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Extended Summary: David Dante, the emotionless and psychopathic Spider-Man is back and life has never been good for him. However, he is still considered a serial murderer by the police, who are growing constantly frustrated with being unable to catch him, and they even the odds when an FBI agent undergoes an experiment.
Remastered version of my second Sado-Masochism story.
David Dante/Spider-Man: A psychopathic boy who develops spider powers and kills his enemies.
Felicia Hardy/Black Cat: A cat burglar who is the love interest of both David Dante and Spider-Man.
Eddie Brock: David Dante's best friend.
Otto Octavius/Det. Octopus: An FBI agent with a strong sense of justice.
Recap of the Previous Story
David Dante is a psychopathic boy who gets bitten by a super-spider at high school.
His love interest is Felicia Hardy, his best friend is Eddie Brock, his psychiatrist is Barton Hamilton, and his parents are Jim and Misa Dante.
The day after getting bit, he discovers his powers.
He puts his powers to the test by challenging three professional fighters.
He becomes involved in an office robbery and although he intervenes, he spares the robber from death.
His father, Jim Dante, became a casualty of David's choice to spare the criminal.
David Dante becomes Spider-Man with the motive to kill violent criminals as a way to satisfy his homicidal urges.
His reputation quickly spreads around New York City. He saves innocent people and kills violent criminals. Some people call him a hero while others call him a murderer.
Spider-Man meets Black Cat and enters a romantic relationship with her.
His psychiatrist, Barton Hamilton, becomes the Green Goblin.
Spider-Man and Green Goblin play a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse.
The Green Goblin is defeated.
David Dante embraces his life as Spider-Man.
Earth-119164
January 2021
Chapter 1-1
Human beings are such fascinating creatures. The minute a human infant starts walking, the parents start teaching them to pick up stuff. Then they started teaching them to talk and how to properly use the bathroom. When that human infant grows into an eleven-year-old, they expect him or her to behave like a big boy or girl and not cry in front of other people. Humans also have this thing where they celebrate the day they were born. I never understood it; what is the point of celebrating a day that reminds you that you are close to death? I don't believe in predestination but what I do know is that the older I grow, the more my life expectancy decreases. However, what I do love about birthdays, especially today since it is my sixteenth birthday, is the birthday cake, food, and presents.
David Dante, a regular, ordinary kid to the world, a psychopathic boy who exhibits no feelings for his friends or family alike by evening, a killer of violent criminals and savior of innocent people by night.
He woke up at seven o'clock on the dot. It was Friday, time for school. He completed his habitual ritual of getting dressed and eating a plate of breakfast his single mother, Misa Dante, had cooked up for him. He grabs a plate and piles bacon and scrambled eggs.
"Happy birthday, David," Misa said cheerfully as she hugged him.
Humans are such fascinating creatures for making a big deal out of the day you were born. Even the woman who gave birth to me, the one called 'Mom'.
David hugged her back with reluctance as if he hadn't hugged a human before.
"Thanks, Mom," David said, "Did you make this breakfast for me?"
"I know how you like to eat a lot of food so I cooked you so much bacon and eggs."
"Thanks, Mom."
He sat down with his mother and had his birthday breakfast with his mother.
"You know, Mom, you didn't have to go out of your way to make me breakfast. I'm happy you did but you didn't have to waste your time; I'm not worth it."
"Davey, you're my only son, of course, I would go out of my way for you."
"Even if…" he looked over his shoulder before leaning forward, "If I'm a little messed up in the brain?"
"I would love you, regardless."
That's what she keeps saying but does she really mean it? I'm an emotionless, manipulative, lying human-less monster who is incapable of feeling remorse and/or guilt.
Not that I'm complaining; I mean, I manage to get what I want when I want if I play my cards right and I'm satisfied so I'm not one to complain.
"I got a lot of work to do. I have school in the morning and then my part-time job, better get a headstart on."
As David stands up, Misa stands up and kisses him on the temple. "No matter what kind of person you are, I will always love you. Just remember that."
You're the only person who would give a rat's ass what would happen to me.
"I'll remember."
