people, of course she did her best to avoid them. They were drug dealing, murdering, soon to be dead, scum…

Mary Jane lets out and audible sigh, maybe she was going about this the wrong way. She was going about this as if they were just going to magically fall into her lap, that by just searching around trying to find them they would appear before her. If Marcus really was a criminal who was dealing in drugs then maybe she should start there? Find a dealer or a junky or something, even if they didn't work with Marcus or know him they still might give her a lead to someone who did. And with a determined look in her eyes Mary Jane left the warehouse.

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This part of town at night was… hell on earth seemed fairly appropriate description. Homeless people gathered, huddled around burning trash cans, avoiding eye-contact with other people. Mentally ill people wandering haphazardly around to wherever their inner demons lead them, muttering to themselves, and sometimes screaming. Droves of gang-bangers, traveling in packs, harassing whatever poor soul was unfortunate enough to have caught their attention. Hookers worked their corners, getting in and out of the cars of their John's as their pimps looked on.

And finally, there were the drug dealers and their clients, making exchanges. Honestly it was business as usual for this area, the police and other more, so called, respectable members of society having pretty much given up on this area. It worked perfectly for Mary Jane as she stood on the roof top of an abandoned construction site, overlooking the area. This is where the cities rejects were, no one would care if she stirred up a little trouble tonight.

She had stopped by a thrift shop earlier and had grabbed a couple of things to make this a bit easier for herself. She had on an oversized beat up jacket as well as a pair of baggy jeans held up by a frayed belt. She had on gloves as well as a beat up red scarf that she wrapped around her head to hide most of her face and her long red hair was tucked safely inside of a camouflage beanie. Only her piercing green eyes showed. All in all, other than being a bit cleaner than everyone else, she didn't look too out of place.

She didn't want anyone to recognize her, she didn't want word getting back to Marcus or the others that she was looking for them and she also didn't want her description getting back to the police. She didn't have a particularly high opinion of them right now. They hadn't cared that her friend had been murdered and they had shot at her, in her opinion they were barely better than those she was trying to find. She knew she wasn't being fair, but she was so angry and hurt right now that she didn't care. And… to be fair because she just couldn't help it, that one Detective, Stacy? He seemed a fairly decent person, but considering she was planning a murder, she couldn't exactly use his help right now anyway.

She jumps and flips down from the top of the partially constructed building and onto the ground in a secluded and shadowy area and then taking a calming breath steps out into the night. As she walks down the streets and alleys towards her quarry, she does her best to avoid making eye contact or drawing any kind of attention to herself. She looked fairly androgynous right now, so she wasn't worried about drawing that kind of attention. But she was also fairly slight looking in all of this bulky clothing and thus could be seen as an easy target.

She wasn't afraid though, anyone stupid enough to get in her way right now deserved what they got but she didn't feel like having to deal with any kind of trouble right now, or at least trouble not related to locating Marcus Fletcher. However, as it seemed to be the case lately, the universe decided to ignore her wishes and send her barreling straight into it.

She had stepped to the side of the side walk and up against a brown brick building to let a couple of gangbangers pass her by, and for the most part they had seemed content to ignore her. As far as they knew she was just some boring homeless guy, who wasn't looking for trouble. Unfortunately for her she had stepped from her place too soon and accidentally bumped the shoulder of the last one.

"Hey! Watch were you're going you little punk ass bitch!"

"Sorry." She mumbles in a gravelly voice.

"Check out this fucker?" He laughs incredulously as he and his buddy's surround her. "Sorry? Fuck your sorry. This is a brand new jacket!"

Mary Jane rolls her eyes, "I don't have time for this." She mumbles to herself. "Send me a bill." She says as she pushes past them.

"The fuck, did I say you could go-AAAaaaarrrrgh!" The thug screams in agony as he sinks to his knees. He had attempted to grab Mary Jane's shoulder and so she had grabbed his arm and was now twisting it, bringing him to his knees, she could feel the bones cracking from the pressure of her grip.

She glares at the other four men who are watching her warily, unsure of what to do but definitely angry that someone was doing this to one of their own. "You really don't want to do this tonight, walk away." She says before releasing the guys arm.

"Fucking get him', man!" The guy half shouts half sobs.

The first guy charges at her and attempts to punch her in the face, she ducks down under the swing and sends the guy flying through the air with an uppercut. Another guy had attempted to come up behind her and grab her but before he could even reach her, her danger senses had gone off and she did a back kick into his solar plexus, hard. He slams into the brick wall of the building they were next to and slumps down, hacking and gasping for breath, clutching at his chest.

The third guy tries to tackle her but she summersaults over him and kicks the fourth guy across the face. His entire body spins and falls to the ground from the force of it, she's vaguely aware of the blood and teeth scattered across the sidewalk. She then grabs the third guy and lifts him over her head, he yelps in fright which turns in to pure terror as she tosses him into the side of a parked car, where he hits with enough force to dent the metal and crack the glass.

