Sorry about last week guys. I just logged in and realized that I screwed up big time. I reposted the same chapter saying it was the same one, so to make up for it, I'll be releasing two chpaters this week. Sorry, again.
"So why do we have her chained up?" Catherine asked as she looked at the small monitor that had a camera focused on Reaver's latest victim.
"We need her to work on the cure for us. We also need a host. She has a unique ability, a metagene in her that allows for sonic generation. I would've chosen The White Tiger, but Powerman got in my way," Peter said calmly as the suit turned into a nice suit.
He looked like a fancy business man who was on his way to a meeting. Not a visit to a victim.
"How do we look?" he asked her.
"Uh...you look. Fine. You look good," she blushed.
"Good, we have an audience to entertain."
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"Why do you have me here?" Amalia croaked weakly.
"Just for the shits and giggles," Peter rolled his eyes.
Amalia's head hung, she was unable to lift it to look at her captor. She'd been in this stance for the majority of the week. Her shoulders were already numb and useless. Any movement caused her immense pain and discomfort. Her mouth was parched from the lack of proper hydration. The only chance she got at water was when her captors didn't want her to die.
"Who are you?"
"We are the thing that you captured. Granted, you didn't do so for a week. But we hold grudges. Bad ones."
Amalia's skin was filthy. She was covered in dirt from that fell from the ceiling every time a train passed above in the subway. Her clothes were equally as filthy, covered in mud, dust, dirt, and some blood. She itched all over from the filth.
"My father will find me, and when he does. You'll be facing the Avengers," she whispered.
"True. But we say to that. Bring it on. Besides, we think he's a bit busy with the fugitive, Luke Cage," Peter shot back.
He went over to the bottom of Amalia's chains. He raised his hand and a thick strand of goo shot at her. It dissolved the metal chains that kept her in place and slowly lowered her to the ground. She collapsed into a tired heap. Her breathing was heavy.
"Humans are so weak," Peter sneered.
Amalia just whimpered as he picked her up by the hair.
"You're beautiful. Your looks and your brain are the only things stopping me from eating you right now. Though, nothing stops me from having my way with you," his laugh and comment deeply unsettle Amalia, though there was nothing that she could do to defend herself from him.
She whimpered and flinched from the slimy touch of a tentacle that threatened to climb up her chest. But it quickly withdrew. A tear escaped from her as the nightmare was going to begin.
"Luckily for you, I'm not one of those freaks. It's not my way. However, I will be invading your body. For my own purposes. You see, like I told your friend, Connors, I need a host to develop new abilities. Without them, I'm tied to my standard webs and wall crawling abilities. I can activate your meta gene. And you can be my weapon." Amalia opened her eyes to see her captor's face for the first time. He looked like Peter Parker.
"Of course, he's your genetic template. You'll look like your father no matter what. But, I don't get the scar. You should look exactly like him, frozen in time."
"There's a lot more to me than you know, Amalia Stacy."
Reaver's form liquified and quickly surrounded her. She could feel her mind and body being taken over by the symbiote. It was a strange sensation. It strengthened her, yet subjected her to being a slave.
The feeling was intoxicating.
"The feeling is awesome. Isn't it?" Reaver chuckled. It feels strange, wonderful even. This should be studied. Oh my god.
Amalia began to be bombarded by memories of all the events prior to all this. The bonding process had begun. Soon, she would be part of them, but not as bonded as Peter and the symbiote. No, she would act as a spy to them. And to work like that, she would have to go extended periods of time without the symbiote.
You're Spiderman?
"No. Spiderman is dead. We are Reaver now."
Reaver quickly unravelled himself and came off of her. Amalia stood dazed at what had happened. She was back to her dirtied and starved version of herself again. Her body ached and yearned for the power again. She wanted to be whole. She wanted to have the power returned to her. She didn't want to feel weak anymore.
"Please! Take me back!" she collapsed on her knees and started begging for the villain to return to her.
The symbiote quickly disappeared turning back into clothes and letting Peter stand there as himself.
She's pathetic. Humans are weak creatures.
But we need her. She's essential to our plan.
No. No she isn't. We can do this ourselves.
No. We can't. This requires her meta gene.
But we do not associate with humans without necessity.
This IS a necessity.
Peter looked at Amalia who was now sobbing on the floor. She was broken. Just as they'd planned. With the help of Catherine, they had broken her will and she was now compliant to what they wanted. Anyone that was broken and offered a chance for power would always do anything to keep the power. It was just human nature. It was dark sure, but they didn't care. If there was a way to manipulate others, they would take it.
A tentacle of symbiote slithered out of Peter and snaked around Amalia. She touched it with tears in her eyes. The chance at power was right in front of her. Yet, in a cruel twist, was a million miles away from her reach.
"We knew your sister once. Gwen Stacy right?" Peter crouched in front of her.
"Yes…I remember. You—you were her-her boyfriend. R-right?" she looked at him.
"Yes. You were always away studying, back in middle school. Always being sent to the best schools in the world by your father, Captain George Stacy. We also met your mother. We can see you take after her. In fact, you take a lot after her. More than your sister. You're a natural born mutant. One of the few sets of twins in the world to be born with completely different ethnicities.
"Your DNA holds many mysterious. Some of which we would like to unlock, that is if you want us to help you?" Peter sneered.
"Anything."
He grabbed her hand and helped her to her feet. He brushed the dirty and wavy hair away from her face.
"You are so much like your sister though. You're beautiful and smart. And tough to break," he leaned in and kissed her as the symbiote started to cover him.
Amalia didn't struggle against the kiss.
Sym slowly made its way up Peter and spread onto Amalia as well. As it moved through Peter, he slowly liquidated and became part of Amalia as well until only one person stood in the room.
Amalia blinked. She could feel others inside of her head, offering solutions and actions. Trying to manipulate her body, yet refraining from taking any actions.
She was complete now. And happy regardless of all the lies being fed to her in an effort to indoctrinate and brainwash Amalia. No, not Amalia, it was Shriek.