He left the apartment building.
He went jogging down the street as he always had to catch up with the bus to take him to school. He waited at the bus stop with his backpack over his back and hands in his pockets.
New York City is a fascinating place. Ever since Spider-Man's first appearance one year ago, there's been a statewide debate on whether Spider-Man should be put in prison or given a pardon to continue his reign as a vigilante. I wonder what the public would think if they found out that I was Spider-Man. Me. David Dante. The kid who gets straight Bs and Cs (on purpose) in high school. They'd probably be even more grateful. I'm sixteen and I'm risking my life to save innocent people and sending bad guys to hell. Deep down, there's a little bit of David Dante in everyone and that's a fact. But, I hate the idea of my identity being revealed. If Spider-Man's identity were to be revealed then David Dante would be arrested for sure and get The Needle or Old Sparky. If I'm lucky, I'll get off due to insanity and be sent to a psych ward where I'll be in a cushioned room until they deem me sane. But since I was born a monster, that's not going to happen. If they catch me, as if they ever could, then they'll send me to the clink where I will have to wear chains around my feet and metal bracelets around my wrists for the rest of my life.
His ears perk up as they pick up on a familiar sound. He turns to his left and sees a lady setting up a bar selling Spider-Man souvenirs. Souvenirs included Spider-Man balloons, lollipops with Spidey's color scheme, and Spider-Man t-shirts.
What is this, a girl selling merchandise of my alter-ego?
He walks over to the stand and he studies the merchandise. His hands drift off to a shirt with a spider symbol printed on the front.
Black Cat wearing a red Spider-Man shirt with a black spider symbol in the front, sounds kinda enticing.
"This is for my girlfriend," David said offhandedly as he paid for the shirt, "She loves Spider-Man."
And by love, I mean she loves it when I ravish her.
"I hope your girlfriend loves it," the girl said, "Have a nice day, and hope you'll catch a glimpse of Spider-Man."
David takes his backpack off his arms and sets it down. He kneels to open it and pauses when he sees his real suit.
Don't want to be caught with a Spider-Man suit in my backpack. It would be… awkward... to say the least.
After stuffing the shirt inside his backpack, he zipped it up. When he looked up, he saw a yellow school bus with the side door open for a split second before it closed, indicating that the bus had made its stop and was driving off.
"Wait," David calls, "Wait for me!"
David ran after the school bus, but by the time he reached the cub, it was already a block away, and traffic was blocking his path. He still decided to leap for it and ran out into open traffic.
Then came a tingling feeling in the back of his skull.
Uh-oh, the danger radar is going off. A city bus with Gwyneth Paltrow's face on the side is about to hit me? I guess the only rational thing for me to do is…
He backflips onto the curb seconds before the city bus makes contact.
Once the city bus cleared his path of vision, he looked in the direction where the school bus went. His eyes roamed over the tsunami of cars and incoming roars of honks but he could not spot his target.
And the school bus is going. I mean, I could sprint to the next bus stop but I don't feel like doing that. Today is my birthday and I want to do only one thing.
He sprints into an alleyway.
He emerges as Spider-Man, swinging from a web with his backpack on his back and cheering in excitement.
The girl running the Spider-Man stand saw Spidey swinging off into the distance on a web. "Whoah," she exclaimed, "Hey Spidey, you're looking hot!"
Spidey swung across New York City, racing the school bus to get to Midtown High before eight o'clock.
Swinging on webs through New York City is enjoyable. I feel like I am the king of the world with this power. I'm two hundred feet above the police officers' head so they can't catch me and people cheer for me like I'm the boss.
His spide-sense went off in his head.
My danger radar is always looking out for things around me. I mean, what it is telling me is not a threat to me directly, however.
Below him, standing outside a repair shop, was a toddler around the age of three or four. The toddler's mother's back was turned and didn't notice a car that had plowed through the streets with one convict inside the stolen car.
Where do these clowns get their license? Nimrod University?
Spidey decides to take the detour and swings downward.
The car was getting closer and closer to the toddler, accelerating with every passing second. Either way, the child's small body would not be able to endure the impact of a car about to roll over them at sixty miles per hour.