She then turns and looks at the guy whose arm she had crushed, he's looking at her with his eyes wide with terror, and he's stumbling backwards trying to put space between them as he backs away. "St- stay back!" He shouts as he fumbles with the pocket of his jacket with his good hand, his crushed arm being held protectively to himself. "I- I'm warning you!" He finally manages to pull out a little pistol. He points it at her but his arm is shaking violently and when she takes a step towards him he whimpers.

"I said stay back!" He screams firing a shot, Mary Jane's danger sense and reflexes kick in and just a slight step to the left is all that is needed to avoid the bullet.

"No, oh God!"

BLAM

click*

He had emptied his gun at her and not a single bullet had hit. She stalks over to him towering above him menacingly. She then lifts him up by the collar of his shirt and slams him against the wall, he's shaking horribly and his face is pale. "Oh God no, please no…" He whimpers.

Mary Jane sneers at him, not that he could see that, with her being so covered up. She hadn't planned on asking them anything, heading straight to where she knew a couple of dealers were located, but since she had him, she decided not to waste the opportunity. "I'm looking for someone, a drug dealer, somebody who knows all of the players in the area. Where can I find someone like that?"

"Huh… you're a chick?" He asks sounding confused.

She punches a crater into the wall next to his head.

His already pale complexion goes ghostly white. "Right! Right! Not important!" He squeaks out as the sound of urine tinkling against the sidewalk fills her ears. "Um… there… there's a guy, um… Sharky… he, he owns a… a… um… oh god… a night club, two blocks down, it's um… it's um, it's called the "Eight Ball," you can't… you can't miss it… he knows everything that happens in this part of town. Dude… dudes connected." He shakes his head to the right to show her which way. "Please don't kill me…"

Mary Jane drops him, "Go home, re-think your life and don't ever let me see you again." And with that she heads in the direction that he sent her.

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It didn't take Mary Jane long to find the club or get inside. Despite the entrances and exits to the building being guarded by some fairly burly bouncers, that didn't matter though as she was easily able to climb up the wall and to an unlocked window on the third floor. She decided against just going through them as there were more people here and that meant they might call the police. The cops may avoid this area but if someone is tearing through people at a night club they still tend to check that kind of thing out.

The room she was in was used as a records room of some sort, it was filled with file cabinets as well as a desk that was fairly organized. The room was lit with a dulled lightbulb that dangled from the ceiling as well as a small desk lamp. The music of the club on the lower levels was loud but somewhat muffled by the walls and floor.

Her goal was to find this Sharky guy and make him tell her where she could find Marcus. Unfortunately for her she had no idea where he was or even what he looked like. She decides to ruffle through some of the drawers on the desk and a few of the files, maybe she could find something in here that would give her a place to start.

As she's ruffling through the first drawer she hears key's jingling at the door. She quickly jumps up to the ceiling and waits there to see who's coming through.

"What are we doing up here again?" Voice one, a male, asks.

"Something triggered the silent alarm up here, he wants us to make sure that everything is safe in here." A second voice says, this one a woman.

The guy has slicked back black hair and is wearing a nice suit, and stands at about 6'2" with a solid build, the woman is wearing a black dress, that was cut just a little too low in the front and short at the skirt to be considered classy. Her blonde hair is done up in a tight bun and she has a very severe look on her face.

The woman heads straight over to a picture on the wall, while the man heads to the window and closes it. The woman then moves the picture aside to reveal a safe.

"The window was open, must have been the wind." The man says.

The woman opens the safe and Mary Jane can see that it is filled with stacks of cash as well as a gun, before the woman closes it. "Everything seems to be in order here, let's get back to Sharky and tell him it was nothing."

As the two of them are heading to the door Mary Jane drops down from the ceiling to her feet and slowly rises. "Not nothing." She says as the two of them turn around.

"Bruno!" the woman has time to shout, before Mary Jane has rushed forward and flung him into the wall, knocking him unconscious. She then turns and grabs the wrist of the woman who had tried to come up behind her with a Taser and she squeezes until she drops it.

"None of that, I'm here to see your boss, Sharky. Take me to him and you'll get out of this just fine." Mary Jane says in deep a gravelly voice.

"Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?" The woman asks incredulously.

"Nope, couldn't care less."

"You're way out of your league, people who mess with him tend to find themselves at the bottom of the Hudson, leave now while you still can."

Mary Jane sighs, "Look we can either do this the easy way or the hard way, the easy way is you just take me to him right now, the hard way…" Mary Jane pauses for dramatic effect and squeezes the arm a little tighter. "The hard way I start breaking bones until he hears you screaming and comes running. Either way, I'm seeing him tonight."

