Death Fury: Once again, thank you.

Chapter 1-3

A good day to start the morning as a janitor was with a clean floor. But what the janitor at Midtown High hated was getting stuck on one cleanup job. Yesterday, someone had vomited in the hallway and the vomit had dried to the point that it was too sticky to clean in one go. He had to make a zone for the kids to walk around to so he could clean up in peace but even so, he did not like the fact that he looked incompetent. He had been a janitor here for a few years, had done a good job and to see him fail so miserably in cleaning up a little spot pissed him off.

It could be worse; at least after twelve hours or so, the vomit slowly began to fade away and made it easier for him to clean up.

Finally, with the mess now cleaned up, he retired to his quarters and waited for whatever mess was to come.

David's eyes shot open, his hibernation coming to an end. David the Demon was now slowly sitting up to avoid making himself dizzy. He gave his muscles time to regain their memory and function before he threw his legs over the bed and jumped out, suddenly feeling a burst of energy. He also realized that when he jumped to the ground, he made a loud thud that was probably loud enough to wake up anybody downstairs.

Guess I woke up all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

He stands in front of the mirror to see if his face is still pale.

Holy shit.

Something was different, namely, he now had a six-pack.

But if having a six-pack is wrong, I don't want to be right.

He double-checked to make sure his eyes weren't fooling him like a sleazy telemarketer.

I go from being as pale as a ghost to a muscular wrestler overnight.

David touches his newly acquired six-pack, poking at each one to make sure they were authentic. He flexes and watches his muscles protrude from his arms. He makes several muscular gestures before he drops himself to the ground in a push-up position. He does several push-ups with ease, each one easier than the last. He switches things up by doing them with one hand and the result is the same, if not better.

How did this happen? Is this some sort of a new side-effect from that spider bite?

When he stands up straight, he jumps a little in excitement. He calms himself down but continues to stare at himself in the mirror.

His alarm clock went off, indicating that it was seven o'clock.

That's right, I forgot to set my alarm clock to go off at eight-thirty since today is Wednesday and it's a half-day.

He didn't just hit the snooze button, he slapped it with a fair amount of force that the screen cracked.

Wow, didn't realize I was THAT strong.

He turned away from the clock before he stared at himself again in the mirror.

Is this happening? Last night, I missed an appetite and free soda but in return, I received a muscular body overnight. I don't believe in God so He didn't do this. That spider that bit me, that little rodent, could that have been the cause of my new self? I'm muscular and all but if a spider biting me caused this then why hasn't it happened to other people? Maybe I'm just special or I got lucky. I got lucky with spider steroids.

There were so many things that he wanted to do at the moment. He didn't know what a person who suddenly became muscular overnight should do. The only thing he could do right now was flex and imagine Felicia standing behind him and touching his arms.

If Felicia saw my guns then she'll fall head over heels for me. If I win an arm wrestling contest against the toughest kid in school then she'll be over me like a dog. Maybe I was a little premature in killing that spider. All it did was bite me and give me THIS!

Then again, that's only assuming that the spider was responsible. For all I know, I could've gotten amnesia recently and my memories are returning.

There was still time to spare. He had an hour to get to school on a half-day so to get things out of the way first, he changes into his clothes for the day but what captures his eye is what he sees out the window. Cindy in the room across the street got dressed, forgetting that the curtains were open.

Oh man, she's no Felicia but she's got a curvy body.

She dropped her robe.

Man...I'm the luckiest man in the world. I'm drooling over here.

He realized something.

Holy shit, I can see more details? It's like I have 4K or 8K vision; I can see the tiny details in her dress and in her room. And... she's not wearing a bra. Man, I love these spider side effects already.

Another thing that David found himself drooling over was the fact that he was hungry. He always loved a good meal and his father did make pork chop last night and he missed out on it. He decided to satisfy his craving and go downstairs to get some breakfast himself.

He leaped down the stairs in one jump and jogged to the fridge. He dug in for a plate with plastic foil and took out the two-liter with what little Ginger Ale remained. He wolfed down the cold pork chop and chugged down the Ginger Ale like beer.

And the taste, I can taste more flavors in the food and drinks.