Save, save.
The mother turns and lunges for the toddler before she gets run over.
Spidey swoops in and catches the toddler with his free hand. He swung the toddler over to the safety of the cub where he set the toddler down in front of her mother.
"My baby," the mother cried as he hugged her now-crying toddler. "Thank you, Spider-Man."
"No thanks needed," Spidey responded.
Time to take out the trash.
He jumps into the air and pursues the car thief.
He swung after the car as it plowed through oncoming traffic, causing taxis and trucks alike to honk their horns and get out of the way before the car thief drove into them.
The car thief drove through a red light.
Shame on you for not looking both ways before going on red.
Spidey lands on the hood before crawling to the hood, where he perches. He turns and faces the car thief.
He taps on the window. "Hi, are you the tour guide here? It's my first time in New York and I don't know my way around; any chance you can take me to the Empire State Building?"
The thief swerves the car, trying to ram Spidey off but Spidey clings to the hood.
"No, okay. I'll settle for some good old-fashioned ice cream then. How about taking me to the nearest Baskin Robbins?"
He punches his hand through the window and grabs the car thief by the hair. He punches his other hand through and uses it to grab the thief by the throat.
"What? Don't tell me you're lactose intolerant; honestly, I would kill myself if I found out I couldn't eat ice cream."
He yanks the car thief out by his hair and throws, smashing his head through the windshield before leaping into the air.
The car was still in motion and because it lacked a driver, it steered off course and nearly crashed into a group of bystanders outside a drug store. Just as the car was about to collide with a pedestrian, the car came to an abrupt stop.
With webs pulling at the trunk of the car.
Spidey sat on top of the edge of a building, smiling under his mask as he saw the pedestrians come out unscathed from the car he stopped with his webs.
"Please don't kill me."
Spidey turned to the man he was holding by the neck with his left hand over the edge.
"It's a long way down," Spidey said, "It's not going to be me that kills you; It's the sudden stop."
Die, die.
He opened his hand and let the criminal fall six stories into an alleyway. The sound of the criminal screaming as he fell to his death lasted only for a few seconds before they became silenced.
And down you go, motherfucker.
"Hey, nice form on the swan dive. If you want, I can sign you up for this high-dive competition at the kiddie's pool!"
As much as I would like to stay, I, as David the human, have school to attend.
He leaps up and continues his swing across the city to get to school.
After six or seven minutes of swinging, he arrives at Midtown High. He knew that he couldn't just web-swing to the front entrance of the school and then discard his clothing because that would be weird and awkward.
And obvious that David Dante is Spider-Man.
Spidey swung behind a tree and changed back into his David Dante clothing.
He walked right into class and took his seat.
He spent the last thirty minutes listening to a lecture on ethics.
Why do I have to even learn about ethics? It's so boring, the concept of right and wrong, it's all so boring, predictable, and unamusing. I don't even care about ethics in the first place yet I'm still forced to suffer through this class for one hour.
"David?"
The young boy turned to the source of the voice.
Ahh, Eddie Brock. He's what humans call a 'friend'. Truth is, the only thing he is good for is keeping me entertained during this boring lecture.
"Happy birthday," Eddie whispered.
"Thanks," David whispered back, "You remembered my birthday?"
"Of course," Eddie said, "You're my friend."
"I'm happy to be your friend," David said awkwardly. His gaze suddenly shifted from Eddie to the girl sitting in front of him. He knew that platinum blonde hair from anywhere.
That's the most silver-blonde hair I've ever seen and I'm addicted to staring at it.
The girl with the platinum blonde hair looked over her shoulder and looked at David. "Why are you staring at me?" she asked. "You being a creep again?"
David feigned offense. "What… me, a creep? You must have me confused for someone else, Felicia Hardy."
Felicia scowled before looking away.
Felicia Hardy, my future wife.
"By the way," Felicia said, "Happy Birthday."
Proof that we're destined to be together.
"Excuse me," the teacher called out, her voice booming across the classroom, "Do you have something you want to share with us, Mr. Dante?"
