They cleaned up most of the disastrous wreckage in Times Square, but I couldn't help shake the memories off as I walked by it after work. Every crack of cement symbolized the wolf's large claws crashing down. It was terrifying, and to know he hadn't been caught was even more petrifying.

Walking was a common ritual I did, now.

Walks helped clear my mind.

I would normally hang with Peter but he hadn't talked to me the previous week. Although, I felt like he was still there. Like he was always watching me. That might have something to do with the fact he was swinging around the city in a spandex suit.

My parents were back, for a while anyways. I met up with some friends, including Sam, at a small café near times square.

But as usual, my mind wasn't on the topic of cute college kids, or that heart-wrenching chick flick about a cancer-stricken patient, it was on Peter.

Not only Peter, but May.

Would she be disappointed in me for letting Peter go? I couldn't help it. And I tried calling him a few times, but I knew I was too late. There was no changing Peter's mind. Whatever blossoming relationship we had was dead now. I would never forgive myself for that.

I had almost accepted the fact that I would never talk to Peter again, although it was hard.

"Em?" A pale white hand swam across my vision, "Earth to Emily, are you in there?"

"Huh?" I broke the gaze from my coffee cup and looked to my friend, Isaac.

He just gave me a funny look. He almost looks worried. Instead of saying anything to me, he turned to Sam, as if she was my care taker now.

He whispered, "Is something wrong with her?" And I witnessed Sam shrug.

"You know," I sighed, leaning back in my chair, "I'm not deaf."

"You were a few seconds ago," Sam contradicted.

"I-I was deep in thought." I stuttered, profusely blinking my eyes.

Sam rolled her eyes, groaning. "You're always deep in thought."

I shrugged, "I'm sorry," I said it, almost like a whisper.

As Isaac and Nina talked to themselves, Sam leaned closer to me, resting on the big burgundy armchair I sat on. "You need to move on, Emily."

I just nodded, sullenly. I know she was referring to Peter. It was harder done then said.

"I'm sorry, hun, but I don't think he's going to call back. He's an asshole for doing so, but you don't need people like that in your life, anyways."

But I needed Peter, more than anything. That's why it was so hard. Instead of telling Sam the truth, I had told her that I confessed my feelings for him and he ran off and got scared, and hadn't called me since.

I just nodded again.

She gave me a small, crooked, smile, and pulled me in for a tight embrace.

"Isn't that Spider-man?" The words coming out of Isaac's mouth sent butterflies throughout my body, and they exploded out of every opening. I looked to where Isaac pointed and saw Peter, perched on the corner of a building. When he saw us look over, he webbed away.

I couldn't tell if he was looking at us, it was hard to know with those big glassy eyes, but I hoped so.

Knowing he was inside that red-and blue splattered suit was the only thing that kept me sane.

And it was the only thing that would continue to.

It was working, the whole plan. He had taken someone, once a week. Injected them with the serum. They hated him now, while they were chained to the wall in an abandoned apartment building, but they would worship him later, they were already starting too. He wanted to make their lives better, feel what he feels.

He would stalk them for a few days once he spotted them and then he would watch how they cope, how hard it was. He could relate to them.

There was the blind guy, Rick Simmons. He was first. He may not have been deaf, but he was blind. Once he injected into him, he grew into some rabid animal, which was exactly what he wanted to happen. He chained him to the wall until he could control himself, and when he did, he started to bow down to Dr. Hendrix. He had his eyesight back, wasn't that what ever blind person wished for?

Next, was Diana Springfield, a young lady who was sustained to a wheelchair. She went through the same process as Rick, but in the end she was alright.

After that, it was Ben, who was also deaf, Linden, who was a cancer patient at the local hospital, and Cameron, who was some random beat-up kid living on the streets.

Hendrix was starting an army, not only against Taylor, but now Oscorp itself. Oscorp was evil. It felt good this power. All this power. He craved it, and now he was just satisfying his cravings.

He was running out of the serum though, and he would need some extra doses for his new pack.

Pack.

He laughed at that word, but it made sense.

