Chapter 1-5

The three fighters charged for David at once. David stands frozen in place, timing their speed before leaping over their heads. The three hit the yellow ropes and bounce back. David lands behind them and he backflips to the opposite end of the ring.

"I'm over here!" David shouted.

The three charged for him again.

David leaped back and landed on the wall of the cage just before the three can reach them. David jumps off the wall and back into the ring in the center. The three charge for her once more. Instead of jumping over them again, he slips in between their legs in a split position.

"How about coordinating your attacks?" David said smugly. "I mean, why attack me all at once?"

The three fighters took his advice and spread themselves out evenly. They formed a triangle with David in the center.

"I'm standing right here," he said and held his hands out, "Come at me.

The three fighters charged again.

David leaps into the air and grabs the ceiling of the cage.

The fighters stopped when they realized that David suddenly flew up into the air and was holding onto the chain-linked fence above them, doing one-armed pull-ups.

"How did you get up here?" CrowBar shouted.

"I jumped," David said casually.

"Get down here and fight!" SledgeHammer yelled.

"Ooh, so eager to get violent."

If CrowBar is Jewish like his profile said, then I know EXACTLY what to say to get him riled up.

"Hey, CrowBar, that suit of yours looks expensive; I'm sure someone like you appreciates a good value."

CrowBar seethed.

I can't stay up here for too long or I might get disqualified for refusing to fight. I guess I should just it get over with.

He swings his feet forward to do a front flip downward.

His back was turned to CrowBar as the fighter charged.

There it is...that tingling feeling. Some bigshot on steroids is charging at me like an overzealous bull from behind. The only thing I can do...is jump.

David backflips over the charging Crowbar but instead of landing on the ground, he kicks CrowBar in the back with both of his shoes. He sent CrowBar flying towards the yellow rope and he flew through them and hit the cage hard.

SledgeHammer and Iron Maiden ran for David while his back was still turned.

David did a one-eighty and pushed both fighters back and held them in place with his hands placed on their forehead. The fighters were stunned but they didn't let up.

Shit...my danger radar is going off. CrowBar is climbing back into the ring and is coming up from behind. I guess I should slow him down.

David uses both feet to throw both fighters over his head using tomoe nage. The two flighters fly towards CrowBar and they all crash to the ground.

David kips up and faces them with determination.

I think this has gone on long enough. I'm efficient enough in combat and I don't want to waste any time on these clowns.

The first fighter to get back to his feet was Iron Maiden. Iron Maiden charged at David and threw a punch toward his face. David caught the first with one hand and one hand, delivered an uppercut so powerful that it flew into the air for a brief second. Before Iron Maiden can take off and fly out of the ring, he grabs by both feet and body slams him into the ground. David finishes Iron Maiden off by leaping a few feet above the air and piledriving on his stomach. The fighter was put out of commission.

The crowd cheered at David taking down Iron Maiden.

David was still lying on his back when the second fighter was charging for him. David kicks SledgeHammer in the stomach and causes the fighter to fold over in pain. He kicks him in the face. David does a kip-up kick to SledgeHammer's face and drops him on his back. David jumps on his stomach with both feet before backflipping again and punching the recovering CrowBar mid-flip.

He leans over and grabs SledgeHammer by the neck and waist and he uses his physical strength to pick the heavily muscular fighter over his head. Without even breaking a sweat, he throws SledgeHammer out of the ring and the fighter crashes into the wall hard enough to bend the chain.

"That's what I'm talking about," David goaded, "I am God with these powers." He didn't forget where CrowBar was in the fight and he faced him without raising his fists. "You can try yielding but the rules won't help you from getting your ass kicked by me."

CrowBar wasn't going to back down. David could tell by the look on his face.

I wonder if I can use my web-shooters right about now. But then again, I took out the other two without trying so no need to waste artificial spider webs on someone who isn't even worth the trouble.

CrowBar charged one more time.

David leaps over him but this time, he wraps his legs around CrowBar's face and he blinds him with his hands over his eyes.