His ears pick up something from upstairs, the sound of a door closing.

And I can hear better. It's like that spider enhanced all my senses.

He pauses in his eating.

But why do I keep defaulting to this spider-bite giving me enhanced senses? It's just not rational. When a spider bites you, it's either to cause you pain or inject venom. This spider CLEARLY injected some kinda venom into me given that I was sick but it's the only thing I can think of.

"David," a voice called from upstairs, "what is going on down there?"

David spotted his mother walking down the stairs and he smiled at her when she spotted him standing over the counter devouring his prey.

"Nothing, just having dinner for breakfast." He finished up his pork chop. "Damn, Dad's cooking is delicious. Can you ask him if he can make my food every day?"

Misa looked at her son with a suspicious look. She eyed him head to toe, trying to figure out what was wrong with him. "Are you okay?"

David finished his soda. "Yeah, why?"

"Because last night, you were as pale as a ghost and now, you're all happy and jittery."

He shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe being as sick as a plague victim taught me to appreciate life and to enjoy Dad's home cooking."

Misa went up to her son and touched his head. "You don't have a fever or anything. Are you sure you're okay?

Man, I told her I was okay and she kept on asking about my health.

"I told you I'm fine, Mom." He put his plate in the trash and cup in the sink. "I'm going to head out now."

David runs out the door fully pumped to test out his new body.

I'll test out my strength before flashing myself to Felicia, that way, she'll get the whole picture.

David freezes in place.

Man, I'm glad I didn't say that aloud because I would be painted as a pervert and everyone would be looking at me weirdly. That's another thing I don't want to be labeled as; a pervert. A pervert could potentially lead to a registered sex offender and I do NOT need THAT on my record; it would be harder to get hot ones.

With the burst of strength that he still had within him combined with his sudden burst of positive energy, he runs for it. He sprints as fast as he can to get from his house to the end of the street in less than a few seconds. He stopped only at a stop sign as a way to respect society's rules and he took the moment to make his analysis.

I can run approximately three blocks without tiring. Not only did this spider increase my strength but it also upped my stamina. I wonder how fast I can run.

He looked behind him and just in time, there was a car that slowed at the stop sign but did not completely stop.

There are four kinds of people in this world. The innocent people, the people who need to be saved, the guilty, and the ones who need to be put down.

The car took off but David sprinted with all his might. The speed limit was twenty-five miles but not even the car was adhering to this rule like it wanted to say 'Fuck You' to the rules of the law.

Because that car did not adhere to the rules, the driver is, therefore, guilty. But I don't care, honestly.

The car sensed that David was racing him and picked up speed. The more speed it picked up, the faster David went. Neither competitor was going to give up.

Not David.

Not the car...except when it heard a police siren behind him.

David finally slows to a stop and he sighs heavily. He puts his hand on his heart and feels it pumping.

All humans have an innate sense of justice. I initially scoffed at this idea until I remembered that justice is purely subjective. I guess non-human creatures like David the Deranged can't escape from innate traits.

Midtown High

David Dante had suffered through boring school days but Wednesday Half-Days were always fun. School starts at nine-thirty and ends at eleven-thirty. Six classes in two hours and school ended with lunch. Days like this didn't come often and normally, the Wednesday schedule was from nine-thirty to one-thirty.

David sat by himself at his usual table with the same lunch and he waited for Eddie. When he noticed his 'friend', he did the polite thing and pulled a chair out for him.

"How's life been for you?" Eddie asked.

"Life has been very kind to me, thank you for asking."

"You look different today," Eddie noted. "You look somewhat buffer than usual."

Sharp eye, Eddie.

David's head rotated towards Eddie's like a robot. "Are you talking to me?" He looks behind him as if he was looking for an invisible ghost. His eyes settled on Eddie once more. "I'm the only one here so you must be talking to me."

Eddie chuckled. "What happened to you? Did you join a gym and get muscles overnight? Think I can become a member of that gym?"

David shrugged and put his feet on the table. "I don't know, it's pretty exclusive but I think I can put in a good word for you."

"Thank you, that would be nice." Eddie laughed before getting serious. "Seriously though, I didn't know you started working out."

