August 17th, 2007

They finally decided to strike.

First they decided to taunt me. That's why they didn't do anything evil until now.

Carnage and Gobby. They finally stopped goofing off and came out with their master plan.

Did anyone see the news? Read the paper?

What they did just pissed me off.

They wanted to kill me on the Brooklyn Bridge. Just like Gwen Stacy.

I swung up there as soon as I could and I was ready to whoop the tar out of those bastards. They're sick monsters, mocking an innocent girl's death, taunting me with that failure. I had all the motivation I needed to kill them. I could have--I wanted to--kill them.

First thing I did was nothing. I didn't make any wisecracks, any jokes--I just stayed focused. They were surprised that I was so serious--you know me, I'm like Mikey in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles--the one that jokes, the one that fools around. But not then, no. Without warning I ripped the Goblin from his glider, pulling on it with my weblines, and smashed it into Carnage's back. I leaped, rage boiling inside of me like the Hulk, and I wanted to rip the flesh from their bones, I wanted to hear their screams. I was done playing games.

But I stopped. This is what they wanted--to get to me. Was this anger really worth it? Was living a life set on revenge for what they did really a life worth living? Revenge can ruin everything--it's strong, it's powerful, it's deadly. When I wore the black suit, that's what it was like. I could do whatever the hell I wanted, and when I got angry I got stronger.

But I didn't need the suit to be strong. I didn't need anger to be strong. I needed me to be strong.

Goblin's glider smashed into little pieces after the impact on Carnage, and the supersonics of the explosion from it hurt the symbiote suit. The whole thing was just a lucky break, really. I mean, destroyed Goblin's glider, sounds hurt Carnage. That's one awesome combo move right there.

We had a good old-fashioned brawl on the pillar where Gwen Stacy died. I was dodging pumpkin bombs, avoid weapons that Carnage formed with his suit. But I wasn't scared. I was too angry to be scared.

"I gotta hand it to you two," I said, jumping past a blade Carnage had formed and, at the same time, spun around to the side as a pumpkin bomb exploded where I had just been. "I was expecting you to hide forever! Where've you been staying, the honeymoon suite?"

I heard a buzzing noise and I turned around. Carnage had a chainsaw. A chainsaw! And, even though it was made out of the symbiote suit, it was as real and painful as ever. I realized that these two goons were as serious as I was about this fight, despite my wisecracks and funny jokes.

My spider-sense warned me of danger, and I leaned backwards as another bomb whizzed over my head. I dodged that thing like the Matrix!

"How's Gwen, Spider-Man?" Carnage said. It made me stop what I was doing. Oh no he didn't.

"Don't you dare say her name again!"

"Who's name? Gwen? Your pretty dead girlfriend?"

"Shut up!" I ran and socked him in the jaw. I sent a roundhouse-kick to Goblin's jaw as he tried to attack from behind. "Gwen was an innocent young girl! One more word about her and I'll--" my words were cut short by a cry of pain. I stumbled backwards, and I saw that Carnage had formed a small knife with his suit and had stabbed me. I felt the blood pour out as I tore the blade out of my shoulder. I got dizzy, and I had a feeling that I was in trouble.

Almost on cue, a fireball engulfed the hate-stricken Carnage. Now, in case none of you know, and I'd write this down somewhere, symbiotes' weaknesses are heat and sound. Now, since the Venom suit spawned Carnage, the weaknesses have been reduced, but they are still there. So when fire touched the suit, it went nuts-o.

"Am I too late to join the party?"

Johnny Storm, aka the Human Torch. For the first time, I was actually glad to see him. I was really dizzy from being stabbed.

"Spidey! How's the situation?"

"It stinks on ice!" I shouted, taking on Goblin while he used his powers to weaken the suit.

My spider-sense started screaming at me. I turned around, trying to escape, but a bomb blew up a few good feet from where I was. I was thrown off the pillar and I started falling off the bridge, just like Gwen.

I spun a webline, which missed the bridge. I spun another. And, third time's a charm, my fall was violently stopped when I held onto the webline. As I started to climb it there was another explosion, bigger, from ontop of the bridge. I saw two figures thrown from the top, landing in the water.

I climbed, and Johnny Storm was there, flamed on like his bad self.

"Spidey, you okay?"

I shook my head and passed out. Blood loss.

Well, everything was fine after that. Except there was no sign of Carnage or the Green Goblin. Johnny told me that no one could survive the fall, but I disagree. An evil like that just does not die.

COMMENTS:

(subj: none)

I'm glad Reeds sent Flame-for-Brains to help you out. He was afraid you'd do something you'd regret--like kill them. Yeah, you looked that angry on the news. But you don't kill people. You pass out from blood loss, but you don't kill people.

--Ben Grimm

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(subj:Brklyn Bridge)

That place will always be like hell for you. You'll see Gwen Stacy, you'll see your failure, you'll see it all. The past can not be changed, and you tired. People like Goblin and Carnage don't understand that her death made you stronger, it made you wiser and it made you more realisitc. It was a tragedy, but it also showed you that life just works that way.

--Prof. Xavier, of the X-Men