"Where am I?" David asked as he sat on CrowBar's shoulders with his legs blocking CrowBar's face. "That's right, I'm above you," he chuckled to himself, "That's why I'm better than you."

David leans all the way back with all his strength. He uses his leg muscles to bring CrowBar with him and he backflips and uses his legs to throw CrowBar across the ring and crash him against the cage wall.

The crowd cheered louder than ever. As the cages started ascending, they all chanted, "Spider, Spider, Spider!"

The referee ran and raised David's hand high above his head, declaring, "Winner!"

"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer yelled into the mic with excitement, "Give it up for the new champion, The Spider!"

"SPIDER, SPIDER, SPIDER!"

I won...they're cheering for me. They're actually cheering for me.

David smiles happily and thrusts his hands in the air in triumph.

I never doubted for a single second that I would win.

David arrived at the manager's office and he waited patiently for the manager, the same woman who signed him in, to get him his money. She sat at a table with money spread over and David was so tempted to just steal all of it. He could do it with his powers and he was still wearing his balaclava and when the police checked for his name, they'd look for a false name, someone that didn't exist. But he decided that he would be...unnecessary at best, especially when they were handing his money over willingly and in stacks of tens, twenties, fifties, and hundreds.

The manager handed David placed fifteen stacks of money in front of David and each stack was worth a thousand dollars. David countered each stack and realized that there were only fifteen thousand dollars and not thirty thousand as he had hoped.

"Excuse me," David said politely through his balaclava, "This is only fifteen thousand dollars, not thirty thousand dollars."

"The fifteen thousand dollars you didn't receive is for taxes," the woman said, "You did well out there, smart to bet one thousand dollars when the odds of you winning were thirty to one but even at a fight club like this, you still need to pay taxes. I'm sorry if this irritates you."

David glares at her, crushing the stack of money that he was holding in his right hand. "If you think I'm walking out of here, short-handed, think again."

"I'm sorry," the manager said, "But that's company policy, and you gotta respect company policy."

Her heart is pounding fast; I must really scare her. Good. That bitch just wants to keep the money for herself. You are going to regret fucking with me in a few seconds.

He makes a fist with his other hand.

But if I make a move, then I will lose all the money that I currently possess and most likely get arrested. Damn.

He takes the stacks of money and places them in the half dozen pockets placed on his cargo pants. Once he had all the money stored away, he turned to leave the manager's office. As he stepped out and into the hallway with an elevator leading down and into the lobby from earlier, there came that tingling feeling.

My danger radar is going off once more. It's not a threat directed at me directly but it is coming from behind me. In the manager's office. Someone was hiding in the manager's office and he was armed with a gun, a pistol to be exact. He had a bag with him and he was putting the barrel of the gun to the woman's head. She is crying and begging for mercy but she is still forced to put the money in the bag.

David turned back towards the manager's office.

Taxes my ass, she was forced to keep some money behind so the robber could steal it. I was lucky to have even received my other half of the money. I get it, I was getting robbed. I cannot let something like this slide. If you rob David Dante, the Sado-Maschostic Spider, you're going to pay with more than money.

David turned back and faced the manager's office with a smile under his mask. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. He arched his back like he was being lifted up to Heaven and he made a fist with both hands.

He slowly walks back to the manager's office and he slowly opens the door. The woman was on the table, chest-first with a bruise on her forehead. The robber looked at David in surprise and raised his pistol at him.

"Hands up," he shouted.

David raised his hands higher than necessary above his head and slowly backed out of the room, keeping his eyes on his prey.

The robber gathers up the remains of the money and stuffs it into a large back. He kept his gun trained on David and once he was finished, he ran for the door, barking at David to move out of the way.

"Stop him" the manager wheezed as she lifted her head off the table, "He's stealing the money."

David moves out of the way and allows the robber to run past him. He sprints as fast as he could down the hallway and towards the elevator.

The excitement I'm feeling turns me on!

