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When a Spider comes calling	By : Revenaught Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 13339 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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When a Spider comes calling.
Ch. 10 Mysterio
            Quentin Beck, otherwise known as the villain Mysterio, was eagerly awaiting his turn on Spiderman’s hit list. He supposed he should think of him as Peter Parker now, but he just couldn’t associate that name with the web-crawling opponent he had fought so many times. The number of villains, who had participated in what had been done to parker’s women and were now dead, was a pretty good indication that Parker really was Spiderman. But he just couldn’t think of him anyway other than as Spiderman. Oh well it didn’t really matter he supposed. It was obvious to him that Spiderman was tracking down those involved and doing some really nasty things to them. The news sources and police hadn’t yet come to the conclusion that Spiderman was behind the series of deaths but to those involved in it there didn’t seem to be any doubt about it. The names of those already dead did rather alarm him but, Spiderman would be coming to him and that put the web-slinger on Mysterio’s chosen battleground and he had had plenty of time to prepare. He’d hated Spiderman even since the hero had put a stop to his first scheme where he used henchmen dressed up as aliens to commit robberies. Ever since this, no matter how good his illusions became or how well he advanced his technology, he had been unable to win a true victory. Oh sure he could gain the upper hand temporarily but Spiderman always managed to wriggle out of it. Well not this time! Spiderman was going to be coming in a blind rage and Mysterio knew how to take advantage of that.
            The front doors to Mysterio’s complex burst inward! Mysterio smiled as he watched the black and red clad figure stride boldly through the doorway. Apparently he was in such a rage that his vaunted Spider Sense hadn’t warned him about the clear and odorless gas that was released when the doors were forced. The gas, a mild hallucinogenic to help with his illusions, also deadened Spiderman’s Spider-sense.
            “Beck! It’s time to die! If you come out here now I’ll make it quick and relatively painless!”
            Hmmm… I wonder.” Mysterio said to himself. He entered a different command on his central board than he had planned on starting with and sent a LMD (Life Model Decoy) of himself in street clothing out to meet with Spiderman.
            “Spiderman”, the LMD said as it approached, “please don’t kill me. I won’t resist. Take me in! I can’t bear the shame anymore. I never should have done it and I’m so sorry!” the LMD broke into sobs as it said the last and approached the last few feet.
            “It’s just spider now! Spiderman and Peter Parker are dead thanks in part to you. I’m not here to take you in only your death will repay the smallest part of what you’ve done!” Spider grabbed the LMD and started a vicious beating on it that broke ribs and shattered teeth. Both arms and legs were broken and after a few more punishing blows Spider lost his patience with the beating and grasped the LMD’s throat and, holding him off the ground, slowly started choking him to death. When the LMD had stopped twitching Spider threw it to the wall where it hit with a sickening thud and crumpled to the floor its broken limbs bent in places human bones just weren’t supposed to. “Quit hiding and face me yourself Beck!” Spider yelled. Mysterio was surprised! From the viciousness of Spider’s attack he had thought him fooled by the decoy. Ah well, it would be more fun to make him run the full gauntlet anyway.
            “You can do what you want to me, if you can get to me.” Mysterio hit some controls and released a wave of LMDs that appeared to be local gang members. “Of course I have a few friends here that would rather you didn’t.” A small group of the gang members moved away to cover a door at the far end of the large room. The rest of them moved in swinging clubs, chains, and assorted bladed weapons. Mysterio had kept this group of LMDs to strictly human levels of strength and speed in an attempt to ensure their believability as real humans. But there were enough of them that they should have been very hard for Spiderman to get through them based on Mysterio’s previous research on him. He soon realized that there was more to the name change than he had assumed. Spiderman would have pulled blows that would have killed normal humans, he was weak like that. But this ‘Spider’ was not holding back. He was wading through the thugs as if he was taking a Sunday stroll but with every lightning fast flick of his hands or feet gang members went flying broken and bleeding to land motionless and still. Mysterio felt a small tremor of fear as he wondered just how out of control Spider’s rage had made him. By now Spider had eliminated all opposition between him and the door that had been protected by the small group of gang members. With a savage kick he destroyed the door and fell prey to what appeared to be a black hole. Spider’s instinct to adhere to the floor to resist its hold on him was foiled by that very piece of flooring not being attached to the rest of the floor. That section went with Spider through the vortex firmly attached to his feet. He was pulled through what appeared to be a tunnel in space and time and suddenly found himself at one end of a long building that appeared oriental from the architecture and décor and very dimly lit.
