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Dark Carnage

12-30-2004, 02:29 PM

1

"Hurry up will ya!" shouted the masked leader of the latest group of idiots trying to rob this bank in broad daylight. The clerks could stop them from escaping by locking the doors, and though they would be able to protect themselves with the security shields, the customers would be at their mercy. So they had no choice but let them escape. They pulled the heavy doors open and piled into the waiting car as fast as they could. The last door hadn't even shut before the leader was shouting again "C'mon! Let's go!" Yet they remained still. They all turned to the driver and saw something they should have taken a split second to realise earlier, his hands and feet were tied together, and his mouth covered in some sort of grey thick rubber. "Ok guys, this is bad. I think I've seen this stuff before." his voice had gone from a blazing fire of command to a matchstick flame of fear. One of the guys in the back leaned forward and said "Yeah, and last time I saw it that guy was using it to take down Doctor Octopus." His left arm straightened in front of him, his index finger extended and sitting on the back of the car in front was none other than Spider-Man.

He was sitting with his right foot resting on the bumper, his left foot on his right knee, leaning back with his left hand supporting him. And dangling in his right hand were their car keys. With one smooth movement, he threw keys at the windscreen and just as they hit the glass a blast of webbing glued them in place. And blocking their view of the hero lying in wait. "So what do we do now?" asked the other back seated felon.

The leader turned around to face them both and pointed to in incapacitated driver "Well, Mr. Observant here has got himself caught already; we can't get this web stuff off him even if we tried. Now, The Spider ain't no killer, so I say we make a run for it, at worst we get ruffed up, at best we get away. But either way, I think it's better than just sittin' here and waitin' for cops to show. Ok?" Both nod in agreement. "Ok, remember the rule, anyone who gets caught says nothing. Right? Good. Well guys, hope you make it. If not, see you on the inside." One last deep breath and all brace for the oncoming dash for freedom.

"Aaaannd, GO!" All three move together like choreographed dancers. Only to have their heads smack into the door windows. Nothing was said as it was quite apparent what had happened. Nearly all light had been stopped from entering the car and everyone had been stopped from exiting the car. Spider-Man had webbed the doors shut and covered windows to stop them breaking out. They all looked to each other; hoping one would have some sort of plan or idea about what to do now. Instead all possible hope was diminished as they heard police sirens drawing closer. Excepting their fate, they all fell back into their seats and gave a collective sigh.

Dark Carnage

01-01-2005, 12:54 PM

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With the cops at the scene, Spider-Man leaves, knowing they should be able to take it from here. He makes a quick stop to pick up his camera and continues on his way. Now fifty stories high, he's free. Peter Parker's troubles are for a short while, forgotten. He can feel more alive in these few moments when he leaves one webline and shoots another, than most people can in their entire lives. He's not reliant on anything, and nothing is relying on him. But these moments are too short and are often interrupted. Just like now, barely thirty seconds from leaving the sounds of sirens behind, his Spider Sense kicks in. The world slows to a crawl, the impending danger registers like a blip on a radar. It's coming from behind, fast, which seems to be the trend for attacks out of the blue. Without a thought, his reaction is already planned. He leans back slightly, brings his legs together while bending at the knee, straightens his arms a while bringing them behind him. He waits for seems like a few seconds, but is really a small fraction of that. "Wait for it, wait for it...NOW!" with this command ringing through his head he swings arms around to his head, leans back a little more and plants his hands on the oncoming object. In the same movement he kicks his legs up and pushes off, so he ends up above and out of danger. Looking down on threat as it sped toward the street below, a shock delayed his reaction.

Out of all the possible things that he thought could have been hurtling towards him this high up, it definitely wasn't this. The car full of robbers he left outside the bank, webbed doors and all, was now thirty odd stories high and heading towards a crash landing. He wanted to think this through a little longer, but he had already wasted too much time and people were in serious danger. He throws his hand forwards hoping to shoot a webline to somehow snag the car and stop it reaching the street. But before he has a chance to push his two middle fingers into his palm, his Spider Sense returns with a short clear message. DUCK! He lowers his head and feels a bullet barely miss his neck. "Where the hell did that come from!?" he thinks to himself. As he returned his attention to the car, he notices it's too late.

The car has reached ground level and hit another car, parked next to the sidewalk. Hitting with such speed it doesn't stop with just the other car, it flips over and crashes down the path where many pedestrians are walking. It was too quick for some, who are crushed like flies under a newspaper. Eight deaths in total, if you include the four robbers that would still be in the car. It's probably a good thing the windows were still covered in webbing; it's not going to be a pretty site inside. Spider-Man swings down to a reception of cries and screams, but they are all drowned out by his own confusion. "Where did the car come from? It would take some serious strength to throw the car from all the way back by the bank, and there are no reports of the likes of Hulk or Juggernaut being in the area. And that bullet, its trajectory suggest that it would have to had to been fired from a point of which is in thin air. Not to mention that it was a single shot, at a critical moment. Something strange is going on." He couldn't take any photos with all these people looking at him, so he leapt into the air, taking to a webline.

TheSlag

01-01-2005, 02:20 PM

Good job DC. Keep it up. :up:

Dark Carnage

01-01-2005, 02:37 PM

Thanks man, I'm not too confidence in my writing ability, but there's an idea in my head I just have to show to everyone.

It might be completely against continuity, I'm not sure. Or it could just be completely ridiculous. Only time will tell.

Dark Carnage

01-02-2005, 10:31 AM

3

He decided to go back to the bank and ask the cops what happened to the car. He landed on a rooftop facing the bank and noticed something strange, the cops were gone. "Ok, that’s a little weird. Maybe there’s special on doughnuts somewhere." Before he could make up his mind as to what to do next, his Spider Sense gave an ever so slight tingle that something was slowly heading towards his head from the right. Without looking, he raised his hand and pulled it out of the air. It was a paper plane, with the words "Open Me" written across both wings. He did so; the message on the inside said "This time, take me seriously." He looked around, but no one was to be seen. He screwed up the plane and said to himself "Well, that’s made me feel a whole lot better."

He was hoping that a little webslinging would make him feel better, but it didn't. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but, where's a mugger when you need one?" Hoping that leaving one hanging for the cops would relieve him of this nagging worry that had been pestering him since he read the note. "Who could it be? The way I talk when fighting; I'm surprised anyone thinks I take them seriously." He tried to list possibilities, but there were so many. And then his attention was grabbed by two men fighting down below.

He landed with a slight thud; the two men stopped and looked at him. Spider-Man stood legs bent and hunched over, "I know what you're thinking, why don't I look before I leap?" He raised his left foot and plucked out a small but sharp stone. "Y'know, I really should think about making the soles thicker. Maybe a little more padding. What do you think?" The men didn't know what to think. Spider-Man, the guy who is always on the front of the Bugle in some sort of battle with some super powered maniac, is stand here trying to sort out a traffic dispute.

"Anyone going to tell me what happened? Oh wait! Let me guess, he revved you at the lights, right?" With a slightly delayed response, one of the men replied "No, nothing like that. My car, for some reason, jumped off the ground sideways and crashed into the side of his car. And he thinks I did it deliberately. How am I supposed to make my car jump deliberately, in mid traffic? It’s a huge piece of crap, not a supped up low-rider." The other man turned to him and snapped, "Maybe your a mutant, I've seen the stuff they can do. Lifting a car off the ground isn't beyond some mutants."

