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The first thing Eddie felt in his new life was rustling. He was moving, moving fast, through what he didnt know, then STOP. He was in a park, moving through brushes, standing over a pond. He looked at his (its?) reflection and saw something that wouldnt be out of place in a nightmare. Brock stifled a scream and took a closer look at himself. He had big teeth and a nasty jaw, but maybe
he began to peel the mandibles apart and saw his own familiar smile under them. Well, not so familiar
his teeth had elongated to match the needle-like jaws of his new armor, but aside from that
The armor, getting the gist of what he wanted, retracted the rest of the way from his face, leaving only a few goopy tendrils of blackness dotting his head. That was better. Now instead of the star of a Cronenberg movie, he just looked like something out of a bad episode of Star Trek. Apprehensively, he tugged at the rest of the armor to see if it could be removed. Spider-Man Parker, had done it. And anything Parker could do, Brock could do better and cheaper.
Why do you want to take me off? ran through his head. At first, Eddie thought it was just a stray thought, a random part of his internal monologue, then he realized it was the armor THING. He released his hold and the armor restored itself, once more flush against his chest. More thoughts cascaded through his head and Eddie felt like a one-man play, reading several different parts intended for different actors. He was Eddie and he was Peter and he was something else
Go get em, Tiger, a voice cajoled him, and he realized it was his own, the suits, both of them together.
Okay. Think think think think think think. He couldnt go around looking like this. He looked like like Spider-Man, only unmasked. And if there was one person he didnt want to be mistaken for, it was Spidey. Way ahead of you, chief. The armor retracted until it was under his normal clothes, like a pair of longjohns.
Who are you? Eddie asked the armor.
I dont know.
Who am I?
Youre Edward Brock Jr.
Well. That cleared things up. Eddie tried to get his bearings. He was in a park, sure. There was a tower in the distance; he walked towards that. There was a steep hill between himself and his destination. He felt not a tinge of exhaustion as he headed up it. Realizing the implications, Eddie broke into a run. The world blurred around him and he realized he never tired. The armor, whatever it was, was somehow replenishing him. Gatorade. Really black Gatorade that you wore. Imagine what you could do if you never got tired.
Gwen.
Mmmm nice thought. He rolled up his sleeve and checked out his bicep. Whatever sponginess had been there before was steadily being replaced by rock-solid definition. This armor thing just got better and better! Maybe he should pay Gwen a visit. What was it she had always said? He had no prospects? He thought the staff job would shut her up, but that had gone south (PARKER!) before he could tell her. But this this was so much better. He was a superhero!
Experimentally, Eddie raised his hand, curled it into a fist, and aimed at the top of the tower. He didnt know what he expected to happen a heat-ray, a missile, what but what DID happen was a strand of blackened webbing shot out of the armor and hit the tower, dead-on. Whooping with joy, Eddie swung around the tower like he was a tetherball, stopping when he ran out of rope and slammed against the wall. Even that didnt faze him. Punch-drunk, he stuck to the side of the tower on his hands and feet. He looked at them. The armor had given him suckers, like those of an octopus tentacles.
Okay. He got the gist. Spider-Mans trick was that he put on the costume and it gave him all his freaky abilities, like that Stark guy down in Chicago. And this suit Parker had put in the slush pile. Yes, Brock. Were rejects, you and I. Exiles. Outcasts. United together by common
Blah blah blah. Look, Brock told the armor angrily, you dont need to sell me on this. I am onboard, ALL THE WAY. Hey, Gweeeen
He kicked off the tower and sped over the park like a speeding bullet, towards a building. The armor flowed over him once more and he was the Cronenberg thing again. It took a little getting used to, but pretty soon he was web-swinging? Was that what Parker called it? Imaginative little twerp. But he was still lost. Setting down in an alleyway, Eddie retracted the armor again (that was SO cool) and set out in search of a map. His armor could commit it to memory. Hed never get lost again. And forget traffic, he could just swing over it!
Thats when he heard the sounds of a scuffle. Before, the old Eddie Brock wouldve walked right past it, afraid of being collateral damage. Maybe hide and try to take some pictures if it was especially juicy, but aside from that no. He was a superhero now. He had responsibilities.
Summoning up his best hero voice, Eddie walked over to the mugger and said Hey.
The mugger and his victim both looked at him. They were unimpressed. The victim screamed Dial 911! and the mugger hit him again. Well. That wouldnt do. Eddies hand lashed out, breaking the muggers bone at the forearm. The end of his arm flopped to the side in a way the human arm was never supposed to bend. Unsurprisingly, the mugger screamed.