"Yes," he answered quickly, "I want to share with you my disappointment; Today is my birthday and no one wished me a happy birthday."
"No one cares about your birthday," a boy in class said.
"Ryan," the teacher scolded before turning back to David, "Happy birthday."
"Thank you," David said with a smile. A fake smile he had mastered through practice in front of a mirror.
Normally, I don't enjoy the attention but today is the day I'm the king. I already got to kill someone as Spider-Man so that's that.
His eyes roamed around the classroom.
If only they knew that I was Spider-Man.
Lunch came halfway through the day. David ordered a new regular meal (A steak sandwich with a baked potato) and savored every bite. Since today was his birthday, the lunch ladies gave him free Airheads for him to snack on for dessert.
The cafeteria was crowded, with kids chatting with each other and minding their own business. David sat at a table in the middle of the cafeteria, paying no attention to the kids.
The only thing that birthdays are good for is the perks. Most humans celebrate birthdays because it's the day their age increases but the only thing I care about is the food. I get a free cake handed to me, practically on a silver platter, and it's all for me and nobody else. To me, free cake is what makes it the birthday. I like presents but honestly, I could care less about the presents. I would say I don't want anything but Mom, and even Eddie, get me things regardless. Eddie doesn't know that I'm a psychopath but Mother does and yet she still gives me presents. I don't understand her way of thinking.
As he finishes the last of his food and unwraps his Airhead candy, a tray is placed down on the table beside him and someone with a familiar aura sits next to David.
"Well, well," David said, turning on the charm he had perfected after years of practice, "Look who decided to join me."
"You're different today," Felicia suddenly said, "You did something, I can see it in your eyes."
David's eyes went wide for a split second before he closed.
Damn it, I forgot how perspective Felicia can be. Out of everyone in this entire school, she is the only one who suspects that I am hiding something but she also said that she likes mysterious boys. But still, if she knew what I was actually hiding, things could get problematic for me.
"Yeah, I turned sixteen today."
"It's not that, it's the attention. I've known you long enough to know that you hate attention. You prefer to stay in the shadows and just watch people like the creeper you are. So the fact that you wanted the teacher to announce your birthday strikes me as an anomaly."
She doesn't miss anything, not even the slightest irregularity. I was overzealous from my kill before school so I let my guard down. Not so much that anybody could see but just enough that a perceptive girl like Felicia could see something different. It's A-okay, she is only suspicious of me and knows nothing. Nothing to worry about.
"Well, you wouldn't want the same old predictable me, would you?"
"I think it's a good thing that you're predictable. Whenever you do something out of the ordinary, I'll spot it immediately."
David's hands started sweating. He kept his composure so the perceptive girl wouldn't notice anything odd.
"So you admit to watching me?" David said as he flashed a smile. It was a forced smile, not a fake one he perfected.
Felicia smirked at him. "You wish."
"You know, we have set up an official date. I thought you and I were boyfriend and girlfriend."
"That's right, we were supposed to go on an official date some time ago and forgot it."
"Yeah, your family was kidnapped by the Green Goblin and Spidey saved them." David flashed a genuine smile this time, albeit a cheesy one.
I mean me.
"And then you kissed me at your uncle's funeral," she recalled, "This is the oddest thing you've ever done in all my time knowing you."
If you only knew.
He looked at his watch. "We only have five minutes left of lunch before we head to the fourth hour. Anything you want to say to the birthday boy?"
"Yeah, stop staring at the back of my head in class."
"How could I resist looking at such beautiful features of a very pretty girl?"
She grabbed her lunch tray and got out of her seat. She threw her tray in the trash before walking away.
That was a close one.
The rest of the school day went by like that. Despite Felicia noticing something off about him in the cafeteria, he refused to let her get away so easily.
When the bell rang and released students for the weekend, David pursued Felicia, catching up to her as she walked out of the school.
"Hey, Felicia," he said, "You can't escape me that easily."
She stopped and turned towards him with an annoyed look on her face. "I think you made that pretty clear. What do you want this time, I have to get back home ASAP."
"Why's that?"