You also don't know what's going on inside my head, Eddie.

"I have been working out lately," he insisted, "been getting in shape."

"For Felicia, perhaps?"

Oh yeah, this spider bit me for the sole purpose of Felicia. I'm going to go find her right now.

David scoffs. "Since when did everything I do suddenly have to involve Felicia? Man, you need to understand that I am a complex kid; I am not a one-trick pony. I could say the exact same thing about you and dear Anne. 'Oh, you started working out, was it for Anne?' 'Hey, nice pink shirt, did you buy it for Anne or are you getting in touch with your feminine side?'"

"I'm sorry." Eddie held his hands up. "Knee-jerk reaction.

"Any other person and I wouldn't have forgiven you said that it was indeed a knee-jerk reaction." David put his feet down. "If you want that blonde Anne to fall for you, I suggest working out. Sign up for weightlifting in the school."

"I'll consider it but I don't think Anne is into those muscular buff guys."

"Even so, it's good to get in shape; prolongs your lifespan and whatnot. Even if it doesn't attract Anne, it'll attract some girls who have that fetish for the big arms."

David finished his meal before grabbing his unzipped backpack to meet up with Felicia.

"And I'm all alone again," Eddie said to himself. It was like this every time he mentioned Felicia around David. Whenever he says her name, David gets up and leaves as he must meet her. At least he could finish his meal in peace.

Just as Eddie was about to get up, he saw Anne walk across the table in front of him. He suddenly felt his heart rush and he smiled slightly. He blushed when Anne spotted him.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked, gesturing to David's chair.

"Y-yes, you can sit here," Eddie stuttered. "This chair is your chair...even though it belongs to the school, you are a student so you're permitted to sit here-" he shut himself up because he was just making an embarrassment of himself.

"Thank you," Anne said shyly as she took her seat. "Why are you so nice to me, Eddie."

"I'm a nice person by nature; Mom taught me how to be a nice person."

"And I think she did a wonderful job."

Eddie blushed even more, if possible

"Eddie, do you like fish sticks?" He nodded. "I can't eat fish."

"Of course," Eddie took her fish sticks. "I'm not a fan of fish either." If only he knew what he said while subconsciously taking a bite of fish sticks. "I like chocolate."

"Hopefully they'll have chocolate next time."

David Dante walked to the second-floor cafeteria where he knew that Felicia always ate lunch. He knew where she always sat and which group of friends she sat with. He raced up the stairs but something made him freeze at the two steps at the top.

What's this nagging feeling in the back of my skull?

He touched the back of his head.

It feels like I'm being told that something is behind me. It feels like there is someone with a football throwing it forward and up the stairs. It feels like the football was aiming for me and is flying toward the back of my skull. Just to prove this feeling wrong, I'll just stick my hand out behind me and catch it.

David looks at his right hand extended out behind him and gasps at the football that he caught mid-air.

"I'M SORRY," a jockey yelled, "I MEANT TO THROW IT AT MY FRIEND, BUDDY!"

David saw the other jock at the top of the stairs. David shook his head.

As loud as Trevor is, he's innocent-innocent.

David tosses the ball back before continuing with his mission. He walked into the cafeteria and didn't have to stop to spot Felicia's table. He walked over to her, running a hand through his dark brown hair.

Oh no, the feeling is back. I think I'm going to slip on something. Like, right now.

David slips on spilled chocolate milk. Without thinking, he frontflips instinctively into a crouching position.

That feeling, it's like something is still coming at me but from above.

David looks up and sees a large textbook in the air.

I didn't zip up my backpack, that textbook flew out of my bag when I did a front flip.

He lunges and catches the book with one hand.

Not only has my physical strength increased but I have enhanced reflexes, and some kinda danger radar. The football, the chocolate milk, the textbook, I can sense things attacking me from all directions.

"Nice reflexes," a voice said in front of David.

David's eyes drift upward to the source of the voice.

Felicia…

"Please, I just got lucky," David spoke with a prideful smile. He set the textbook on the table beside him.

"Yeah… lucky. Because luck doesn't involve insane acrobatic moves."