Eddie drove his fist into the mans head with the force and speed of a bullet train. The muggers head simply disappeared in a red shower. Eddie saw a few chips of bone and brain on his hand as the body toppled. Experimentally, he licked his knuckles clean. Brains tasted weird. He shook the bone chips off and looked at the victim, who was now just screaming. On and on and on again. Some people didnt have the sense to know when they were saved.
Shut up, Eddie said, back-handing his save into unconsciousness. He was strong. Well, duh, of course he was strong. But how strong? Eddie thumped on the brick wall with a closed fist. Cracks rippled up it, finally exposing the entire first floor of the building to open air. Pretty ****ing strong!
Humming a cheerful tune, Eddie set out in search of a map. He ran into a little more trouble apparently he had resurfaced in a bad part of town but it was nothing he couldnt handle. Considering how many of these losers wouldve just been back on the street if hed been a wuss like Parker and turned them into the police, he was definitely a more efficient crimefighter than old Spider-Man.
That factoid put to rest the question of new powers. Sure, he could grow wings or stretch out his arms or do any number of things with the armor, but the thought of beating Parker at his own game was a savory one. Although not as savory as Gwen
Speaking of which Eddie ducked into another alleyway, which were quickly becoming a second home to him (dark, cool places. What could he say?) and pulled open his waistband. Well. That was definitely new. At least the inches between head and balls. Not that he needed it, but every little bit counted. This armor thing was just getting better and better!
At long last, he found a newsstand offering maps. He committed them to the armors memory and went on his way, leaving the newsstand guy some bling hed taken off one of his victories.
On the way to Gwens place, Eddie wondered, for a second, if there was a price to pay for that kind of power -- and girth but quickly concluded that if there was, hed pay it gladly. Immortal soul? Check. That old dude had it right. Much better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven. Maybe hed just have to feed it the occasional bum, like the plant in Little Shop of Horrors. Well, as tonight had proved, there were no shortage of volunteers. Eddie would have to ask if his new friend wanted some of the next body. Parker was exactly the kind of guy whod be disgusted by that, but Eddie could be much more understanding.
Stopping outside Gwens window, Eddie settled in on her windowsill and let his suit camouflage himself. Inside, Gwen was getting ready to take her shower. Hello nurse. Hed see it all up close and personal soon enough, but always best to inspect the goods before you got in the check-out lane anyway. He rubbed his jaw appreciatively, like a critic at an art show. No crippling deformities or third nipples, although the way the first two looked, he wouldnt have minded.
Gwen. What to do about Gwen. He was a new man, but he couldnt expect her to see it. After all, if she couldnt recognize how great he was in his old life, how could she in the new? He pondered just taking her, but no. That wasnt very superheroic conduct. Brute force wasnt the only tool at his disposal. He also had his brains.
So, Parker was her new beau slash best friend slash dickless pansy. Well, kill Parker (he was going to do that ANYWAY), then offer her a shoulder to cry on at the funeral. And if that didnt work, it wasnt like her parents had ever been particularly nice to him. Sooner or later, she was bound to come around. And if she didnt, plenty of other fish in the sea. Maybe a redhead this time
MJ! Parkers gal-pal! Hed wondered why all those super-freaks used to kidnap her to get to Spider-Man; now he knew! Well, if it aint broke, dont fix it. Kidnap Mary-Jane, lure the Spider to a confrontation, kill him. Elegant in its simplicity. Too elegant. He needed something more. Eddie didnt get to be the hero he was by taking unnecessary chances. He only gambled on sure things. And two against one those were his kind of odds.
But who to tag in as his partner? Green Goblin was D-E-D Parkers memory made that perfectly clear. Doc Ock was iffier there was no body, after all but he didnt have time to hunt him down and besides, Ock was some sort of goody-goody now. Yawn. Harry Osborn would be a better choice, but he was oh-for-two in the Spidey sweepstakes and all conflicted about it to boot. No, Sandman was more his speed. Twice already hed given the Spider a run for his money. Brocks kinda guy.
Eddie summoned up all he knew about Flint Marko. At his trial, hed thrown himself at the mercy of the court, saying he just needed the money to research a cure for his kid. Eddies heart bled. What a schmuck. But still, he could turn into sand, and that made him a useful schmuck.