And so they got back into the circle of argument. "I'm no mutant! And even if I were, what would I gain from smashing up our cars? And if I could lift things off the ground, don't you think I would do it to myself? And fly rather than drive?" Though his point was valid, it wasn't taken on board by the other man. But before he could start up again, Spider-Man tried to put and end to it "Right, ok, how about you both stop this, swap numbers and get moving instead of holding up traffic? Or I can simply throw your cars aside and let everyone through, your choice." They both gained pace in sorting the matter. And within five minutes were on they're way.

He hadn't let on, but Spider-Man felt something was odd about this accident. "His car just jumped?" he asked himself as he once again took to the air and swung around the streets. Rather than worry about something so small, he tried to brush himself off with a lame excuse, "Ahhh, it's hardly on the city wide scale of trouble. Chances are that guy was right. Probably was just some young mutant kid, who's just discovered their power and is having some fun. Probably time to take these photos of the robbery to the Bugle anyway." And with that he headed in the direction of his bread earner.

Dark Carnage

01-03-2005, 01:02 PM

4

After collecting the bit of money Jameson managed to pry out of his wallet, Peter Parker is now waiting outside a familiar cafe, waiting for his Wife. Collecting his thoughts, he is interrupted by an alarm going off not too far away, “Mary Jane shouldn’t be here for another ten minutes, should be enough to put an end to this.”

He slipped into a nearby alley and made the quick change from Parker to Spider-Man and was leaping from rooftop to rooftop before long. He found the place responsible for the noise, and noticed a person standing on its roof. Just waiting, waiting for him? His Spider-Sense wasn’t warning him of any danger, so he decides to take a closer look. He then realises he knows this person, not well, but he’s fought him before. If you can call it that, it was more of an embarrassing lesson in defeat. It was the loser himself, The Spot.

“Hello Spider-Man, you got here a lot quicker than I thought you would. I knew you’d get here eventually, but it’s only been a few minutes since I tripped the alarm and you’re already here. That’s impressive.” Spider-Man crosses his arms, “I happened to be in the neighbourhood, just lucky I guess.” The Spot walks a bit closer, “I have no intention of committing a crime upon this place. I have no need to steal at the moment. The last place I hit will do me over for quite some time.” Spider-Man asks the obvious question, “Well, what is all this in aid of then?” The Spot smiles, “I’m glad you asked, I simply wanted to get your attention, so I could say I’m sorry.”

Spider-Man raises his hands in a confused gesture, “Sorry for what? Wasting my time?” The Spot quickly answers, “No, no, no, well yes, but not for this. For being a worthless foe.” Spider-Man tilts his head slightly, “Right… I’m guessing there’s more in this apology for you than me, correct? I mean, it’s not like I care about you being who you are.” The Spot puts his hands into the two of the portal on his legs, using them like pockets, “You’re right, this is more for me than you. It’s something I need to get off my chest.” Spider-Man sits down and crosses his legs, “Could you make it quick? I’ve got somewhere to be.”

"Sure, ok, all my life I've accomplished everything I ever wanted to. Everything I was told I couldn't do, I did. No matter how impossible it seemed, I worked as hard as I could to prove them wrong." Spider-Man drops his head slightly and thinks to himself "I don't have time for this" but asks the question Spot wants to hear. "Who?" This is it, the gate Spot has wanted for so long, wanted so much to let everything out and he takes this chance. "EVERYONE! Everyone was against me, I don't know why, maybe it was because of my intelligence. Whatever it was, it excluded me. I wasn't bullied but I was never accepted." Spot stops for a moment, looks downwards and quietly laughs to himself. "Ok, there was one time I was accepted."

He raised his head again. "All year the guys had been trying their best to impress the best looking girl in school, hoping that when it came to the dance, they would be the lucky one. I also hoped that, and though I hadn't made any attempt to sway her choice, I did want to go to dance with her. And so I made it my goal to get to know her. Which I did, it took quite some time and a lot of effort, but she finally embraced me, she was fantastic. Perfect in fact. Beautiful, kind, caring, honest, loving. Perfect. So much so, she saw what everyone else couldn't. She saw me, the real me, not the guy who has to sit alone because everyone else has shunned him for an unknown reason."

"And so we went to the dance together, I could feel the envy, it was intense. But that's all I could feel, no respect, no acceptance, a little hatred. I think I could have dealt with that, because she was now the only person who I cared of what she thought of me." Spider-Man still sitting, lays down and uncrosses his legs, leaving his feet on the ground with his legs bent, "This is all very beautiful, but do I really need to hear it? Can't you just write a book about it? If you're lucky you might even sell a copy." Though Spot's eyes were completely white, it was easy to see he wasn't impressed. "No, I need to tell you this, and you need to hear it." This was strange, for a guy who is known for being about as life threatening as a wart on the end of your nose, he was certainly sounding like one of the big boys.

"Everything was great for about six months, then she was killed, for being a mutant. I was crushed, depressed, and almost suicidal." Spot looks downwards and shakes his head "Heh, you know what stopped me? That was the time everyone decided I was their friend. Because the most popular person in school turned out to be a Mutant, and I wasn't, I was somehow now more worthy of their acceptance. Like I needed them to get over the fact that I had touched a mutant. Even though it didn't bother me. But can you believe that, it only took the death of the most important person in my life to be accepted by everyone else. But from then on, my curse was lifted. I was never an outsider again; I was never pushed aside like I was nothing. That was until I met you."

"When it came to my job, everyone looked up to me, I was at the top and I liked it. Then this happened, which I don't regret. However, when I was defeated by you, I was right back in school again. You refused to accept me as a valid threat." Spider-Man's mask and body position remain constant, but it's obvious he's raising an eyebrow "But you weren't." Spot smiles "How true, like I said I was back in school, but this time not only was I being refused acceptance, but I was doing a little of that myself. To my powers. As soon as I got them I thought I knew everything about them. I was unwilling to accept the fact that I didn't know the first thing about them. And now, after spending countless hours dedicated myself to respecting and learning about them, I am here to make you accept me as the threat I really am. To prove to you I'm no longer the loser you think I am."

And just as Spot has finished saying that Spider-Man's head began to buzz with a furious rage, he pushed himself off the ground with his feet as fast as he could and noticed something fly past, it was another car. It flew over the edge and crashed into the street below, taking out the front of a small shop. Spider-Man spun backwards and landed crouched with a realisation, "It was you!" An unsettling smile had fixed itself on Spot's face, "Well, duh! Think it was a coincidence I just happened to show up on the day you’re nearly hit by a car in mid air?”

Mr.Webs

01-07-2005, 01:25 AM

So far..it's awesome.:D

I've always thought The Spot was vastly underated.:o :D

Dark Carnage

01-07-2005, 05:09 PM

Well, then hopefully you're in for a nice surprise.

But I feel you're being too kind. I mean I did ask you to give it a read.

Only problem is, it's going to be a lot of "Spider-Man this, Spot that." If you can tolerate reading that it should be good.

I'll give you a rest though and post the next bit up tomorrow.

Mr.Webs

01-07-2005, 07:36 PM

No, if it sucked, I'd tell you the truth.:o

But thankfully it doesn't suck, so neither of us have to go through that argument.:D :up:

Dark Carnage

01-08-2005, 07:37 PM

5

Four portals opened up beside Spot, two on each side and out stepped four masked men. One of them put one foot forward and pointed at Spider-Man "Betcha you thought you were pretty clever, eh? Leavin' us there trapped in our own car for the cops." Spider-Man is shocked for a moment, but tries to remain unphased "Ahhh, so that's where that well timed bullet came from." The Spot laughs to himself "My, my, you are a sharp one." Spider-Man tilts his head slightly and asks "But what did you do with the cops?" Spot points to their location "They're quite safe, going to take them quite a while to get back to the station though, being in the middle of the Hudson River and all."