"Are you any better with acrobatics?"

"I'm quite flexible."

David's eyes widen.

Oh, are you? If she can touch her shoulders with her feet...

"Well, you are a woman and women tend to have less muscle mass than men. Basic biology and all that shit."

"I understand biology; I took sex-ed."

"And so have I." David smiles leerily. "I learned some very interesting things from that class."

"And so have I."

She snatches a plastic fork off a kid's tray when the boy isn't looking and slips it into her breast pocket. "Did you come up to the second floor just to see me?" She asked in a somewhat sassy voice.

"Well, that first floor was being contaminated with Allan, Robert, and Oliver's presence so I thought I'd come up here. Don't flatter yourself that you just happened to be up here as well."

"How are you feeling?"

"Much better. Thank you."

Felicia tilted her head, studying him. "You look different today."

David raised his brows. "Do I?"

"You look muscular today; been hitting those steroids?"

"Steroids are for losers," he shrugged with a chuckle. He rolled up his sleeve to flex some of his muscles. "This is pure muscle."

She scoffed. "I'm not seeing it because when I carried you to the nurse's office, you were as light as a feather." She leans forward with a smile. "Do you have pads under your sleeves? It's okay; I'll only tell a handful of people."

"Sounds like someone is jealous." David rolled his eyes. "You should start working out too, Party-Hardy. Push-ups, cardio, protein-"

"I'm flexible, remember? I take gymnastics." Felicia looks away, staring at something else. "Number one in class. I'm also a black belt in Karate, Aikido..."

David laughed. "Good, I like a girl who can keep up with me."

"I don't think you can keep up with me, Davey. We'll see though." She turned and walked away.

She seemed less on guard this time around, which means she's starting to open up to me. That's nice. Open up to me so it makes me catfishing you easier.

The tingling feeling in the back of his head returned.

What's this? A couple of boys armed with knives are approaching some companions from down below.

How do I know this? The physical strength, the speed, the reflexes, and maybe even the stamina, could all be explained as a side-effect of the venom from that spider but knowing what's going on in all directions is something else entirely.

"Hello there," Allan said as he and his posse approached Eddie and Anne from behind. "I was wondering what was going on here, looks like Eddie found a whore to play. And here I was thinking you were a queer."

Anne looked down at her shoes before shakily looking up at them. "Don't talk to Eddie and I like that."

"Why shouldn't I?" he sneered. "If Eddie can't stand up for himself, then it's only going to get worse for him."

"Stay out of this, buddy," Eddie snapped, "I'm trying to enjoy my meal here."

"You mean her?" Oliver pointed to Anne. "Anne, has he touched your tits by any chance?"

"That's crossing the line," Eddie spoke, fury rising in his voice every second, "get out of my face."

"Make me," Oliver challenged.

A trash can fell on top of the three teenagers and they fell to the ground.

David leaned over the balcony and smiled.

Looks like Eddie owes me one. I'll hold it to him that he and Anne owe me a favor.

Milk had spilled out from the trash can and covered them in chocolate milk. The teenagers picked themselves up, cringing at their ruined clothes. They looked up at the balcony from the source of the attack and saw David. All three of them glared at David, their mischievous looks replaced with faces that wanted to cause someone pain.

David was once again saved by the bell.

David waved goodbye to Eddie and Anne before he ran off. School had been over quicker than expected and he was grateful. On half-days like this, he usually walked home from school instead of taking the bus and he wanted to test more of his strength.

He ran out of the school as fast as he could and he began a short jog home. After a few minutes of jogging home, there came that feeling once again.

It's that feeling again, my danger radar. Right now, it feels like I'm surrounded. In front of me, somebody was waiting for me in the alleyway, and behind me, there were two culprits but all three were armed with knives. I may be wrong but one of them is walking out of the alleyway with a knife behind his back and someone from behind is throwing a knife skillfully at the back of my skull. I guess I should trust my instinct...and duck.

David ducks and the knife flies over his head. It flies over his head and impales into the chest of the culprit walking out of the alleyway.

The culprit was Oliver and he gasped in pain from the knife in his chest. His eyes were wide in fear as he realized that it was going to happen.

