Chapter One: God Has Abandoned Us
Peter Parker hung up the phone. He stood in his living room, a friend came over to visit. Peter's friend, Ti'Gel, looked like a product of the sewer, a spawn of The Lizard, but in truth he was a different breed of reptile, not from an experiment, or the brainchild of a crazy madman, but an alien, not of this universe. His skin was dark green, like sewer water, his eyes were a murky yellow, and his voice, his deep raspy voice, reminded Peter of someone who is constantly gargling salt water and rocks at the same time. Ti'Gel also had a certain way of speaking that made him seem egotistical, too prideful of himself. In truth, the space lizard was very humble, and a good decent fellow. Aunt May sure took a liking to him.
"Why Mr. Zanov," May said carrying a tray of cookies and milk, her specialty. "So glad you could come on such a dreary afternoon." Ti'Gel smiled, his tail, which was always behind him, watching, moved out of the way for Aunt May to sit next to him. "It's not like Ti'Gel doesn't come here every day Mrs. Parker."
Peter turned towards them just as Ti'Gel was about to grab a cookie. "Ti'Gel," he said, "remember we have a meeting to get to." He said. Ti'Gel nodded and stood up. "Well," he said, "Ti'Gel will be back for these later." He laughed and hugged Aunt May who smiled, and even though he was a lizard, she loved him. Ti'Gel on the other hand, just thought it was good manners. Peter walked out of the door, grabbing his black leather rain jacket and military issued pistol. Ti'Gel followed, grabbing the same thing. They walked to the car.
Peter took the driver's seat, Ti'Gel the passenger. The lizard reached behind him and grabbed a custom compound bow. Sleek, slim, lightweight, built for his many professions: vigilante, mercenary, police officer. Peter reached behind him and pulled out his signature suit, which he upgraded for combat use. Sleek, slim, lightweight, breathable material, made with the technology of Ti'Gel's people, making Peter's suit an unstoppable weapon to coincide with his abilities that Ti'Gel helped hone. As Peter was putting on his suit, Ti'Gel reached behind his back seat again and pulled out his signature call signs, an executioner's hood, military combat arm, and black combat boots. They suited up.
"You ready?" Peter asked.
"Ti'Gel is always ready." The lizard said.
Peter drove down the street towards downtown, weaving past abandoned cars, gas fires, and slums that the people now resided in. Garbage littered the streets, proud buildings that once stood, City Hall, Grand Central Station, and even the Empire State Building fell to ruin. Peter turned on the radio. "Ever since the terrorist attacks, the city of New York has been in shambles." Eddie Brock said, reporting the news, "Ever since the war, the war that brought them here, New York has never been the same." They passed an abandoned movie theater, graffiti on front window said, "God Doesn't Exist". "Thirty-seven years ago was when the world died, and now, in 9860 A.D, the world is breathing it's last breath. God has abandoned us." A pile of rubble, a pike in the middle, a decomposed body of a woman holding her child was impaled, burnt to a crisp. "He has forgotten his people, his flock. For violence, murder, and corruption run rampant in every suburb, in every home in this great city." They arrived at their destination. Trinity Church.