Spider-Man's friendly tone drops significantly "They're safe, can't say the same for those who were killed thanks to your little power display earlier. Plus that shop you just took out. Let's just hope no one got hurt that time." Spot brings his right hand to his chin and looks downwards, "Yes that was an unfortunate result. If only you had stopped it." Spot smiled knowing all too well that he had made sure it wasn't possible for Spider-Man to stop it reaching the ground. "But enough with the talk, let's get this thing started." He then looks to the lead gang member, standing to his right and holds out his hand. The gang member then gives him one of his guns. Spot then gives an encouraging nod, "In your own time."

Each of the men run at Spider-Man guns pointed forward and ready to fire. The shoot as they run, getting closer and closer, making it less distance for the bullets to travel and less time for Spider-Man to react. But it doesn't make any difference, in a twisting flash of red and blue, they are all scattered on the ground at Spot's feet. "What were you thinking?" Spider-Man asks in his usual joking manner "Didn't you realise I dodge bullets on a daily basis? Or do those portals send your brain to another dimension as well? I hope you notice the irony of this, you talk about proving yourself, but you’re using other people to do it." Spot's face displays a sense of false disappointment "Of course I realised that, I may not be the most feared villain in New York... yet, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid." In an instant the four unconscious thieves fell into portals that appeared underneath them, and as soon as they closed, four new ones opened and they were fired at Spider-Man like bags of sand.

Firing a webline to each of them, he then ducks and allows them to pass over him and the edge of the building. He holds on and lets the momentum pull him over the edge as well. As he falls he shoots another webline back against the building and swings down to the street. He drops them to the ground, covers them in a layer of webbing to make sure they stay put, then jumps up onto the wall and quickly crawls to the top to face Spot again. Spot is still confidently waiting with his arms crossed. "So, manage to get them all?" Spider-Man blows on the end of his fingers and rubs them on his chest "Please, it's not like I've only been doing this for a week. But I have to say this is a step up for you. Nearly killing your own men, I'm impressed. I thought for sure when I crawled back up here you'd be sobbing away like a little girl who lost site of her Daddy at the fair." Spot slowly closes his eyes and reopens them "Well then you must be easily impressed, because I haven't even begun to get started."

Silver Sable

01-08-2005, 11:38 PM

Your story is getting better! Keep going! :)

Dark Carnage

01-09-2005, 06:20 AM

Thank you.

I'll have the next bit up later today.

Dark Carnage

01-09-2005, 06:40 PM

6

Spot then raises his hand, still holding the gun he had taken from the gang member, pointing it directly at Spider-Man, aiming for his chest, "Ready?" Spider-Man looks around in a confused fashion "Didn't you see what just happened? Y'know, four guys with guns, me, their butts got kicked, ring a bell?" A smile crept up one side of Spot's face, "Oh I saw it, very funny. But this, this is going to be side splitter, literary."

And with that Spot brought the gun down to his side, opened a portal and shot a single bullet into it. He then closed the portal immediately, in that same instant two dozen portals surrounded Spider-Man. Each about five feet away from him. As soon as the portals formed, Spider-Man's Spider-Sense began to blaze like it did only once in a while. As the bullet came from one portal it flew right into another. For Spider-Man, dodging gunfire had become easy a long time ago, but that was when it was a rain of bullets from only a few directions. This one was one bullet coming from all directions at the same time. He was having perform so many manoeuvres at once, that rather than be the graceful acrobat everyone knew, he now looked like an uncoordinated mess of twists and flips. After what seemed like hours, the bullet's velocity had begun to drop, and as tired as he was, with the help of his Spider-Sense and extraordinary reflexes, plucked the bullet out of the air and fell the ground, exhausted.

The portals disappeared and Spot walked over, though still keeping a distance he crouched down and leant his elbows on his knees, "Wow! That was incredible. And you’re unharmed, well it seems the bullet grazed you a couple of times, I can see a few rips in your costume, but still that was pretty impressive. I now regret not having a video camera handy.” Spot pauses and turns his excited tone into a more serious one, “Now that was a little taster of what I intend to do. You see what happens when you finally stop neglecting things; I finally accepted that there was more to these powers than just opening portals. It's amazing how much you can improve yourself when you're completely dedicated to embracing your potential. Take this for example, I always thought I was limited to using the portals on my body, but wouldn't you know, I was wrong. And that's not the only thing I was wrong about, but you are going to have to wait to find out what I mean. I'll let you catch your breath and I'll see you in say, two hours? I don't know, but when I decide, I'll make it easy enough for you to figure out. See ya later." And with that, a portal open behind Spot, he walked into waving.

As it shut, Spider-Man clambered to his feet, still breathing rather heavily, "Well that was embarrassing, I feel like the Quarterback who just got taught a lesson by a Male Cheerleader. I hope no one saw that... oh wait, my camera did. Great, I need the money, but even I have enough pride not to sell them to J.J." He collected his camera and spent the next hour swinging around town thinking of just how much Spot has stepped up his game. "He's gone through a real personality change; maybe all those jibes finally got to him and made him focus. I guess I am really going to have to take him seriously."

It had been about an hour since Spot had disappeared, and Spider-Man was still hurting from the encounter. Sure he gained a few grazes, but it was his pride hurting the most. For a guy to takes on the hard hitters from time to time, being taught a lesson by Spot felt like a step backwards. Though really, this wasn't the Spot he had fought before, this Spot is focused, prepared and more importantly he now wants to prove something, which means he's desperate for recognition. This also means he's dangerous to everyone. He then lets go of the webline he is swinging from and falls a short distance to the building below.

Landing with a gentle ease, he walked to the edge and looks over the small section of city this building has in its view. A familiar voice came from his left "Ok, the scenery isn't bad, but the smell is infinitely better about 4 blocks down. Nothing smells quite like fresh donuts." Spider-Man turns to his right and notices the Spot's upper half poking out of a portal. "Oh yeah, keep your eyes open, the show is going to start in about twenty minutes. Be on your toes, see ya soon." And with that Spot drew backwards into the portal. Only the portal stayed open for a second too long. Something small flew out of the portal, and then it closed. Spider-Man's Spider-Sense started to go, it was a grenade.

The street below was too crowded to simply throw it, so he used his remaining web fluid to smother the grenade. It blew, but his webbing caught the explosion and for a short moment expanded into spiked balloon. And as fast as it began it was over, now it was just a mess of bubblegum like webbing with grenade fragments. "Twenty minutes, that should give me enough time to get home and grab some web cartridges." He then bounded across the rooftops making his way home.

Dark Carnage

01-12-2005, 09:03 PM

7

It wasn't far from the twenty minutes Spot spoke of, Spider-Man had got the cartridges he wanted and was now sitting on the side of the Empire State building, about half way up, looking for The Spot's signal. One of The Spot's portals opened up below Spider-Man, he looked at it expecting Spot's head to come peeping out, but instead it closed. Spider-Man then realised something, someone was falling.

He went into a dive and pushed down off the building as hard as he could. He managed to catch up to them, who turned out to be a young woman and got a hold of her. Though this hadn't left him much time, he looked for a decent place to shoot a webline, and was about to squeeze his palm when he noticed something. He must have fallen into another portal when he was looking for that webline anchor, because now, he was about two miles above the city.