"Oliver," Allan and Robert shouted as they ran past David to check on their deceased friend. After realizing that their friend was dead they glared at David with pure hate in their eyes.

"You killed Oliver," Allan declared.

"You're the one who threw the knife," David said without any emotion in his voice.

"You asshole," Robert sneered.

"Takes two to know one," David said.

Allan took Robert's knife since Allan's knife was the one in Oliver's chest.

"I'm going to slice you in two," Allan said.

"I'm going to have to decline, I like myself whole. But I'll be happy to do the deed to you for you."

Allan rushed at David with the knife. He swings it left and right with failure at each attempt. David wasn't even trying, he was letting his danger radar do its work and his body naturally dodged.

David saw one particular punch from the unarmed hand come from him and he watched it fly towards him in slow motion. He moved out of the way.

What is going on? What is happening right now is not natural. Even if my strength increased by the spider and I gained some kind of danger radar, what's happening right now is not natural. Something is incredibly different.

His senses went off once more.

My danger radar is going off again. Someone is charging from behind me while I am dodging Allan. He is charging at me with all his might and is about to hit me unless I jump right...now!

David backflips high into the air and over the charging Robert. The teenager didn't have time to stop himself from running into the street. He didn't get hit by a car but a truck passed him and he was hit by the side-view mirror and his neck snapped. He dropped to the floor and let out a long sigh, his last sigh.

"What have you done?" Allan screamed. "You killed my friend! I'm going to kill you, David."

He charges at David with the full intent of killing him.

David saw the hate and anger that completely took over Allan. He didn't want to kill Allan because if he did, the police could arrest him. But he could get a good lawyer and argue self-defense but even this was questionable.

He caught both Allan's throat and knife with both hands.

"Calm down," David reasoned. "None of this is worth it. Get over it. Go back to bullying toddlers; you're outmatched here, punk."

Allan's face froze in place.

David was initially confused until he heard a snap that sounded like a twig breaking. Then it hit him.

Oh shit, I crush his neck. I. Crushed. His. Neck.

David drops Allan's corpse to the ground and looks at his hands in shock.

What's happening to me is not natural. I can accept the muscles and whatnot but everything else is strange. The danger radar, the reflexes, the abnormal strength to strangle someone without noticing, something is going on. I have to experiment with my body to see if that spider did do something to me.

But, first things first, I gotta cover this up, and make it look like I wasn't involved. They could pull DNA off of Allan's neck to tie to me but if I make it look like the three boys fought and Oliver took a bite out of Allan's throat, then I should be clear.

Okay then, time to get to work in crafting a crime scene.

He suddenly realized he was somehow aware of the fact that there were no cameras or eyewitnesses in the area.

Alleyway

David Dante ran across the street and into an alleyway. Once he was sure the coast was clear, he hid behind a dumpster.

That spider did something to me and if I figured out what spider bit, it would be easier.

He thought back to the job fair.

I was bitten at the job fair and there was a job that brought spiders of some kind for a presentation. If what I hear about ESU is true then one of those spiders must've been genetically engineered or something. After I got bit, that spider transferred its powers onto me.

He looked at his hands.

I don't believe in that supernatural mumble-jumble but the abnormal strength and the sixth sense, something happening to me that is not unprecedented. If what had truly bitten me had been a super spider, then there's no doubt I have the powers of a spider. In those Marvel comics published by Stan Lee, Hulk became superhuman by being exposed to gamma radiation. Ant-Man has a suit, Thor is a Norse god, and Captain America... is just a kid from Brooklyn.

There was a dislodged brick at his feet. He carefully put his fingers on the brick and lifted it like it was nothing off the ground. David marvels at the sight, awestruck by the fact he picked up a brick with his fingertips alone. He grabs the brick and slowly removes his fingertips from the brick.

Well, my fingers can stick to this brick like nothing. Maybe I do have spider powers. Only one way to find out.

He looks at the wall behind him. He takes a deep breath before putting his hands on the wall and begins lifting himself up.

What? Am I actually climbing up the wall? Has my theory been proven and I gained spider-like powers from Mr. Super-Spider?

Then he slipped and fell on his shoulder.