They were after all injecting themselves with wolf DNA.

He was trying to keep himself undercover ever since his massacre at Times Square. He needed some way to find David, but he had no idea how to in a big city like New York. Didn't he take a leave of absence? He wouldn't know.

He needed access to files, all of the... He needed to get into Oscorp, get the serum, get Intel on David, and get out. He just needed to figure out how.

It was about a week and a half until Christmas, and I hadn't even started Christmas shopping. I only needed to buy for my mom, dad, and Sam, but I also felt the need to buy something for Peter and May, but I may never see them again.

After going in numerous stores, the only thing I found was a ridiculously expensive make up set for Sam. I would have to go shopping again for my parents, because it was getting late now.

I headed to my parents apartment next, because they had prepared dinner for us 3 and Sam, who was meeting me there.

I found myself lost in thoughts about what was for dinner, or what to buy for Christmas, when a rock hard body slammed right into me. I went tumbling onto the ground, feeling like my shoulder broke.

The person didn't stop to help, just looked at me with these piercing eyes… It took me a few seconds to realize they were red eyes.

His eyes were red.

Like blood.

I felt a scream manifest itself inside of me, but instead of releasing it, it just sat perched underneath my tongue.

The scruffy-looking man glared, and then fast-walked the other way.

I didn't get up for a while, I just stared at the ripped tears in the man's jacket as he walked away from me.

I stood up after the groans and rude remarks about me sitting there.

I stumbled towards my parents apartment, clutching my shoulder.

When I made it there, my parents opened the door with happy faces, but I couldn't stop thinking about those piercing red eyes… They wouldn't leave my head.

"Emma, you alright?" Sam called over the dinner table.

I nodded, without looking over to her.

"Is your shoulder alright, hunny?" My mom asked, placing a warm hand on it.

I flinched, but nodded, eyes on the floor.

From my peripheral, I saw my father shrug to Sam. They were probably talking about me. Usually I would care, but not today. For once, my mind was on someone other than Peter.

I kept seeing that man's face in my mind. He looked familiar, but I just couldn't pinpoint it. Maybe I didn't know him, but he sure looked like someone I knew, at least. It eat me up inside, that I couldn't find the relation between this man and someone in my life. I would find out one day.

My hand remained on my other shoulder for the remainder of dinner, only when I needed to use my knife did I release it.

"So Emily, how is that Peter boy? You haven't spoken about him much, lately."

It was an instant pang in my chest, hearing his name. But like all the other times, I had to ignore it, leaving an empty, numb, feeling behind.

I heard Sam cough abnormally loud, trying to get everyone but mine's attention. She shook her head at my mother as she chew on a mouthful of chicken.

My mother widened her eyes, realizing, and then bowed her head t her food.

It was silent for the next few minutes, until Sam spoke. "Ahem," She coughed, "I have some news."

"Do tell, Sam!" My father urged.

Sam smiled, "I got a job,"

I spat out a small lump of chicken that was previously stored in my cheek, like a hamster. Luckily, it fell to my plate.

Sam's eyes widened, "What the…"

"You?" I asked, "You got a job? I mean, no offense or anything, but I don't think you've ever had a job in your life!"

She just frowned, but then shrugged, knowing I was right. "It's just a small job, doing office work and stuff. Two or three times a week."

"Where?" My mother asked.

"Oscorp," She grinned.

I nodded, "That's pretty impressive."

She nodded, grin still smeared on her face, "I'm working at the front desk, sorting through all the files and things. It's not a big job, at all really. I'm like the secretary's assistant, I do work that she can't finish in her shift."

I nodded, a small smile starting to form on my lips. "Well I'm happy for you, Sam. That's awesome."

"Thanks," She replied, "I start tomorrow." She dropped her fork to her plate, finishing her meal.

"What time?"

She pulled out her phone, looking at an email or a text or something. "My shift is from 5:00pm to 10:00pm."

I nodded, smiling.

After dinner, Sam and I washed up the dishes, her drying, me washing. We drove back to our apartment around eleven.