"Dad is having a friend come over and it's been a long time since I've seen him."
"Really? Is he better than me?"
Felicia arches an eyebrow. "He's in his forties, no need to get jealous."
"Speaking of which, what I wanted to talk to you about is that I wanted to get to know your parents. I mean, you did say that I can meet your parents when you meet my parents. By default, you met all my parents since my father died and Mom is raising me on her own."
I already met your father, mother, and brother as Spider-Man.
"I guess you have a point there, Davey," she said, "Just because I'll let you meet my parents doesn't mean we are in a relationship of any kind."
"And since our date to Texas Roadhouse was interrupted, we should set up for another date. I mean, we practically are boyfriend and girlfriend. If you keep saying no then I'm just going to pursue you."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You're quite persistent, even more so than before. If you want to meet my parents then I have no problem. But I'll be watching you."
"Why?"
"I know that you are hiding something and my father is a police captain. I can't wait to see your reactions and you know how perceptive I can be."
I know her father is a police captain, I'm trying to meet Captain Walter Hardy so I can see where the police are at in the Spider-Man investigation.
"I'll be on my best behavior," David said, "I think your father and I will hit it off, actually. I mean, he is a police captain and I want to work for the police when I grow up as a forensic profiler."
Felicia turned away suddenly. Her hands began fidgeting not out of annoyance but out of nervousness.
"No need to get nervous, just tell your father that I'm harmless and I don't intend on setting him up as Spider-Man's accomplice."
"I'll let you meet him tomorrow. When are you free from your afterschool job?"
"I don't work on the weekends."
"Then come over at three; You know where I live."
"I'll bring my A-game."
And my Oscar-worthy acting skills.
Felicia walked away.
They say keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Walter Hardy, captain of the police force, is leading the investigation against me as Spider-Man. I want to meet him so I can get a feel as to where he is in the investigation as well as who he suspects Spider-Man really is. Also, I might want to give him some false forensic profiling to lead him in the wrong direction.
He looked at his watch.
Got to be in Time Square by four-thirty. No problem.
His part-time job was an interesting one, to say the least. He worked in a pizza joint in Times Square called Sbarro.
I love Times Square. Reasons: Because I can disappear from my job slicing up pizzas and change into an alleyway. All it would take is for me to run into a crowd and become one with the herd.
He begins slicing pizzas to be served dressed in a black apron.
I'm pretty smooth with the pizza cutter. I can only imagine how good I am with a knife. But Spider-Man doesn't need a knife to kill. Besides, I'm doing this job so I can pay for rent in my mother's and mine's apartment building.
After David finished cutting the pizza, he packed it up in a box and handed it to a customer who ordered a pizza to go.
"Have a good day," David waved to the customer.
Now shoo.
"David," a voice called to him from behind.
It was the assistant manager, a girl the same age as him named Liza.
"Can I help you?" David asked rather bluntly.
She hesitated, nervously looking away.
Why does she always do that? Why does she always get shy and embarrassed whenever I look at her? It's kinda weird.
"I just wanted to let you know that you're going to have to stay late. We're short-handed on staff."
David groans. "Well, that sucks."
How delightful this turned out to be: Where was David when Spider-Man was absent? Working in a national pizza joint chain.
"It doesn't matter," David said, "I'll stay for as long as it takes."
She looked at him nervously and blushed. "Thank you, David. Oh, and happy birthday."
Yeah, why does she look at me like that? Why does she blush whenever I'm around her? I'm like a furnace to her ice pack.
David turned and continued with his work. Liza turned away but not before stealing one last side-glance at her crush.
And this is life for the emotionless, monstrous David Dante. Every morning, I wake up, go to school, and then come to work at a pizza joint for about two to three hours Monday through Friday. A perfectly one hundred percent normal boy. And when it's time, the REAL David Dante makes his move. He puts on a cheap, homemade red and black costume and swings around New York City, saving the innocent and killing the guilty. And not only that but he's got a birthday that he'll be celebrating with his girlfriend, the dashing, the dazzling, the delicious Black Cat, Bringer of Bad Luck tonight.
He smirks.