He shoots a web from his left hand at the robber's feet just as he reaches the elevator. He yanks the web, doing a one-eighty and bringing the robber to fall on his face. He shoots a web from his right hand at the bag of money and yanks it back like a cowboy using a lasso.

The robber sat up and turned to face David. He raised his gun but David webbed his gun out of his hand and to the wall. The robber was about to say something else before David shot a web at the robber's mouth to silence him.

"Didn't your parents teach you any manners?" David laughed. He threw the bag of money into the air and used both hands to shoot more webs at the robber. He yanks him towards him and catches the falling bag. He throws the bag in the air again and repeats the process.

He does so several more times, throwing the bag of money in the air before using both hands to drag the robber down the hallway. When the robber was within range, he caught the money bag with one hand and used his free hand to shoot a web at the robber's chest and yank him to his feet near David's balaclava face.

"Stay out of my way and never steal from me again," David growled through his mask, "If I ever see your face again, I will kill you and I will make sure that I enjoy every single second of it." He rips the web from his mouth. "Understand?"

"I understand!" the robber shouted in terror, "Just let me go!"

David releases the robber and he lets him run back down the elevator and uses it to escape.

That...was a beautiful, beautiful feeling.

As much as I wanted to kill him, the police would question me and I don't have the patience to clean up a crime scene. No, it's better to just let him go.

Angel St. Solomon wasn't going to let this shit fly, not for a single fucking second. That bastard who stole his money, he was going to fucking pay. No matter where he hid, no matter the fact that his face was covered, he was going to make him pay. He had a gun on him still, a spare one he always kept on his person and he was going to use it.

He waited downstairs in the elevator and took out his pistol, cocking it, and waited patiently for the elevator to be called up to the same floor so he can shoot that bastard.

Unfortunately, things went haywire when a civilian walked into the elevator and spotted his gun. They shouted "GUN!" at the top of their lungs and Angel St. Solomon decided that now was the time to get out of here. Two off-duty officers quickly drew their guns but Angel St. Solomon was faster. Solomon fired at the two officers and managed to headshot both of them. He ran out of the elevator and for the front door.

He needed to get out of there. Getting payback on that little shit from upstairs will have to wait. For right now, getting home to bring back a bigger gun to shoot that kid will have to do. Unfortunately, the gunshot he left off had alerted several more officers in the area. A police car pulled up to him but he quickly headshot the driver before running across the street. When he was almost hit by a taxi that stopped in time, he showed how much he forgave the taxi driver by shooting at the window. The driver ducked in time before he made it across the street. There was a car pulling up and Solomon decided to go for it after seeing that there was only one driver inside.

"Get out," he ordered after getting to the driver's door. "Killing you and dragging you out would waste my time so get out of the fucking car!"

Jim Dante raised his hands and slowly got out of the car but when he was halfway out, Solomon pistol-whipped him before shooting him in the chest. After noticing that Jim Dante was on the ground in a fetal position, hand on his chest, he raised his gun to shoot him in the head before his gun clicked.

Out of ammo and with more police on the way, it was time to get out of there.

David walked out of the fight club wearing his former outfit. He had his sweater jacket zipped up and his thirty thousand dollars stuffed in various pockets and he walked back to the Museum of Natural History and waited to be picked up. The lobby was full of people screaming and sobbing at the sight of several dead officers and wounded civilians. David already had a feeling it was the work of that thug he let go so he decided not to get involved.

Stopping criminals is NOT my problem; that's why we have police. Besides, I got what I needed for myself and my parents.

When he got to the parking lot, he couldn't help but notice a commotion forming in the crowd. When David saw the crowd, he realized they were not only crowded around in a circle but they were all looking down at someone.

Someone's injured, this I gotta see.

David walked towards the crowd and resisted the urge to smile at the thought of seeing a corpse. He had seen a corpse before multiple times, not counting the few officers from before and the bully trio, but he wasn't resisting a smile because he was fascinated with death, he was hoping that seeing a corpse and ease his homicidal urges. It would most certainly get his annoying doctor off of him for a while and just let him be him for a few days.