The woman he had stopped from smashing into the ground had been holding onto him with all her strength, and she looked up at the sky as the building grew towards the clouds, then the buildings were gone. She turned her head to face the ground, and screamed at the top of her voice, right into Spider-Man's ear. Who then calmly replied, "Would you mind not doing that into my ear? Look, you're going to have to trust me on this, I'm going to nose dive and set up a net to catch you. But you have to stay falling in this area, don't try to move anywhere, just look down stay horizontal and stretch your arms and legs as much as you can. And just before you land in the net, turn over onto your back and you will be fine."

With that he took form and fell to the Earth like an Olympic diver. Racing towards the ground, he wondered if he should have thought this through before rushing into it. But the time for that was over, he was now at even height with the skyscrapers and had to give this a go. Now between two of them he fired a webline to each, creating a double bungee. He brought his feet back to where they should be, preparing for the stop. The webbing continued to stretch and he was still heading pretty fast for the street below. With less than ten stories to go he finally began to feel a drop in his descent. As though he had planned it to a tee, he came to a stop and gently placed his feet on the ground. Letting go of the weblines before they pulled him up and threw him back into the sky.

And as quickly as his fingers extended, his two middle fingers on each hand curled back into his palm. He began to fire more weblines, creating a large net for the woman to land safely in. Who was arriving just on time. It was now up to her, there was no time to do anything, On the outside Spider-Man was standing confident in his work, waiting for the inevitable moment where everyone would realise he knew what he was doing. But on the inside, Peter Parker was one of the bystanders, unable to help and fear pouring through his body.

She was mere feet from the web; it looked like she was about to land on her front. This wasn't good, there is a chance going at her speed she will break her neck and back. But like a pro, she spun at the very last moment and landed perfectly on her back in the very centre of the net. She was fine, and the slight stickiness was enough to hold her in place and make sure she didn't fly off and continue her plummet to the ground. After the web had returned to it's original state after all the stretching from the impact and had stopped bobbing up and down, Spider-Man placed her safely on the street, leaving her to return to her life and while he returned to his.

Mr.Webs

01-23-2005, 01:01 AM

Come on, what happened to the other chapters?:D :up:

Dark Carnage

01-23-2005, 07:37 AM

I'd actually given up hope of people reading this.

But I put the next bit up later today.

I'm still not sure how I go about ending this.

Dark Carnage

01-23-2005, 07:56 PM

8

Climbing to the top of the closet building, he looked around to see if Spot was leaving a calling card, "Now I must say, that was very impressive. I wasn't sure if you would be able to pull it off. But hey, I underestimate you, you underestimate me, it's a viscous cycle." Without even looking in Spot's direction, Spider-Man kicks behind him, hoping to catch Spot in the chin and knock him out cold, putting this to an end before it goes any further. But unlike him, he misses. "C'mon, do you think I would stand right behind you? Give me a little credit, I'm not stupid, I used to be a scientist you know." He wasn't lying; he had simply placed a portal behind Spider-Man and another over his mouth and spoke into it. He was actually standing about thirty feet away. The portals closed and they both just looked at each other.

"Why? Why did you bring that innocent woman into it? I thought this was YOU, proving your worth to ME! Where did she come into it!?" Spider-Man barks furiously. Spot tilts his head to the right, "Err, because she's an innocent. Everyone knows the only people taken seriously by the likes of you, are those who put people in danger. Any law breaker who doesn't want to hurt people is never taken seriously. It's like an unwritten law." Spider-Man tries to end it now, "Ok, you win; you're now a legitimate threat. I'm now going to stop you and take to the police station. Ok?"

Spot begins to laugh "Hahaha, over!? Don't insult me, I've put one innocent person in a life threatening situation and you think I'm just going to stop because you give me an unfelt statement of acceptance. I don't think so. I've been planning this confrontation for months. I've spent more hours than I can remember practicing with my powers so they could reach their zenith. This doesn't stop until either I'm dead or I get that same sentence you just said, but filled with fright, terror, fear and a new found respect for me. And I don't think you're the killing type, so it seems option two is the most probable."

Spider-Man takes a stance of preparation, "Well, that sounds exciting and all, but it's kinda my job to stop those types of things from happening. So, no hard feelings?" Barely finishing the word he leapt forward and fired two weblines, but Spot had counted on this and opened two portals, the weblines sped off into oblivion. "If you really want me to think you've accepted me as a worthy opponent, you're going to have to stop treating me like I'm stupid." Spider-Man lands with his legs slightly bent, "I have, just testing your reaction speed." Spot smiles, “Interesting.”

fever red

01-30-2005, 09:38 PM

Fun- I'm enjoying this. You'll be hard-pressed to have Spidey win convincingly, however- set up a trap? That's the bad thing about creating a dilemma in a story- you have to get one step ahead of yourself and solve it, too. It's good and you've got this reader "on your side," as they say. I'm predisposed to like whatever direction you take this in.

Dark Carnage

01-31-2005, 05:24 AM

Thanks for that.

I've had an idea of how to finish it for quite a while, it's just that I think it could be a lackluster one. However, I'm glad people are enjoying this, but really my intention was never to write a good story. All I really wanted to do was show how The Spot, who nearly everyone considers a joke villain, has the potential to become a serious player in Marvel.

And I didn't realise it had been that long since I last posted, I'll put the next part up tonight.

Dark Carnage

01-31-2005, 07:03 PM

9

Both wait a moment, trying to guess the other’s next move. The Spot’s face suddenly has a burst of remembrance. “Oh, I have something I want to show you. Street level, now.” Spot opens a portal beneath him and descends into it. And rises from the floor of the sidewalk below. Spider-Man takes the less dramatic approach and simply crawls down the side of the building. Just under two stories high he pushes off the wall, somersaults and lands into a crouched position, without any indication of effort. The people walking by started to step into the road so they could stay clear of any danger. Some even noticed them and started walking in the opposite direction.

He walks over to Spot, slightly cautious, “Well, what is this thing you have to show me?” Though Spot keeps his distance, it’s easy to see his face is lit up with pride, “Ok, so in my time training for all this, I found a nice little trick. I performed earlier; you saw the result but didn’t see me do it.” Spider-Man jumps in, “And now I’m going to see you do it. Great, just little problem, I’m not sure what the result is I saw.” Spot points to the road, heaving with traffic, “Ok, keep an eye out for a familiar site.” And with that a car jumps a couple of feet into the air and crashes onto the bonnet of another. Now the result is recognisable, as if it were scripted Spot knew the next words that would come out of Spider-Man’s mouth, “So you caused a car accident, one how, two why is that meant to impress me?”

Spot answers the questions just like he had gone through it a thousand times, “Ok, one, I found out that I can control the exit speeds of anything that enters any of my portals. I open a portal underneath the wheels of a car, the wheel falls in, I push it out and presto, the car jumps and smashes into the other car. And two, the reason you should be impressed is because, on a grander scale, it allows me to do this.” Every car that was driving down that street suddenly jumped in every and all directions. Some missed each other by mere millimetres, while others smashed directly into each other thirty feet above the ground and came crashing down together. “See, that’s also how I managed to… “Throw”… those cars at you earlier.”

It only lasted a few seconds, but the destruction was unbelievable and the amount of deaths was anyone’s guess. “Think I could give Magneto a run for his money?” asked Spot in a self impressed manner. Though covered by his mask, Spider-Man’s jaw was almost unhinged, “Why did you do that!? What did that accomplish!?” Spot turns to face him, looking almost disappointed, “Surely you know? Have you forgotten my mission already?” Spider-Man’s mind is clouded with rage, “But that was just stupid. It was pointless, mindless slaughter!” Spot feels insulted, “Pointless, far from it. You’re beginning to realise just how much I’ve grown. And mindless, that's an insult. Do you have any idea how much concentration that took? I bet I used my mind more in these last few moments, than you do in an entire year.”