I did my nightly rituals, and hopped into my pajamas. But, before jumping into bed, I took a quick look at my shoulder.

It was completed smeared in purple and blue.

Had that man actually hit me with such great force? It was almost insane to think. He would have had to be going as fast as a car. He wasn't a big man, either, so it didn't make sense. I covered up my arm and ran to my room.

I was in bed by 11:30pm.

But I couldn't sleep.

The red eyes continued to haunt me.

Dr. Hendrix watched the young female enter the building like he had done so for the past few days. The access key to ever room in the building hung from her tiny neck. All he had to do was yank it off, if she put up a fight, he could easily snap her neck like a twig. But not here, not now. He had to wait till her shift finished, at 10:00. He would stalk her, waiting underneath the stairs like a predator, ready to snatch its prey.

His claws tapped against the ground impatiently. For some reason, the last time he injected himself, the claws had remained, instead of disappearing like the rest of his wolvely like features. His arm was partially hairy, with five giant claws protruded from his fingers.

It felt like forever until nightfall hit, but when it did, she reluctantly came out, access key hung from her neck.

He retreated from the darkness underneath the stairs, and walked towards the girl, faster and faster. He grasped her with his human arm, and pulled her back towards the building.

She shrieked at first, causing the attention of by passers, but he shook his head, telling her to stop.

She looked too petrified to scream now, the fear in her eyes was almost overwhelming. He pulled her towards the front doors, and into the nicely heated building.

"What do you—"

"Shut up." He spat through his teeth.

There was hardly anyone here, now. Almost everyone had left, except for a janitor or two and a few late night scientists determined to figure some equation out No one would hear her screams, though.

He gazed around the tall, 100 floored building. It had been a while since he'd been here. He had lost his access key, and his job probably too. Everyone suspected he was dead, just like they suspected the other missing person's were. But we weren't.

He pressed his claws into the arch of the young girls back, like a threatening gun. Only his claws were worse. I bullet would be pleasant to die by.

"I need access to files."

"I-I can't do that."

He pressed his claws deeper into her, just pricking the skin and shredding little holes in her white blouse.

"Okay!" She cried, "Okay…"

They leisurely strolled to the front desk, and she typed in her name, Samantha Evans, and a password typed too fast even for his eyes.

She slid the keyboard to him, giving him access to everything he wanted. He typed in the name David Taylor, and printed everything they had on him, from birth to present.

"Y-You're that guy, aren't you?"

He turned to the young lady. She was quite beautiful, really. She would make a lovely asset to his team.

"You're the missing Doctor."

"Ha," He scoffed, ignoring her words, although that gave her an answer.

"Why are you searching Mr. Taylor?"

He exited all his tabs, and logged out of Samantha's account.

"Are you acquainted with Mr. Taylor?" He asked, taking each paper from the printer and slipping it into his ripped pockets.

"N-No." She lied. He could hear the stutter of her heartbeat.

"You're lieing." He frowned.

"N-No. I swear." She closed her eyes, tears falling.

"Come on," He said, grabbing the last page and grasping her arm. "Let's go."

"Where are we g-going now?" She whimpered.

He pressed his hand to her back once again, and pushed her to the elevator. He pressed number 64, and the elevator flew upwards.

When they made it to the floor a few seconds later, he pushed her out of it, leaving deeper claw marks. She winced in pain, yelping.

He groaned, waiting for her to stand up again. When she didn't he raised his voice, "GET UP."

She did, crying, and clutched to the wall for support.

They circled the floor, making their way to the experimental part of the building.

This was where she was really needed. "Open the door," He pointed to the key card slot.

She shook her head, "I-I…"

"OPEN THE DOOR."

"I can't!" She burst out. "I only have a card to the office parts of the building, I'm only allowed key cards to lab's when they require me to deliver a message!"

"No." He breathed "No… NO NO NO NO!"