He pushed his way through the crowd, the smile on his face getting harder to choke down but when he saw the corpse on the ground, the smile instantly vanished as if it never existed.

"That's my Dad!" David shouted as he squeezed through the crowd and kneeled down next to Jim Dante, wounded and lying on the ground with a gunshot wound to the chest. He was shocked, to say the least, that his father figure had been shot by an unseen predator and he didn't know how to properly react except with shock.

"What the hell happened to my father?" he asked the police officer who secured the crime scene, "Who shot my father?!"

"We don't know," the office said, "But he took off with your father's car. The paramedics should be on their way in a few minutes."

What am I supposed to do? I've prepared myself for situations like this but I don't know what one's supposed to do when their father is about to die from a homicide.

"Dad?" he shook him away in a calm voice, "Are you awake?"

Jim's eyes opened and there were tears in them. His breathing was rapid and he looked around like he was blind. His eyes stopped on David as he called out his name a second.

"Davey," he smiled.

"Don't worry, Dad," he said without emotion, "I'm with you. You will survive." He grabbed his father's hand and held it up to his chest. "I promise."

Jim's breathing became shallow as the seconds passed. His eyes were starting to drift off and his grip on David's hand lessened.

"I…" he wheezed to his son, "Love...you…"

Jim's head slowly leaned to the side with his eyes closing, his final breath exiting his body.

David had no emotion on his face as he stared down at his dying father.

I can't feel emotions, but I can't let my father die like this. I know I can't save him but I feel like I should do something. I know what to do and I hope that it is enough to make him die happy.

"I love you, Dad," David said, trying his hardest to put emotion into his speech and did the best he could. "You were a good father; you taught me how to function in society and get through life. You were nice to me, you helped me, and you nurtured me. I am grateful for everything you've done. And I promise to take care of Mom. She is liked by both of us and I will protect her." He wraps his hands around his father's hand softly. "Thank you."

When he looked into his father's eyes, he saw the life drain away but there was a tear that ran down his cheek and David knew that his father was crying not because he was dying, but because his son told him that he loves him.

David felt his father's hand disconnected from his.

David stared down at his father's corpse, unable to think rationally, unable to think in general. There were a whole bunch of things running through his head and with his objective and psychopathic mind, he had no idea what to do.

My father, Jim Dante, is now officially dead. He was the male figure who gave life to me and he raised me from a young age with Misa Dante, my mother. He put clothes on my back, put food on my plate, paid for my school, etc., etc. and now he is gone. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Do I cry? Do I make a scene declaring vengeance on my father's killer? I can't feel emotions like a regular person so I am lost, but I do know that I am supposed to cry and it would be suspicious if a son didn't cry over his father.

David trained himself to physically behave emotionally in front of humans, which is why he was able to commence his crying behavior in front of everybody.

With my father dead, I am never going to get another plate of his delicious food. He cooked the best food in existence so I'm going to miss that. He bought me clothes and I actually liked going shopping for clothes with him. I'm not going to miss anything of him emotionally, only what he provided and I knew this. I want to be human and cry over my father but since I'm not a human, I will never know what grief is like and I think that might be a good thing but what is this feeling in my heart? It feels like I've been stabbed in the heart, I can't take the pain.

"The shooter is on the run," a police officer said, "He's heading south on Broadway, we're pursuing him."

But there is one thing that I do know. The man who left that mess in the lobby at the fight club was most likely the same man I let go. They took the life of someone I had gotten used to after so many years. They took away someone that I actually liked. Dad was the best male figure in my life and I really did like him and for that reason and that reason alone, you are not going to survive. You have pissed me off and I will hunt you down, shooter, and I will kill you. You will die.

Die, die.

David looks up and his fake emotions are replaced with rage.

David licked his lips before he ran into an alleyway where he unzipped his sweater and threw it to the side as he sprinted forward, using his rage to make him run faster. He took out his red gloves and put on his balaclava before reaching the end of the alley and leaping as high as he could to jump on the wall. He uses the rage within him to climb up the all faster and when he reaches the top, he runs as fast as he can before using his spider jump to leap across to the next building, the adrenaline giving him a burst of excitement.