Spider-Man decides that Spot has only just begun and is building to something big, so he’s going to have to take him out now. A nicely placed strike to the jaw and Spot will be down for the count. Only problem is, getting him to catch some Z’s isn’t the problem is, he’s going to wake up some time and how do you restrain a man how can hop into another dimension? The answer to that will have to wait, Spot had noticed Spider-Man was preparing an assault and was ready.

DarkHellRider

02-02-2005, 10:11 AM

WOW (jaw droppes thru the floor) this is amazing you could sell this for real you should so write scripts for comics or the new spider-man movies

DarkHellRider

02-02-2005, 10:13 AM

please please continue the story

Dark Carnage

02-02-2005, 10:48 AM

Whoa! that's quite a complement. :eek:

Thank You.

I'll get the next bit up later.

Dark Carnage

02-03-2005, 07:39 AM

10

There was but maybe twenty feet between the two and Spot feeling defensive, had littered the path with portals, “I know what you’re thinking; I’d be planning the same thing if I were you. But because I know what you’re thinking, I know what I’m going to do to prevent it.” The portals begin to move together and before long were flying around in a circular pattern. Three sets of a six portals spinning around like rotors on a jet engine. As they all spun together clockwise, each individual was spinning counter clockwise, “Isn’t this interesting? The centre, the portal itself can’t cause harm to anything, but the edges, who knows. And going at this speed, the edges could be like a finely made katana blade effortlessly slicing through a silk shirt. Or they could not, let’s find out together shall we?”

Spot was ready to start showing off with his new toy, and Spider-Man was wondering how to get around them, when both of their concentrations were interrupted by something you wouldn’t expect to find in a war zone. “Spider-Man! Spider-Man!” shouted a young boy, no older than seven, running down the street. It looked like a hurricane had just passed by, yet this child was oblivious to it because his hero was within his sight. Spot begins to laugh, “Ho-oh-oh my, this is so perfect I couldn’t have even planned it.” Spider-Man is hit by a cold chill, like falling into the freezing waters of the Antarctic, “Has Spot descended that far into madness?”

Spot turns his head to the right, but keeps his eyes on Spider-Man, “Watch your step kid, if you fall there’s no telling where you might land.” The sentence spoken, the implication made, now taking its physical form, directly in the path of the boy who was but just a few feet away, a portal opened on the ground. Spider-Man was on autopilot, no thoughts just actions. He leapt as fast as he could into the air and over the spinning portals. The boy had kept his eyes locked on Spider-Man and wasn’t even looking at the floor, his right foot left the ground for the final time before plunging into the darkness.

He couldn’t see anything but the boy, like everything else was Gray, while the boy shone vibrantly in colour. His arms extended to their fullest, trying desperately to make the distance between him and the boy as short as possible, every millimetre was vital because it had a direct effect on how much time he had. He watched as the boy’s balance left him as he stepped into the portal. He was watching himself fail again, how could he go on if this child right in front of him, had his life ripped away when he was so close to saving him?

But then, like flying into a space to small to fit through, he noticed he had been stopped dead in mid air, he had fallen into a trap. His arms, about half way up his biceps, were in two of Spot’s portals, he tried to pull his arms out of the portals, but for some reason he couldn’t, it was impossible.

He looked down to see the boy hadn’t completely fallen into the portal. In fact, Spot was helping him out, “Ok, now be a good boy and go back to you’re Mother, is that her over there, crying?” The boy looks down the street, the way he had run from and saw his Mother in a panic filled state, “Why is Mommy crying?” Spot removes the portal placed on his face, to reveal his human self, “Mommy thinks you could be hurt, she doesn’t see you over here. So she doesn’t know you’re ok and is really worried about you.” The boy looks as though he’s now about to cry, “But I only wanted to see Spider-Man.” Spot smiles, “I know, but Spider-Man is a bit busy at the moment, but next time you see him, make sure you stay near you Mom when you call him, because Spider-Man might be chasing a bad man.”

The boy looks up at Spider-man who can’t do anything and then back at Spot, “Are you a bad man?” Spot smiles, “No kid, I’m not bad, not anymore.” He then looks up at the incapacitated Spider-Man and smiles, “In fact, I’d say I’m pretty good.” Bringing his eyes back to the boy he says, “Ok now, you go back to your Mom.” “Bye Spider-Man!” The boy runs towards his Mother while looking backwards and waving to them both.

fever red

02-03-2005, 09:12 PM

Awesome; I loved the coldness of Spot mentioning the edges of the portals as an unknown factor, speculating that they might cut like Katanas- scary- but how the hell will you get Spidey out of THIS jam? Caught in two portals- and Spot could concievably close them, severing his arms...
__I'm convinced that Spot should get a rethink at Marvel!

Dark Carnage

02-08-2005, 05:31 PM

11

Spot’s face returns to its hidden state and now his attention is completely returned to Spider-Man, “I can’t believe you fell for that. Now either I’m a better actor than I thought, or you are really starting to develop some sort of fear of me.” Spider-Man responds not amused, “Why wouldn’t I think that you were going to kill the kid, it’s not like your antics have been death free so far.” Spot’s nods in agreement, “Ok, I can’t deny that people have died today because of me, but I didn’t exactly murder them. I had no intention of killing them specifically, they just happened to be in the way.”

Spider-Man can’t believe this is meant to be his excuse, “In the way!? These people were going about their daily lives; it’s not like they jumped in front of those cars is it?” Spot smirks, “Yeah, but do cities jump in the way of tornadoes? No, they just happen to be in the path the tornado is heading in. But let’s end this useless debate now because it could go on forever. Perhaps you would like to know why and how you’re stuck in mid air?” Spider-Man replies in a monotonous fashion, “Oh please do, the anticipation is killing me.”

Spot grins but shows a slight sign of frustration, “You see, I didn’t completely fill you in on my new abilities.” Spider-Man looks at each of his trapped arms and then back at Spot, “Really! I never would have guessed.” Spot sighs loudly, “I bet no one ever gets tired of your sarcasm do they?" Leaving a small pause before continuing. "Like I said, I can increase the speed of things passing out of my portals, but also I can pull them in or hold in place, as you are experiencing. I was planning this for a later, but that kid made it so easy I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.”

Then the sounds of Police sirens could be heard steadily getting nearer. Weaving slowly through a sea of smashed cars, they finally pulled up and jumped out, “FREEZE! Put your hands on your head, get down on your knees and lay flat on the ground.” Spot, looks at them as they are nothing but a mere annoyance, “It’s ok, nothing to worry about, you can go now.” Not taking kindly to this, the cop in charge reaffirms his order, “I said, place you hands behind your head, get down on your knees and lay flat on the ground!” Spot also takes offence to being told what to do, “And I said, GO AWAY!” The cop takes the only route available, “If you do not get down o the ground, I will be forced to shoot you.” In just one word, Spot displayed the anger already starting to rise inside, “Fine.”

Spot casually walks towards them, but stops for a moment and turns back to face Spider-Man, “Hmmmm, they’re going to fire bullets…” leaving it open for Spider-Man to see the obvious underlying relevance to what happened earlier, “No! Don’t shoot, don’t shoot!” But seeing as this was Spider-Man speaking, and not Captain America, the police weren’t that trusting. It might have something to do with Jameson using him as the default reason for everything wrong in the city, but whatever the case, the cops weren’t listening. Spot continued to walk towards them, he then slowly reached behind his back with his right arm and then quickly flung it out in front of him with his thumb and index finger extended, "Bang!" A mass collection of guns firing roared through the street.