Samantha backed up, afraid of his actions. He growled, feeling the inner wolf come out in him, but it was painful. He needed the serum, and he needed it now. It was like a cure, a savior. He was addicted. He wrapped his hand around her neck and watched her gasp for air. When he felt pleased with her suffering, he yanked the key card off her neck, dropping her to the ground.

She was lying. She had to be lying.

But no.

When he swiped the card, ERROR appeared in bright red letters.

Again and again he swiped, ERROR reappeared over and over.

"NOOOOO" He screamed.

This was it. He had to get in, grab the serum, cook it in the serum cooker, and then inject himself with it so he could run out of there before the cops arrived, and hopefully before the famous Spider-man did too.

His large hand lunged through the metal doors. It only left a dent, because these doors were made out of the strongest material known to man. He lunged again, managing to tear through it a little. As expected, the alarms blared throughout the floor. He had approximately five minutes before the cops arrived.

He lunged, over and over, until a hole formed big enough for him to squeeze through. It was hard doing this with one strong hand.

He grabbed Samantha, pulling her through the broken doors. He might need her for later.

She just sobbed uncontrollably on the floor, repeating the words "I'm going to die… I'm going to die…"

Dr. Hendrix walked towards the locker with his name on it. He ripped open the lock, revealing the last known serum he had, it wasn't completed yet, but it would be.

He took the blue liquid over to the cooker and set it for two minutes. When it was done, he would take it to the multiplier, so he would have enough serums to last him for a while.

The two minutes past, and he could hear the police sirens in the distant. But that didn't stop him. He grabbed the blue serum, and placed it in the multiplier. It would take around 3 minutes, which just might have been enough time to obtain them and get out.

"TWO MORE MINUTES" The automated female voice said.

"Come on…" he growled.

There was a shuffling sound, and then a clear of the throat. Someone had come through the window. He had cocked his head just slightly enough to see the red and blue suit in his peripheral.

"Spider-man…" Samantha cried, which confirmed his suspicion.

"What did one wolf say to the other?" Spider-man asked, hopping into the room.

Hendrix didn't answer. He just growled a little under his breath, watching the machine.

"Howl's it going!"

Hendrix snapped, growling at the boy.

"Wait wait, I got more," Spider-man pranced around the room like he was nothing. But he was so much more powerful than that, at least he felt he was… "What did the wolf say when someone stepped on his foot?"

"ONE MORE MINUTE"

He tried to ignore Spider-man but he could just feel his presence all around him. He lurked behind him as he cracked mocking jokes. "Aoooooooooooooooowww!" He howled.

A roar erupted from his throat and he whipped around, dropping a claw to Spider-man. But he was already on the ceiling, perched their so effortlessly. Spider-man was ruining his plan. He was ruining everything.

"I can go forever man, I got all night," He shrugged.

"SERUM COMPLETE." The machine beeped, and he went to grab the tray of serum. He could probably carry all 3 and there were 15 serum's in each tray.

"Oh no you don't," Spider-man objected.

He felt his arm resist, but he wasn't controlling it. A stucky substance surrounded his arm, and he turned to see Spider-man shoot another sticky web at his feet.

If it weren't for his claws, he wouldn't be able to escape this situation. He ripped the web around his feet, and the one from his hand. Another one reappeared, tying his two wrists together like cuffs. Spider-man dropped to the floor with graced, and skipped over to Hendrix.

"I'll take this, thank you very much." He grabbed a tray of the blue serum, and started for the doors.

Hendrix managed to rip through the webbing and he sprinted over to Spider-man, grabbing his ankle and dragging him against the white tiled floor

The tray of elixir smashed, blue liquid running everywhere.

"NOOO!" He screamed, trying to pile it together.

The cops were here now, and he would have to take just the two trays. He would come back for more later, or find some way to replicate it.

He grabbed the trays, hopped oer Spider-man, and sprinted down the stairs.

He was fast, but Spider-man was much, much faster. He webbed down the stairs, sticking to the ceiling and the wall like some sort of acrobat.

Serum's fell, smashing as he went down each flight of stairs.
Spider-man tried to shoot webs at the tray, but his grasp was too tight on it. HE managed to swing one or two off everytime he attached a web to it though.