When I find the guy who killed my father, I'm going to take my sweet time with him. I'm going to web him to the wall then peel off every piece of flesh with a sharp weapon. I'll cut off his fingers one at a time then move onto his toes. When I'm finished, I'll cut off his private parts but make sure he's awake and alive the whole way and when he's begging for mercy, begging to be killed, I won't grant it to him. I'll string him up like a fly caught in a spider's web and start the process all over again with his muscles and organs. He'll die only when I give him permission to.

David jumps off the edge and flies between two buildings. There was a rope across the two buildings that he used to grab onto and swing over like a trapeze. He swings over the rope three times before he lets go and flies forward onto a fire escape.

He leaps off the fire escape onto another without missing a beat and when he reaches the second fire escape, he does a wall-run up the building like he is doing track as a spider.

He reached the top again and he leaped all the way over the edge and perked down as he did before. He leans forward over the edge and listens for the sounds of sirens ringing around New York City. He found his father's car driving off down the street and there were several police cars after it.

There it is, the car of my father. No doubt the killer is in there.

He looks up and aims his web-shooter at a building. He fires off a web. The adrenaline spikes up in David and his eyes widen, his breaths become deeper and the grip on his web becomes tighter by the second.

This is it. This is the flight of my life. As soon as I jump off this building, I'm going to be swinging downward and I'm going to be chasing after my father's killer. Once I step off this edge, nothing will stop me from what I'm about to do to my father's killer. Even if Mom begged me to stop, I won't give in.

David grabs the web with both hands.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. One...two...three.

He leans over the edge and lets the web do its job and swing him over.

David felt weightless as he swung down the web. He yells with a burst of adrenaline and kicks his feet out. He shoots another web out to web-swing across another building. He swings high up into the air and leaps. He falls to the ground and David yells in excitement.

"Woo-hoo!" he shouts as he swings from another web. "Awesome!"

Die, die!

He follows the car, getting closer and closer with every swing. He anticipated that he would be able to fire webs far but not that he would be able to swing so fast. He was enjoying himself and as he closed in, he swung faster and faster until he landed on top of the hood of the car and used his sticky fingers to clue himself.

Instead of punching his way through the top, he simply and casually knocks on the car like he is calling someone to open a door.

It's that tingle, my danger radar is going off. The killer inside hears the knocking so he's taking out a gun to shoot me. I should move my head from here to there.

He moves his head to the left, evading a bullet.

And now to the right.

He avoids another bullet.

I'll lean back like this….

He leans so far back that he does a backflip onto the trunk of the car.

David climbs down the back of the trunk like the spider he was and climbs under the car. He climbs across the bottom and makes it to the front of the car. He climbed onto the grille and blocked the driver's point of view.

"Here's...Spidey!"

He punches a hole in the front window and grabs the driver by the face. He slams him into the wheel and smashes another hole with his other hand and uses a web to steer the car out of control.

Oh no, my danger radar is telling me...the only way to not crash into the wall behind me...is to go up.

And that's just what David did.

The car crashed into the building and smashed through a window display of jewelry. He quickly climbs out of the car and makes a run for it while the police are still pulling up.

With this power, I am unstoppable. I am God and as punishment for taking the father of God away, you shall die.

Angel St. Solomon ran into the building with several floors. He ran up to the top and pulled out a gun, the same one he used to kill Jim Dante. The lights were out and he knew that whatever crawled on his stolen car was in the building with him. He didn't like the feeling of being stalked so he quickly pulled the hammer back on the pistol and waited for the enemy to show himself. He kept muttering to himself that he had the gun while his enemy had nothing.

Die, die.

David stalked his father's killer from above, hiding in the shadows with his black henley providing him with camouflage.

I see you and there is no way you are escaping from me.

David taps his hand against the ceiling to give off three audible thuds across the ceiling.