"Alright… alright…" The woman says as she looks into the cold green eyes of her assailant and for the first time ever is looking up into the eyes of someone who scared her more than her boss.

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There's a thud outside the office door. And a well-dressed and built African American man looks up from his papers and nods to the door signaling his two body guards to go check it out. But just as they stand the door opens and in steps his secretary Rita.

"What happened out there, did you find out what was going on in- Who the fuck are you?" Taveon Shark, a.k.a. "Sharky" asks when someone steps out from behind Rita. They're dressed like a bum but his sharp eyes saw that they were too clean for that to be true. The clothes were new, or at least bought new within the last day or two. He had always had a sharp eye for detail and it had served him well as he had risen through the ranks of his gang until finally leading it. The door swings a little wider as the person steps into the room and he can see Sean lying on the ground unconscious, whoever this was, was tough because Sean was no pushover.

"Who I am doesn't matter." They say in a gravelly voice, but despite their best efforts to disguise their voice he could tell it was a girl, young too.

"I beg to differ," Sharky says as he stands up from his seat and holds a hand up in a halting motion to stop his two other bodyguards from doing anything, both of them having started to move towards the person. "You come into my place of business and beat up on my boys, I say that whoever you are does matter."

"I'm looking for Marcus Fletcher, I was told you would know where he is."

Sharky shrugs his shoulders, "Sorry, never heard of him." He says with board tone. Of course he knew who Marcus Fletcher was, but he wasn't about to give any information to someone that he didn't know.

"I hope, for your sake, that you're lying." The person says, walking towards him.

His two bodyguards move into action and it doesn't mean a thing, with in seconds both of them are lying on the floor, bleeding and moaning. He had made them his personal guards due to their loyalty as well as their strength and skill in a fight and they had just been taken out like they were nothing. Rita, his secretary is backed into the corner of the room watching, terrified, as all of this is happening.

"Now that, that's out of the way," They say turning their attention back to him. "Let's try this again. I'm looking for Marcus Fletcher, I was told you would know where to find him."

"All right, all right." Sharky says in a calming tone, raising his hands in surrender. "Let's say I do know where he's at, what do you want with him?"

"He killed a friend of mine, I'm going to return the favor."

"Now see, that's a problem, cause Marcus, he and I work for the same man. A very scary man, a man whose bad side I wouldn't want to get on for anything. If I give up one of our own, well bad things are going to come down on me and mine. You feel me?"

"Your boss isn't here right now, I am. I would be much, much more worried about what I am going to do to you than what your boss might do to you. I promise you, of the two of us, I'm the one you should be scared of."

Sharky chuckles, "You don't know my boss- now hold up a minute, I didn't say I wouldn't tell you!" Sharky says stepping back as the person came towards him, an angry almost unhinged look in her eyes. "I just got to make sure that this doesn't blow back on me." He knew and even liked Marcus to a certain degree and they both worked for… him, but he wasn't about to risk his operation or his life for the guy and if Marcus were suddenly out of the picture, it might be a good opening for him to expand his influence. Right now he was just the head of a gang, but if he played his cards right he might actually be able to get in good with the King Pin by picking up the slack that Marcus's death would create.

"And I care about what happens to you because?" She says as she steps up to him, shoving his desk out of the way and sending it tumbling into the wall. It takes all of his will power to keep his face impassive. Because holy shit, this chick was like some of the freaks that the King Pin liked to keep on his personal pay roll. Way too scary for him and his to be getting involved with. If Marcus was stupid enough to piss off one of these freaks he deserved what he got.

"Hey, I want to help you, but I've got to look out for mine. The information is all yours I just have to make sure this doesn't come back on me, you hear? I'm on your side, but if the wrong people find out that I talked to someone on the outside that's it for me, I'm done." He tries to reason with her. "I can give you his location, he was almost busted a couple of nights ago and I know where he's hiding, but this can't get back to me."

"Fine, I won't mention your name to anyone, now where is he." The person says impatiently.

"I'm going to need a little more than that- gurk!" He croaks as he's lifted by his neck and held in place, choking as he tries to breathe. He grabs at her arm to try and get her to break her hold but it was like trying to break steel. Rita lets out a frightened shriek over in the corner.

"I don't think you really understand the position you're in right now, so please allow me to explain it. Three nights ago he killed my friend, the one singular person in this world that I cared about, now I'm going to find him and do the same thing to him. You are currently in the unfortunate position of being the only thing standing in my way, which is a very, very, dangerous place to be right now. You are going to give me the information that I want, the only question is how badly do I have to hurt you before it happens?"

"Al-ri-ght, Al-ri-ght," He chokes out before she releases him and he falls to the ground. "Alright, I'll tell you." He gasps, trying to catch his breath. He'd only met a couple of these meta-human freaks before, they were crazy all of them, he should have known better than to try and work with one. His best bet for survival was to give the freak what she wanted and then shore up his defenses.