The alarms blared through his ears. It was so loud, it almost made him wish he was death again. When he made it to the tenth floor, he was stuck in a hard rock. Down another three flights were the police, behind him was Spider-man.

He took a chance and shoulder-checked the nearest door, bursting onto the tenth floor. The janitor was there, looking as if he was just clearing up the last of this floor.

He moved out of Dr. Hendrix's way as he sprinted to the nearest window. He smashed it with his half-transitioned arm, and leapt out the window injecting himself with the serum as he fell.

By the time he reached the ground, he was strong enough to live through the pain of the impact. It was still hurtful, but bearable. He felt himself transform. His clothes teared, his face contorted, and he ran, feeling his legs strengthen with every step.

Hair burst from every open crevasse of epidermis.

He felt powerful.

He had longed for this feeling, missing it for the past two days. He felt amazing, replenished, euphoric, reborn.

It was good to be back.

He was sprinting faster probably quicker than any other time in his life. There was no possible way Spider-man could catch up.

He took a quick glance back to make sure, and sure enough, nothing was there except the blaring of alarms, police lights, and a small crowd that had formed even this late at night.

When he got back to his base camp, the abandoned partment, hedropped the tray, counting the remainder of serum's.

17.

That's all he had left.

No thanks to Spider-man.

Spider-man would pay for this. Everyone would pay. Everyone who got in his way, that is.

On the bright side, he still had David Taylor's papers. He would have to dig, do some researching. He was going to find a way to take him down, and Oscorp. This was it. This was the end of Oscorp and every employee in that building. He was fueled with hatred at this company because of what they had done. They had killed his sister over human-testing. His own sister. And it was time for revenge because he now had the power to do so.

He would even go after Norman Osborn's son, Harry Osborn, , the possessor of Oscorp, if he had to.

But first, he would have to take down Spider-man. And if that meant killing him, so be it.

He had a team behind him. A whole pack. They would do whatever he said.

Spider-man was no good.

Max Dillon may have not been able to take down Spider-man, but Jonathon Hendrix certainly could.

It felt so good to have Sam back in my arms. A wounded, petrified Sam, but it was Sam. I hugged her, not wanting to let her go. It was a terrifying night, and I felt so bad for her because she was in the middle of it all.

She just sobbed on my shoulder, as I clutched her tight, watching my parents observe us over her shoulder.

I was surprised when Spider-man walked out of the building behind Sam. He pointed towards me, leading her in the right direction, but he didn't follow her. He didn't even walk over to say 'Hi', or fake something in front of Sam and say, 'Is this your sister? She's safe now' or something like that to me. Instead, he jumped in the air, slung a web to the side of a building, and swung off into the night.

I had to shake it off, like I usually did, more so now because he was dressed as his alter ego.

I winced as Sam clung to me, due to my bruised shoulder, but withstood the pain for the sake of my best friend.

When we got home at 3:00 am, via my parent's car, we went straight to bed.

I was so ready for bed, but by the time my head hit the pillow, I couldn't find the will to sleep. Instead, I lay there, staring at my blank, white ceiling.

The texture of it made me ponder. I made shapes in my mind, like someone would do in the daytime with clouds.

I had just seen a flower, when suddenly the ceiling contorted, transforming and swirling into a familiar, but dreadful shape.

It was the eyes, the red eyes. They stared back at me, piercing into my soul. This was impossible… How was I seeing this? I must have been high or something.

A mouth started to manifest, and then a nose. The lips of the mouth snarled upward.

When the lips opened, dagger-like teeth were revealed.

The teeth lunged for me, and I let out a blood-curdling scream.

A/N: I'm so sorry for the long update! But your reviews are still making my day. They are the only thing that keeps me writing, like I say every time. I just want you guys to know how much they mean to me! Please keep them up. I apologize for the extremely choppy and probably horribly grammatical written chapter. I had a huge case of writers block but wanted to get this update to you guys asap. I might end up rewriting it but for now, enjoy. Thanks for reading and reviewing :)