            “If you live long enough to get out of the house you just might discover something you want more than my blood.” The disembodied voice of Mysterio said. Considering the décor Spider was not surprised when ninjas emerged from the shadows. Armed with an incredible array of martial arts weapons they swarmed over Spider and did their level best to chop him into little chunks. Allowing for the rigorous training ninjas were supposed to undergo Mysterio felt it didn’t harm thier realism to have increased their strength to half again what his gang member LMDs used. The ninja’s best attempts to kill Spider failed. Relieving one of the burlier ninjas of a massive spiked club the Spider swatted them away. Spider wielded the huge club as if it were light as a feather and where ever they landed after being hit by the club the ninjas stayed there and did not move again. Finally at the door Spider kicked it open and stepped outside to find a large outdoor practice field. A small army of ninjas stood on it facing him and at the far end stood a pavilion with two figures standing on it. Behind the pavilion a vortex of energy swirled with a nauseating blend of colors. The two figures on the pavilion were Mysterio and Mary Jane Parker.
            “Mary Jane?” Spider said in a disbelieving voice. As if she had heard him the figure of Mary Jane looked at him and screamed!
            “Peter!” Mysterio had a firm grip on her arms, which were tied behind her back, and pulled her closer to him.
            “Yes Spiderman! It’s your precious Mary Jane.” Mysterio’s voice came from the air around the Spider. ”She’s the genuine article too. I was able to swap a fake for the real thing when no one was looking. I’m going to keep her.”
            “Like Hell you will! Get off of me!” Mary Jane screamed struggling in Mysterio’s grasp. He cuffed her face, knocking her to her knees.
            “She will take some breaking, but once I’m done she’ll be most obedient.”
            “Mary Jane!” Spider yelled as he leapt into motion. His first leap brought him to midfield. The waiting ninjas aimed their weapons at his descending form believing they now had an easy kill. A large spray of webbing foiled their plan though. Their now immobile weapons were unable to track Spider and he adroitly came to ground untouched. Once on the ground he again used his appropriated club to reach out and touch his foes with devastating effect. Screaming Mary Jane’s name over and over Spider rapidly advanced on the pavilion. None of the ninjas attempting to kill him came even close to succeeding. Just as Spider leapt to the pavilion to confront the villain, Mysterio grabbed his captive and leapt backward into the vortex behind the pavilion. The two were drawn into it with Mary Jane’s cries for Peter fading into the distance. Screaming her name Spider leapt into the vortex after them.
            At the end of another rollercoaster ride through time and space Spider found himself at one end of a crevice of rock. Its walls were; high, steep, and anywhere from fifty to seventy-five yards apart. There was no opening behind Spider and at the other end some two hundred yards away was another pavilion with Mysterio and Mary Jane on it. In between was an army of monsters out of fantasy. Orcs, Ogres, and Giants littered the space in between Spider and the pavilion.
            “You don’t have much time.” The disembodied voice of Mysterio echoed around Spider. “If you don’t make it to this Pavilion in time I will kill her!” Spider leapt into action. Still griping the large spiked club he had appropriated earlier even the enormous giants were no match for him but they did slow him down. Set in a fantasy setting like this Mysterio had no reason not to give his LMDs full access to their mechanical strength and speed. Mysterio watched with awe and a growing amount of fear. He had designed this level as the ultimate end for Spiderman. This Spider not only wasn’t dying he was winning! It was time to put his final ploy into play. The savagery Spider was showing in his fights should play into that ploy nicely Mysterio decided. Fighting with all his might Spider had only reached the halfway point when the voice of Mysterio rang out again. “Too slow Spider but feel free to look on as I blow her brains out.” Even as he was fighting, with all his strength for every yard he gained, a hundred yards away Spider saw the motion as Mysterio reached behind his back under his cape and pulled out a very large and brightly chromed pistol! Mysterio started to aim it at Mary Jane’s head when, dropping his club, Spider picked up a spear dropped by one of the many Orcs he had just brained, and in one fluid motion hurled it at Mysterio. Mysterio looking to the side at Mary Jane never saw it coming and the spear slammed directly into the middle of his chest. Mysterio looked down at the spear quivering in his chest in stunned amazement and slowly crumpled to his knees. Spider was startled when Mysterio’s voice rang out again, “Nice throw. Now come and see what you have wrought.” The monsters moved out of his way and Spider reached the edge of the pavilion in a flash as the transfixed figure of Mysterio fell backward, the spear still transfixed in his chest. “Surprise Spider!” the disembodied voice of Mysterio whispered and the figure of Mary Jane vanished and the dying Mysterio on the ground shimmered and melted away revealing Mary Jane in his place transfixed by the spear!
            “Mary Jane!” Spider cried out. “No!” he knelt over the body of Mary Jane as, unable to speak, she simply raised a hand and touched his face once before a violent shudder shook her body and when it stopped all life had fled from her. Spider, apparently overwhelmed by the tragedy before him, didn’t move as Mysterio moved in behind him silently, cloaked from view by his concealing holograms. However, just before he could plunge a very large knife into Spiders back, Spider lashed out with a foot directly into Mysterio’s solar plexus. The solid shot to the nerve cluster there not only knocked the breath from Mysterio’s body but also paralyzed his breathing for so long that he actually passed out. Spider stood over Mysterio and said in his cold voice, “Now it’s your turn.”