Okay. Review. Recruit Sandman, kidnap MJ, lure Spider-Man to his doom, **** Gwen. Awesome plan. Perfect plan. After blowing Gwen a kiss, he swung away on a night-black webline. Now all he had to do was find Sandman and the fun could begin.
The armor, getting the gist of what he wanted, retracted the rest of the way from his face, leaving only a few goopy tendrils of blackness dotting his head. That was better. Now instead of the star of a Cronenberg movie, he just looked like something out of a bad episode of Star Trek. Apprehensively, he tugged at the rest of the armor to see if it could be removed. Spider-Man Parker, had done it. And anything Parker could do, Brock could do better and cheaper.
Why do you want to take me off? ran through his head. At first, Eddie thought it was just a stray thought, a random part of his internal monologue, then he realized it was the armor THING. He released his hold and the armor restored itself, once more flush against his chest. More thoughts cascaded through his head and Eddie felt like a one-man play, reading several different parts intended for different actors. He was Eddie and he was Peter and he was something else
Go get em, Tiger, a voice cajoled him, and he realized it was his own, the suits, both of them together.
Okay. Think think think think think think. He couldnt go around looking like this. He looked like like Spider-Man, only unmasked. And if there was one person he didnt want to be mistaken for, it was Spidey. Way ahead of you, chief. The armor retracted until it was under his normal clothes, like a pair of longjohns.
Who are you? Eddie asked the armor.
I dont know.
Who am I?
Youre Edward Brock Jr.
Well. That cleared things up. Eddie tried to get his bearings. He was in a park, sure. There was a tower in the distance; he walked towards that. There was a steep hill between himself and his destination. He felt not a tinge of exhaustion as he headed up it. Realizing the implications, Eddie broke into a run. The world blurred around him and he realized he never tired. The armor, whatever it was, was somehow replenishing him. Gatorade. Really black Gatorade that you wore. Imagine what you could do if you never got tired.
Gwen.
Mmmm nice thought. He rolled up his sleeve and checked out his bicep. Whatever sponginess had been there before was steadily being replaced by rock-solid definition. This armor thing just got better and better! Maybe he should pay Gwen a visit. What was it she had always said? He had no prospects? He thought the staff job would shut her up, but that had gone south (PARKER!) before he could tell her. But this this was so much better. He was a superhero!
Experimentally, Eddie raised his hand, curled it into a fist, and aimed at the top of the tower. He didnt know what he expected to happen a heat-ray, a missile, what but what DID happen was a strand of blackened webbing shot out of the armor and hit the tower, dead-on. Whooping with joy, Eddie swung around the tower like he was a tetherball, stopping when he ran out of rope and slammed against the wall. Even that didnt faze him. Punch-drunk, he stuck to the side of the tower on his hands and feet. He looked at them. The armor had given him suckers, like those of an octopus tentacles.
Okay. He got the gist. Spider-Mans trick was that he put on the costume and it gave him all his freaky abilities, like that Stark guy down in Chicago. And this suit Parker had put in the slush pile. Yes, Brock. Were rejects, you and I. Exiles. Outcasts. United together by common
Blah blah blah. Look, Brock told the armor angrily, you dont need to sell me on this. I am onboard, ALL THE WAY. Hey, Gweeeen
He kicked off the tower and sped over the park like a speeding bullet, towards a building. The armor flowed over him once more and he was the Cronenberg thing again. It took a little getting used to, but pretty soon he was web-swinging? Was that what Parker called it? Imaginative little twerp. But he was still lost. Setting down in an alleyway, Eddie retracted the armor again (that was SO cool) and set out in search of a map. His armor could commit it to memory. Hed never get lost again. And forget traffic, he could just swing over it!
Thats when he heard the sounds of a scuffle. Before, the old Eddie Brock wouldve walked right past it, afraid of being collateral damage. Maybe hide and try to take some pictures if it was especially juicy, but aside from that no. He was a superhero now. He had responsibilities.
Summoning up his best hero voice, Eddie walked over to the mugger and said Hey.
The mugger and his victim both looked at him. They were unimpressed. The victim screamed Dial 911! and the mugger hit him again. Well. That wouldnt do. Eddies hand lashed out, breaking the muggers bone at the forearm. The end of his arm flopped to the side in a way the human arm was never supposed to bend. Unsurprisingly, the mugger screamed.