Every cop who shot in that moment was dead, and Spot looked most pleased, “One small portal inside the barrel, one small portal next to each of their heads. Pretty clever eh? And technically, I didn’t kill them, they shot themselves. I told them to leave, but they insisted on staying and even more so on firing their guns.” Spider-Man remains silent in shock, these men put their lives on the line every day without any special powers and in the end taken down by their own gun’s. Thanks to a weirdo with an inferiority complex. He fruitlessly tries to free himself again even though he knows he won’t be going anywhere.

fever red

02-08-2005, 08:56 PM

Hooooooo, d@mn!
__That was scary...I didn't know if the bullets would be redirected to the cops or to Spidey.
__Why doesn't he p!ss himself?! Ever wonder that? I sure as hell would.

Dark Carnage

02-09-2005, 03:46 AM

Funnily enough, that was one of the very first ideas I had when thinking about how he could improve the use of his power.

I made a thread asking if people wanted to see Ultimate Spot (http://www.superherohype.com/forums/showthread.php?t=79152) and used it as an example there. I forgot I said that Spot was dead, but to be honest I'm not sure. I just heard that he died, and not even in a Spider-Man comic.:down

DarkHellRider

02-10-2005, 08:52 AM

If I can Remember correctly In the Cartoon Spot did not die he just got sucked into one of his portals while trying to close it to keep it from destroying the world and the girl he loved.

Dark Carnage

02-10-2005, 09:26 AM

Yes, in the cartoon he didn't die, but I heard that the comic one did.

I think he was killed in a Fantastic Four issue, though I don't really know.

Perhaps a thread in the Marvel Comics board might help.

Dark Carnage

02-15-2005, 05:34 PM

12

Spot then looks over to the groups of portals still spinning in the place he left them. “Oh dear, as lucky as that kid was, he’s had an undesired effect on the way I go about continuing this.” There should have been a light bulb above his head at this point, it was clear an idea has sprung to mind. “Wait a minute; I think I’ve got it.”

Spot’s face is almost engulfed by the self satisfied smile fixed upon it, “Ok, what’s worse than a hero trying and failing?” not even giving Spider-Man time to answer, Spot continues, “Give up? How about, being utterly unable to help in any way? Being absolutely helpless. Surely, that must affect a hero worse than anything else. Not being able to do what you do, it’d drive you mad.” He brings the spinning portals over to his side, “I could be wrong, but I think we should give it a go.”

The first set is sent flying off into the upturned traffic. Slicing through the cars like there was nothing in their way. Spot then looks towards Spider-Man placing a child like look of guilt on his face, “I have to admit, I was lying when I said I didn’t know if the edges were dangerous. Its true when I said the middle, the actual portal itself can’t harm anything. I can pull, push and hold anything with any force, but can’t destroy it in anyway and the inner edge is harmless, until the portal closes.”

Spot then breaks his explanation to feed his ego, “I could easily slice off you’re arms here and now, but crippling you isn’t my goal. So you don’t have to worry about trying to swing home without the use of your arms. Decapitation isn’t my style, it seems that those with the strength in the body tend to favour that. Maybe there’s a connection, those with the power of the body attack the body, while those with the power of the mind attack the mind? I’ll have to think about that later.”

Spot looses himself for a moment, before shaking his head back to reality, “Err where was I? Oh yeah, the outer edge is a different story. Because it is neither this dimension nor the other, anything it touches is for the moment, held between the two. So when I open a portal on the ground the particles around them are pushed aside and held in place. So when I close the portal, they are pulled back into their original position.”

Spider-Man noticed the spinning portals heading back towards Spot, but he wasn’t looking. And they were heading at him fast. But being connected to them, Spot didn’t need to look. They came to an immediate stop just a few feet from him, Spot points to them, “But when the portals are moving, especially as fast as these, the particles are smashed out of the way, and scattered all over the place. This means it acts as a universal cutting tool. How cool is that!? And just think, if it wasn’t for your ridicule, I wouldn’t have taken the time to find this out. This means, in a way, you’re responsible for this. Aren’t you proud?”

Spot turns his attention back to the street filled with destruction, “Actually, that was so cool; I’m going to see what three of them can do.” He fires all three sets of the spinning portals into the street and though he was connected to them, it appeared controlling all three sets was still a bit of a challenge for him. As they didn’t stray too far from each other. They remained at a constant height and swept across the road cutting through every car that was in their line of fire, glass, metal and rubber flew into the air like blades of grass from a lawnmower.

They began to return to him but for some reason stopped suddenly, broke their bond and scattered slightly from each other, then all closed at the same time. Spot pauses for a second, looking almost confused, “I, err, actually there’s no point in me doing this. All those people in those cars are probably dead. And seeing as you can’t save a dead person, it doesn’t really cause you any personal torment, right? Plus I’m contradicting myself aren’t I? I said I don’t do decapitation and look what I’m doing, uhhhh, I mean, like I said they’re cutting tools, even if there are people alive in those cars, I just killed them.” Spot stares at the ground for a moment, he brings his right hand up to chest height and squeezes it into a fist before lowering it back to his waist.

He turns back to face Spider-Man, who was watching Spot and has for a brief moment stopped struggling to free himself. Spot watches him for a few seconds and smiles. He then slowly descends into a portal under his feet, and rises out of another above the automobiles he destroyed using his new holding ability as a way to make a platform for him to stand on, “I think it’s time to cut him loose, the humiliation will be felt more if he doesn’t have his bondage as an excuse.”

fever red

02-15-2005, 08:34 PM

Wow- I like how you have him becoming confused...possibly conflicted? Possibly a little uneasy with what he's done?

DarkHellRider

02-22-2005, 09:31 AM

please keep going this is really getting good

Dark Carnage

02-22-2005, 10:36 AM

Yeah, sorry about the extended waiting periods, but I'm not that far ahead with the writing.

When I made the first post I was pages ahead, but then I kept forgetting to continue it and now you've almost caught up with me. :o

I'll try to get the next bit up tonight.

Dark Carnage

02-23-2005, 03:56 AM

13

Spider-Man pulls his arms with all his might, nearly on the brink of tearing his muscles, he feels them withdraw from the dark holes. His left arm leaves a moment before his right, making him lose his concentration for a second and he falls into a spin. Hitting the ground with his back he immediately flips to his feet and leaps to Spot with all intent to put an end to this.

Only mere feet from Spot, Spider-Man waits for him to open a portal and throw something out at him. The portal opens and he thinks to himself, “They all do it, they all find something new, but become predicable about using it. Probably another car, which makes this next part all routine, Spider-Sense goes off, I place hands on hood, flip over, plant Spot in the kisser and it’s all over.” But it wasn’t a car; instead he’s met with a couple of tons of pressurised water.

Not being able to push his way out of it, he’s forced back into the ground. Crashing into the side of an upturned car. Coughing up some water into his masked, he gradually climbs to his feet, using that same car to help himself up and noticed a few fish flapping around on the ground, “That’s my next question answered.” Spot just about hears him speak and decides to jump in and indulge himself in explaining how Spider-Man was made the fool. “You’ve no doubt guessed where the water came from, but did you know its right from the bottom of the river. Lot’s of pressure. I’ve had a portal waiting down there the whole time we’ve been doing this little dance. Though I put the hold on it, so no water passed into it until I needed it to, like just now. And don’t think it’s just there, I’ve got a load of these beauties scattered all over the place, just waiting for me to use them.”

