Spider-Man: Unacceptable

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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.
 
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.
 
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 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
 
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.
 
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.
 
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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.”
 
Wow- I like how you have him becoming confused...possibly conflicted? Possibly a little uneasy with what he's done?
 
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.
 
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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.”
 
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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?”
 
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!!!!
 
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:
 
How weird!!! I might actually know u -- loads of kids @ my skool live in Luton.
 
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.
 
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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.”
 
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.
 
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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?
 
so is that the end if it great work im glad that i got the chance to read it.!!!!!!!!
 
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.
 
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
 
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.
 
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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
 
Oh, AWESOME ending- very classic. Thanks, Dark Carnage- I'd comment in more depth but you've got me up past my lucid hours. Couldn't stop reading!
 

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