I made it back to my room a few minutes later. Philip, Simon, and Gwen were asleep when I got back. I still find it hard to believe that I was able to win over such a fantastic person, even after 8 years, Gwen still amazes me every day. Even after all the crap we've been through, she still looks as beautiful as the day I first laid eyes on her. She looked like she hasn't aged a day over the passed 8 years, Gwen says that I haven't either, but you know you're getting older when you find a grey hair on your scalp.
"Don't be such a baby." she would always say when I'd bring it up "you're 29, not 60."
"Did the doctors have any news?" Gwen asked in a groggy voice as I got in the bed
"Not much." I replied "But Dr. Warren wants to see us in the morning."
"He better have some good news." she replied, going back to sleep
"He's gonna be okay, Gwen, trust me." I whispered to her
"I hope so, Pete, I really hope so." Gwen replied, choking back tears. She laid her head on my chest, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next day...
Dr. Miles Warren was one of OSCORP's top BIologists, he was actually close friends with my father before he died, they were roommates at NYU for 3 years. He actually helped him create the equation that led to the decay-rate algorithm (which, of course, accidentally led to the cross-species virus).
Philip and Simon waited in the med-bay in-case there was any news with George, they've hardly been out of our room since we got on the ship, but at least it has a tv in it, as well as a DVD player.
Gwen and I met with Harry and Eddie in the cafiteria to get some breakfast before we met with Dr. Warren. Harry and I tried to hide the fight we had last night, but I know it was unsuccessful due to the fact that Harry and I hardly talked to each other the entire time.
I guess today was a big day, Warren and his team were running further tests on "venom" today, mostly just trying to find out its vulnerabilities so that we might have a chance at stoping it before this gets any worse.
The symbiote was locked in a glass cube when we got to Warren, it wasn't standing up this time, it simply lied on the floor of its prison, covering the cube with a black puddle.
"Alright, listen up." Dr. Warren ordered, trying to sound as direct as possible, while all of us were taking our seats
Suddenly, the creature's head rose up and looked right at Harry. He froze as the creature examined him, all the while, Harry's face was becoming more and more pale.
Then, the creature started looking at me. I tried not to look directly into it, but it's like it's eyes were made out of magnets. As I began to look more directly into its eyes, I started seeing random images, they came so fast that I couldn't tell what they were. But eventually they started slowing down, but when they did, I'd start feeling nearly unbearable shooting pains in my chest, throat, head, as well as a series of high pitched screams. I finally realized what these images were: they were all of the people I let die. It was like I was seeing them die over and over again, and I was feeling what they felt.
Uncle Ben, aunt May, Gwen's parents, as well as Mary Jane were all screaming, screaming in agony, screaming with rage, screaming of hatred, and it was all at me. Then suddenly all of this was suddenly silenced, and there was nothing but darkness. Abruptly, I began to hear his voice:
"YOU LET THEM DIE, YOU LET THEM SUFFER! I KNOW WHAT HAUNTS YOU, I KNOW WHAT BRINGS FORTH YOUR NIGHTMARES, I KNOW WHAT BRINGS YOU PAIN. I CAN HELP YOU BE RID OF THIS PAIN, ALL OF IT, JOIN ME AND YOU'LL NEVER FEEL PAIN AGAIN!"
Part of me was actually considering his offer, I tried to fight it, tell it that I won't be it's slave, but it just kept pulling me closer and closer. Just before I could get up and walk over to it, I suddenly felt a warm hand on my shoulder.
"Peter, are you alright?" Gwen asked in a concerned tone
"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied calmly, while sitting back down
I realized that what I thought was hours of psychological torture was actually 10 seconds, I can't even imagine what would've happened had I actually been hypnotized like that for a few hours.
Dr. Warren began his presentation by talking about how the creature was extremely sensitive to noise: it wouldn't kill it but at least it would make it weaker and more vulnerable, it can't stand heat: a warm area would make it move slower but a flame would cas it to boil over and die.
The creature was a shape shifter, it could easily conceal itself within its human host if it's attached to one long enough, possibly even to where a human wouldn't look infected at all. The creature could also expand and retract its limbs, as well as creating spikes on its back and blades on it's wrists.
"Peter, come with me, I want to show you something." Eddie requested
He then led me down to the engineering deck, which contained a large furnace. But eventually he led me to a secret room that was hidden within a steel wall. Once we walked in, all the lights in the room quickly turned on one by one, lighting the way to a large silver box shaped like an ice chest that you'd hide a dead body in.
"Why did you bring me down hear, what did you want to show me?" I asked
He then turned toward the chest, dialed in a small combination, and opened it.
"This" he answered, signaling me to walk over to him
"What is this?" I asked
"It's your new suit." he replied with a smerk
The suit was a lot similar to the suit I used when I had to deal with the second cross-species outbreak, but with a few significant changes: the suit was more bulky, adding an extra layer in case I get shot again, although, this ment that I'd be less flexible, the red and blue patterns were a lot darker, there were four diffrent pouches, not including the ones on the belt, one on each arm and leg, in order to store my web cartridges as well as incendiary grenades. The suit was suprisingly light even though it had all of this extra equipment.
Suddenly, we herd an announcement on the intercom: "Attention, attention, we are under attack! I repeat, we are under attack! The infected have reached the ship, this is NOT a drill,"