Spider-Man tries to buy a little time by getting Spot to keep talking, “So not only do I have to worry about cars flying at me from any direction, or even jumping off the ground in a wave of destruction. But now I have to worry about blasts of water throwing me around at any moment.” Spot laughs, “Oh yeah, any moment.” And déjà vu strikes again, Spider-Man is once again surrounded by portals. The two dozen formation that introduced him to the criss-crossing bullet from earlier had returned, “Oh just great.” Only this time, it was twenty four bursts of dirty salt water. So much water all pushing to the same position, Spider-Man was forced right into the middle, leaving little space for air.

He had been holding his breath for quite some now and was starting to worry. Using his sticking ability he pulls himself across the floor and pushes his face into a space where the water was not pouring. He starts to take in deep breaths and lose that feeling of panic when you know you can’t hold your breath any longer. And just as he feels the relief he’s blasted in the face by more water from a newly opened portal, and he’s right back where he started. He moves his position to another open space to breathe, but every time he fills his lungs with fresh air, his supply is vanquished by yet another portal. This happens until every single section of open air is replaced by gushing water. Of all the ways he thought he could die, drowning in the middle of a street wasn’t even a consideration.

But then it just stops. He takes in desperate deep breaths, becoming dizzy from the huge rush of oxygen after such a lack of it, he stays on his hands and knees until he’s feeling normal again. Spot points out something he’s very proud of, “I could have killed you there? You know that?” Spider-Man knows it all too well, “So is that it? You could have killed me, you’ve proved your point, can all this end now?” Spot brings his left hand up to his chin and begins to rub his finger up and down his jaw, “Well, it’s true I’ve proven myself, there has been plenty of chances to kill you, but you know what? I’m still not hearing that fear in your voice. Without that, anything you say to me will feel empty. So no, this isn’t over.”

Dark Carnage

03-01-2005, 05:39 PM

14

Without a word and in the blink of an eye, Spider-Man spins around, grabs a car and throws it directly at Spot. Showing a new found sense of arrogance, Spot yawns and opens at portal to which the car flies into. He opens another and it flies back at Spider-Man and crashes into another car. He then closes both portals, only to be met with a slap of webbing to the face. He releases the hold on his feet and pulls himself quickly into the portal. Which was lucky because Spider-Man was so close to ending this fight. Had Spot panicked and remained standing on his portal, he would have been blinded by the webbing and taken a clean shot to the jaw.

Spider-Man begins to wonder, “How long will he be? He’s not strong at all, he could have to wait until the webbing dissolves before returning.” Just as he’s thinking that, he feels something light and limp land on his right shoulder. It was his webbing, he turns around to find Spot had removed it from his face. Slightly surprised he just had to ask, “How did you manage to get this off?” Spot, like a magician revealing the secret to a famous trick, he just has to tell him, “Simple really, I just moved a few of the portal on my body to my face, and with nothing to stick to, it just fell off.” Unknown to Spot, this had gotten an idea brewing in Spider-Man’s brain.

But before he could put his plan into action he was interrupted by something coming in from behind. This wasn’t another attack by Spot, in fact it was quite the opposite; it was help. He turned his head to see a plane of some sort in the distance, The Avengers, Fantastic Four, X-Men; it could have been any of them. However as much as help would usually be appreciated, this time it was the last thing he needed. Spot also noticed this, and began to panic, “No. No! Me and you, nobody else.” He dropped into a portal and reappeared on top of a building not too far from the plane. “I doubt the Hudson has got what it takes for this, guess I have to go with the Ocean.”

With a sign of strain on his face he quickly opens a large portal, just feet from the plane and as it grew, so did the size and power of the blast of water that poured from it. Engulfing the plane and pushing it to the ground, sliding along knocking cars aside. Those inside could feel responsible for anyone who got hurt, but that could be put down to the tons of water than continued to pour onto the street. People swept away like bugs by a low river that quickly took form in the street. For a moment he blinks rapidly and shakes his head, “Well, well that should keep them busy.”

He turns around to see an air born Spider-Man ready to strike, with very little time to react, Spot gathered all the portals on his face to his jaw. Spider-Man threw his punch, but his fist past right though Spot’s chin, “Oooo a swing and a miss. Good job really, you don’t know that knocking me out would close the portal. If it did, you win. If it didn’t, then what? You’d need a really big cork to plug that hole.” Spider-Man holds that thought for a few seconds realises he’s right. All this time he’d been going for the knockout when it could have just made things worse. Then using one knuckle, he aims for a white space and jabs Spot in the stomach, “Close it, now.” Spot is briefly winded and drops to his knees, not even looking up at him, “Ok, ok.”

But in an instant he pulls himself into a portal that opens beneath him. Spider-Man looks up at the raging water pouring onto the streets below. But then, it gradually shrinks down in size until it closes. “Oh, he actually did it.” However, as soon as this happened, the sky started to darken. Spot had begun to open a mass of small portals creating a large dome. Stopping anyone from anyone entering or exiting for about a mile all around, “Oh great, what now?”

lokifan

03-03-2005, 03:41 PM

Wow! This is getting better and better! Have you figured out an ending yet? I write myself, and I have a habit of getting so far and then being like, 'what now?' Don't do that to us, OK? We want a proper ending!!!!

Dark Carnage

03-03-2005, 05:47 PM

Yeah, I do have an ending planned. It won't be anything mind blowing, but I think it's probably the only way it can end.

Oh and I happen to be from Luton, I pop over to St. Albans every now and then to go to Chaos City.:up:

lokifan

03-04-2005, 05:19 PM

How weird!!! I might actually know u -- loads of kids @ my skool live in Luton.

Dark Carnage

03-04-2005, 05:23 PM

Not likely, I'm 21. So I don't go to school. :D

Though I am still at college. :(

I'll see about getting the next part up tomorrow.

Dark Carnage

03-06-2005, 04:16 PM

15

He returns his attention to the street where Spot is recovering, a quick jump, a swing and they’re back to their stand off positions. Spot is still crouched trying to breathe normally, “I suppose you want to know why I’ve sectioned us off? Well for one, I don’t want any interference, but mostly it’s going to make this a lot more fun.” Seeing the obvious, Spider-Man asks, “And by fun, you mean more dangerous.” Spot gently laughs joking as though some great secret had been uncovered, “Ok, you got me. Yeah dangerous, but not to us, only everyone else. You see, the side of those portals facing outwards are all connected to one single portal. And that one portal is sitting directly above an active volcano.”

“I have no idea when it’s going too erupted, only that geologists predict it’s any time soon. And seeing as its Mount Etna, there’s going to be a lot of lava.” Spider-Man stares at the ground in disbelief, then raising his head he looks at Spot, “This is madness, you take out a whole section of the city. What would that accomplish, I’ve already said you’re a threat and…” He stops, something about the Spot’s body language catches Spider-Man attention, and then it all fits into place.

“Actually, you know what? You’re never going to gain my respect. In any way, you can forget ever hearing the fear in my voice you seem to long for, because I’m never going to be afraid of you. I’ve always known just how potentially powerful your abilities could become. And I’ve always had respect for them. But you, I can never respect you, you disgust me. You said you were a scientist, the dream of every scientist should be to better the world. Isn’t that what science is all about? Curing diseases, creating better technology, find as many ways as possible to save lives? In fact, your ability could be one of the biggest life savers ever. You could freely and instantly transfer food, water, clothes, medical supplies to the poorest places on Earth, but instead you waste it on trying to get a complete stranger to accept you. You’re pathetic.”