Eddie drove his fist into the mans head with the force and speed of a bullet train. The muggers head simply disappeared in a red shower. Eddie saw a few chips of bone and brain on his hand as the body toppled. Experimentally, he licked his knuckles clean. Brains tasted weird. He shook the bone chips off and looked at the victim, who was now just screaming. On and on and on again. Some people didnt have the sense to know when they were saved.
Shut up, Eddie said, back-handing his save into unconsciousness. He was strong. Well, duh, of course he was strong. But how strong? Eddie thumped on the brick wall with a closed fist. Cracks rippled up it, finally exposing the entire first floor of the building to open air. Pretty ****ing strong!
Humming a cheerful tune, Eddie set out in search of a map. He ran into a little more trouble apparently he had resurfaced in a bad part of town but it was nothing he couldnt handle. Considering how many of these losers wouldve just been back on the street if hed been a wuss like Parker and turned them into the police, he was definitely a more efficient crimefighter than old Spider-Man.
That factoid put to rest the question of new powers. Sure, he could grow wings or stretch out his arms or do any number of things with the armor, but the thought of beating Parker at his own game was a savory one. Although not as savory as Gwen
Speaking of which Eddie ducked into another alleyway, which were quickly becoming a second home to him (dark, cool places. What could he say?) and pulled open his waistband. Well. That was definitely new. At least the inches between head and balls. Not that he needed it, but every little bit counted. This armor thing was just getting better and better!
At long last, he found a newsstand offering maps. He committed them to the armors memory and went on his way, leaving the newsstand guy some bling hed taken off one of his victories.
On the way to Gwens place, Eddie wondered, for a second, if there was a price to pay for that kind of power -- and girth but quickly concluded that if there was, hed pay it gladly. Immortal soul? Check. That old dude had it right. Much better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven. Maybe hed just have to feed it the occasional bum, like the plant in Little Shop of Horrors. Well, as tonight had proved, there were no shortage of volunteers. Eddie would have to ask if his new friend wanted some of the next body. Parker was exactly the kind of guy whod be disgusted by that, but Eddie could be much more understanding.
Stopping outside Gwens window, Eddie settled in on her windowsill and let his suit camouflage himself. Inside, Gwen was getting ready to take her shower. Hello nurse. Hed see it all up close and personal soon enough, but always best to inspect the goods before you got in the check-out lane anyway. He rubbed his jaw appreciatively, like a critic at an art show. No crippling deformities or third nipples, although the way the first two looked, he wouldnt have minded.
Gwen. What to do about Gwen. He was a new man, but he couldnt expect her to see it. After all, if she couldnt recognize how great he was in his old life, how could she in the new? He pondered just taking her, but no. That wasnt very superheroic conduct. Brute force wasnt the only tool at his disposal. He also had his brains.
So, Parker was her new beau slash best friend slash dickless pansy. Well, kill Parker (he was going to do that ANYWAY), then offer her a shoulder to cry on at the funeral. And if that didnt work, it wasnt like her parents had ever been particularly nice to him. Sooner or later, she was bound to come around. And if she didnt, plenty of other fish in the sea. Maybe a redhead this time
MJ! Parkers gal-pal! Hed wondered why all those super-freaks used to kidnap her to get to Spider-Man; now he knew! Well, if it aint broke, dont fix it. Kidnap Mary-Jane, lure the Spider to a confrontation, kill him. Elegant in its simplicity. Too elegant. He needed something more. Eddie didnt get to be the hero he was by taking unnecessary chances. He only gambled on sure things. And two against one those were his kind of odds.
But who to tag in as his partner? Green Goblin was D-E-D Parkers memory made that perfectly clear. Doc Ock was iffier there was no body, after all but he didnt have time to hunt him down and besides, Ock was some sort of goody-goody now. Yawn. Harry Osborn would be a better choice, but he was oh-for-two in the Spidey sweepstakes and all conflicted about it to boot. No, Sandman was more his speed. Twice already hed given the Spider a run for his money. Brocks kinda guy.
Eddie summoned up all he knew about Flint Marko. At his trial, hed thrown himself at the mercy of the court, saying he just needed the money to research a cure for his kid. Eddies heart bled. What a schmuck. But still, he could turn into sand, and that made him a useful schmuck.
Okay. Review. Recruit Sandman, kidnap MJ, lure Spider-Man to his doom, **** Gwen. Awesome plan. Perfect plan. After blowing Gwen a kiss, he swung away on a night-black webline. Now all he had to do was find Sandman and the fun could begin.
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