He groaned in pain and hissed.

Okay, maybe my theory has been disproven. Man, I got myself hyped for nothing. I thought I had developed spider-like abilities but no, everything had been a letdown. Maybe my spider powers are limited only to my super strength and my danger radar. It sucks...but then again, I did climb up the wall for a brief second so what made me fall?

He looks down at his shoes and realizes the problems.

I can't climb the wall with my shoes on.

He removes his shoes and stuffs them in his backpack. He stands at the wall one more time.

He presses his fingers against the wall and pulls himself up this time. This time, he rose higher off the ground than his previous attempt. As soon as he realized what was happening, his eyes went wide.

Oh my god, I'm climbing the wall…

David climbed up the wall a few more meters just for the hell of it and when he reached fifty feet above the ground, he stooped and looked down with an open mouth.

I climbed the wall. I. Climbed. The. Wall.

David begins speed-crawling up the wall until he makes it to the very top. He lunges to the center of the roof before looking around him. He moves over to the edge and calculates the distance between the roof he is standing on and the roof of the building across from him.

Let's see how far I can jump.

He backs up to the opposite end of the roof before sprinting. he leaps off the edge and flies towards the building thirty feet away. The result was not what he expected, flying thirty feet into the air and almost losing balance, landing on the roof, and finishing with a somersault.

I jumped thirty feet from one building to another. So I can climb and I have a super-jump. I can jump thirty feet in length but how high can I jump?

Without thinking, he races to the edge and jumps for a tall neighboring building. Just as he was falling, he calculated the height as thirty feet.

Thirty feet in length and height is my maximum jumping limit.

He somersaulted over to the edge. He nearly went over before he caught himself in a handstand.

"Holy shit," he muttered, "I didn't even think to do that and I did?"

It appears I have good instincts and agility as well.

He did a handstand on his two index fingers.

Aw man, why wasn't I born with this super-strength?

David puts himself down and perches down on the ledge.

If I really am a spider-man, then I would need one thing to completely be a spider. A spider isn't known for crawling on the walls: It's the webs.

David looks down at his hands to spot any web-spinning organs. He found none and began rolling up his sleeves to find the same result.

Huh, being able to crawl and jump isn't what makes a spider. Can I shoot webs?

He felt a rumble in his stomach.

I would rather shoot webs from my mouth instead of my ass because that would be one hell of a hassle.

He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out.

If I could shoot webs from my mouth, how would I activate it? I remember from yesterday when I threw up, my vomit was white like a spider's web. And later, when I came to school, I noticed that the janitor was just barely finishing cleaning up my vomit. So… does that mean I vomit webs?

He shrugs when he thinks of the idea. "I guess it's worth a shot." He inserts two fingers into his mouth. He closed his mouth as he felt bile coming up before his mouth erupted open and a silky white substance shot from his mouth and flew off into the distance, disappearing.

David's eyes widened, a smile gracing his face. He put his fingers in his mouth once more but stopped himself. His eyes roam over the city to see what he could find to swing on. his eyes dart around until they land on a building across from him. It was a taller building than the one he was perched on. He figured it would do.

He made himself gag and shoot the web at the building. When it made contact, he yanked the web out of his mouth and slowly stood up.

So I can shoot webs from my mouth by making myself gag. Not only that, but my hand-eye, or rather, I guess in this case, mouth-eye coordination has improved elevenfold.

Before he does anything else, he reaches into his backpack, takes out a rag, and uses it as an impromptu face mask with a hole for his mouth to breathe. He skitters towards the edge until he goes over. His arms would've been ripped out of his sockets had it not been for his super-strength as he swung across the block.

I did not think this through.

Before he reached the end of his swing, he made himself gag once more and shot a web at another building. He quickly ripped it out of his mouth and swung once more. He did the same thing once more for the third time. When he made it to his fourth swing, he shot the web at a crane and he did the unthinkable and performed a loop-de-loop over the crane, swinging up into the air and tucking his knees to his chest and he backflips through the air.

I think I'm going to like these powers.

He landed on a roof, underestimating the impact, and fell through and landed in an indoor pool.

Well, shit.