Spot’s face is filled with disbelief and he just stares towards the ground, “W-what?” Spider-Man turns around and walks in the opposite direction of Spot, “This is pointless, I’m going home.“, even though he knows the dome of portals won’t allow him to leave. Spot is now confused and angry, “NO! No, you will say it, I’ll make you say it, forget what I said about not killing you, if that’s what it takes for you to recognise me, then fine.” Squinting his eyes he open a large portal right in front of Spider-man, who then turns around to face Spot, “Does that even make sense? To make me recognise you, you're going to kill me? How does that work? Look, I’m not fighting you anymore and I’m not going to say it, so just close it and get lost.” Spot face now displays an evil smile while breathing deeply, “Lost, on this planet? No, that couldn’t happen. Though I do think it’s possible to get, lost in space.”

MC-117

03-13-2005, 07:58 PM

Some pretty cool stuff dude :up:

Dark Carnage

03-14-2005, 02:44 AM

Thanks, and great sig by the way.

Funnily enough you've giving your first reply just as it's coming to an end. It's decided and written, still not sure if it's a good ending but it's about the only way I could think to end it.

I'll probably put that up tomorrow.

Dark Carnage

03-17-2005, 03:45 PM

16

And once again, his Spider-Sense blares out the warning just a mere moment before Spot’s words reach their definition inside Spider-Man’s mind. In a short flash he’s crouched on the floor and the dormant portal turns into a giant vacuum. Everything that isn’t bolted down is drawn to the portal, mainly cars. Which in turn makes it difficult for him to stay stuck to the ground without being knocked out by a couple of tonnes of steel flying into his head. Moving to one side then crawling to the other, it’s like he is playing a game of Dodgeball with his life on the line. And not only does he have to continue doing this, but he needs to exploit Spot’s weakness that has become apparent.

“Is this it? This is the big trick up your sleeve? I gotta tell ya, I’m not impressed. Do you have any idea how many people have tried to remove me from something once I’ve stuck to it? It’s nearly impossible, so if you’re planning on me just being sucked from the ground and thrown into space, you’re going to need a lot more power that this.” Spot now feels stupid, Spider-Man was defying him without even trying, he was right back to where he started, the sound of a million people laughing at him rang through his head. “You said nearly impossible. But fine, if more power is needed, then more power I’ll use. “

He increases the portal so it spans three traffic lanes. It had slightly sunk into the ground and even started tearing chunks out of the road. Spider-Man crawls away from the portal as the cracks start to make their way towards him, and Spot finds this amusing, “Hahaha! Starting to fret? Worried that your trusted sticking power can’t handle it? Bet you wish you were in my shoes now don’t you? Don’t you wish you could just anchor yourself in place with a few portals and put a hold on your feet?” Spot has an idea, an idea so brilliant yet so obvious that he once again feels stupid for not seeing it sooner.

“Why should I wait for you to slip when I can make you make you?” He opens a portal under each of Spider-Man’s hands and feet, now with nothing to stick to, he leaves the ground and is pulled into the vacuum. Unsure if it will work, he fires a webline hoping it will reach something. It stubbornly pushes against the air flow and finds an attachment back on the ground, but for how long?

DarkHellRider

03-22-2005, 09:23 AM

so is that the end if it great work im glad that i got the chance to read it.!!!!!!!!

Dark Carnage

03-22-2005, 10:01 AM

One last chapter actually. And now that I know at least one person is still reading, I'll post it either later today, or tomorrow.

DarkHellRider

03-23-2005, 09:46 AM

you should repost this in the marvel comics thread there are tons of spidey fans in there they will love this. But like I said earlier if you read back I said you should write scripts i am dead serious. Or atleast try to sell this

Dark Carnage

03-23-2005, 10:24 AM

I can't really post this in the Marvel forum, it'd just get closed/moved/merged. And I really don't think I'm good enough to write scripts. As for selling it, practically impossible. Marvel wouldn't take the time to read this, I bet there are plenty of people who send them stuff everyday, which they take a glance and discard.

Thanks for the overly generous comments though.

I went out last night, so I'll post the last piece after I get in from work.

Dark Carnage

03-23-2005, 05:11 PM

17

It’s a good job he wears the mask, if not, Spot might have seen the moment of horror that flashed over his face when he felt his grip on the ground abandon him. He pulls himself back the ground and once again begins to drag himself away from the intense pull of the vacuum.

“Might as well stop this right here, I stick, you unearth me, I stick, you unearth me. It could go on for hours without either of us taking the higher ground. So you might as well take your pathetic self back to whichever dive you’ve been hiding in all this time, and let me deal with the REAL bad guys.” Spot was for some reason still breathing heavily and had begun to sweat quite furiously but those words hit him like a jackhammer, “Real? REAL!? I’ll show you real!”

Spot’s anger takes control and he expands the already giant portal. It grows to street size, pouring deeper into the ground and pushing itself into the buildings beside it. Spider-Man turns his head to look at the immense power it displays. The building sides are torn out easily, and chunks of the road and path continue to fly into it, and straight out into space. But something catches his eye, the portal is in a constant state of increasing and decreasing in size, “Come on, come on.”

He looks back at Spot who looks like he’s about to explode. “Hey Spot, nice try, you’re almost there, but I’m afraid this just isn’t going to cut it. And you were so close to pulling me in.” Gritting his teeth, he squints his eyes and squeezes his brow, the portal slowly pushes itself to a larger and larger size.

Then for a brief moment it has a sudden burst of growth, only to be halted by a painful scream. In all his months of training, Spot never took his abilities to the limits he had today, and it never occurred to him that he even had a limit. He never thought that every portal opened by his mind and not removed from his body, would take its toll. And though the effects had begun to manifest themselves throughout the battle, in both mind and body, Spot had been ignorant to them, thinking they were nothing worth worrying about. But Spider-Man knew otherwise.

Spot holds his head and instantly the portal closes. Spot steps onto the road and can barely keep himself upright. Light begins to reach the ground in mass. The portal dome starts to disappear and Spot is left standing alone in the middle of the destruction he caused, screaming as though his soul was being ripped from his body. With all portals closed, Spider-Man doesn’t even need to think. He bounds forward and smashes his fist into Spot’s face. It’s an instant knockout. But even knockouts don’t last very long.

Without leaving enough time for Spot’s body to even hit the ground, he sprints for the chemist in his view. Bursting in to the empty shop he frantically scans the shelves until he finds what he is looking for. Within seconds he back on the street and a disoriented Spot is coming to. He tears open the box, pulls off the cap, holds Spot’s nose and pours a liquid into Spot’s mouth. He quickly drops the bottle and uses that hand to cover Spot’s mouth. With little choice and still dazed so not thinking clearly, Spot instinctively gulps the liquid. “Urgh! What was that!?” Spot’s face is filled with disgust as he wipes the remains from around his mouth, and then he sees the label on the bottle. “Oh, damn. I hate that stuff.” Spider-Man puts his arm around Spot, “Yeah, but at least it helps you sleep.” And another blow strikes Spot’s chin, sending everything to darkness.

And it stays dark. For Spot is now recognised by everyone as the true threat he has become. He occupies a bed in The Vault, with a sedative constantly dripping its way into his bloodstream. His body has no choice but to succumb to the chemicals and remain in a permanent slumber. His mind however, is still filled with turmoil and torment. It fights fruitlessly to awaken the body, but only manages to stir a little movement and quietly push a few words through his lips, “He never said it.”

The End