The killer jumped in panicked and shot blindly in the dark above him, waving the gun from left to right and firing off almost half his gun's magazine.

David was hanging upside-down from a web behind the killer.

I'm right here, asshole. How dense can you be?

The killer turned around and David was gone.

David shoots a web at the wall right beside the killer to scare him into firing off another bullet into nothing.

David falls to the ground and lands hard on his feet with a heavy thud. The killer turns around to shoot the threat he is now sure of but David is quicker and he uppercuts the carjacker so hard that he goes flying into the air. He lost his grip on his gun and David kicked it away.

The killer climbs back to his feet and tries to run away but David punches him across the jaw with minimal force so he won't knock him out. He delivers two more punches across his face before he grabs him by the collars of his shirt, lifts him off the ground, and slams him hard into the wall that some bones cracked. He throws the pain-ridden killer to the ground on his side and he delivers a powerful kick to his face that he sends the killer spinning like a disco ball across the floor.

David leaps forward and grabs the killer by the back of his hair and lifts him up to his feet. He uses his other hand to punch the killer so hard that a tooth is knocked out and blood flies from his mouth. He kicks him in the stomach with his knee before using one hand to throw him across the room and into the wall near a window.

David shoots a web to his back and uses it to lift him to his knees. He grabs the killer by the shoulders after spinning him around and slams him against the wall.

"I can throw you out the window. Why did you kill my father?" he yelled through his mask. "He was an innocent man, did he have to die? Did he? Answer me!" The killer panicked and it excited him to hear the fear in the killer's breath but that was short-lived once he realized who he was holding.

It is indeed the same man who robbed the woman at the fight club. I toyed with him with my webs and stopped him from making off with my money but I let him go. He ran for the elevator and he ran for hell. Dad was waiting for me and he shot him. He must've shot Dad out of desperation, trying to escape as quickly as possible from me.

He already knew that the man who killed his father was most likely the same man from the fight club. He knew it on a rational and logical level but as soon as he saw the man's eyes, it dawned on him that yes, his father, one of the few people he could admit he was fond of, was killed because of him.

I killed my father. I stopped a violent criminal from stealing my money but because I let him live, he killed my father. If I had just killed him, Dad would still be alive.

David released one hand from the killer and clutched his heart area.

What is this feeling in my chest? It's the same feeling I got when I watched my father. Am I feeling some kind of emotion? Sadness, guilt, grief? I can't feel emotions, never have felt emotions so I might as well have felt an alien build a nest inside of me.

His danger radar went off.

But if there is one thing I do know, it's my danger radar never hides anything from me, especially when it is telling me that the man I'm holding in my hands is going to cut me with a knife he pulled from his pocket. The only way to save myself would be to do what I should've done in the first place: Kill him!

David smacks the knife out of his hand, rendering the killer helpless and defenseless. "You killed innocent people. I could spare you as I did back at the fight club... but you are a vile human being."

Die, die.

David lifts the killer above his feet and throws him out the window with one hand. The killer screams and falls seven stories to his death. When the screams ceased, David looked out the shattered window and down at the first person he willingly murdered. It wasn't like Allan whom he killed on accident but a real murder.

David turns away from the window. His sharp eyes spot something lying on the ground in the darkness. He moves over to pick it up and discovers it to be the pistol that was used to kill his father.

Killing that carjacker was actually kinda fun. Allan was an accident and when I killed him, I felt nothing. But when I killed this killer, I felt good. Either way, while Dad may be dead, Mom is still alive and I will protect her. And this gun... I think I'll keep it for the time being.

David clears the building before the police arrive at the top floor to search for clues as to what happened.

David arrived home, web-swinging the way home and he hid his black henley with red tape underneath his jacket. He opened the door calmly and watched his mother sit down on the couch.

His mother was crying.

David moves over to his mother and he sits next to her on the couch. He wraps his arms around her and hugs her tightly, letting his mother sob into his shoulder.

He heard her sob his father's name.

David patted his mother carefully on the back before stroking her hair like a loving parent would to their crying child.