            Mysterio awoke to find himself shackled to a wall, naked. He was unable to tell where he was due to the enveloping darkness that was only broken in a very small area around him. His fear rising at the unknown all around him, hidden by the dark, he frantically started yanking on the shackles holding him.
            “That won’t do you any good.” Spider’s cold voice came out of the darkness beside him. Looking in the direction of the voice he could see only the vaguest outline of Spider but the gleaming red eyes and spider emblems blazed in the darkness.
            “Holy Shit!” Quinton Beck exclaimed. Then after he had calmed some, “How? How did you see through everything?”
            “I am not the same being I once was.”
            “But I gassed you! How did you sense me? Your danger sense should have been totally shut down!”
            “Thinking I’m a total idiot was part of your failure. You’ve caught me with that gas before. Did you really think I would come after you here without a filter of some kind? Even if I had forgotten to think of it, since I rebonded with the alien symbiote gas attacks are very ineffective against me. I wear a closed mask and my air supply is filtered by the symbiote so none of your gas made it to me. It’s also how I could tell none of my opponents were real humans.”
            “I wondered about that. Normally you would have gone to great lengths to not kill anyone. The way you waded through my thugs had me scared for a while. So you know that wasn’t the real Mary Jane earlier right?” Beck asked hoping to ease whatever was coming next.
            “Make no mistake. Had there been real humans in those groups I would have treated them exactly the same. But, yes I was well aware that it was a fake Mary Jane. I let you think I thought it was real to lure you in close.” With no warning Spider threw a vicious blow into Beck’s stomach. “I am very upset with you for it though.”
            “So I guess the police are on their way as we speak then?” Beck asked when he finally managed to regain his breath.
            “Not unless you called them.” Spider’s next blow caught Beck in the large thigh muscle of the leg closest to him. The blow bruised the muscle so that the mere act of using that muscle to support his weight was extremely painful.
            “Oh God! It was you! You are the person killing the others!”
            “Oh Yes! I did kill them and now it’s your turn.” This time instead of punching Beck he used the symbiote covering and formed claws on the end of his fingers that that would have put a lion to shame and raked Beck’s chest and abdomen. The resulting wounds were agonizingly painful but not fatal.
            “Aaaahhhh!” Beck screeched, “Stop! Please Stop! I’ll turn myself in! I’ll turn evidence on the rest of them! Just please don’t kill me!”
            “Mary Jane begged you to let her go. She begged for their lives when Aunt May had screamed herself so hoarse she couldn’t speak anymore. You laughed at them!” Spider made claws of both hands and dug savagely at Becks upper arms. “You then used your special effects magic to make them think they were being helped to escape only to shatter the illusion just when they thought they were free. Well now it’s your turn. You will get a chance to escape, and in honor of the man I once was I will promise to leave you alone if you find the one single escape route out of here. If you find it and go straight and harm no one else you will never see me again. But, you don’t have forever. If you take too long, well…” The area light suddenly turned on revealing a long hallway with two doors on the left and one on the right and a door at the far end with an Exit sign lit up over it. “Two doors are time sinks, one leads to freedom and life, the last is a sure death. Time starts now!” The shackles unlocked freeing Beck.
            “Wait! How much time do I have? What if I don’t care to play your little game?” Beck asked as he slowly stood straight. Spider was behind him in a flash and raked both sets of claws down Beck’s back, eliciting more screams of pain from him.
            “You will know when it’s up. Or you can refuse to take the chance of escape and I’ll happily rip you to little bitty bits right here.” Beck struggled to his feet again and fled down the hall. As he reached the first door on the left he stopped to look at the three hallway doors ignoring the one at the end of the hall with its obvious exit sign. He took the first door to the left and went through. Beyond was a short hallway with another door at the end. Moving as quickly as he could he proceeded through the next door. The hallway beyond it turned sharply to the right and ended in a wall with two doors. Beck reversed course to the door he had just come through and opened it intending to go back to the main hallway. On the other side was one of his ninja LMDs that silently tried to gut him with its sword! Beck fled back down the hall and dodged around the corner just in time to avoid a throwing star which slammed into the wall behind him. As he approached the doors another star nicked his left shoulder as it traveled past and sunk into the door to the left. Beck opened the right hand door and jumped through, slamming it behind him. He heard a third throwing star slam into it. He expected the ninja to try and open the door to continue pursuit but nothing happened.
            “Did I forget to mention all choices are final?” Spider’s dismembered voice said around him. Cursing his tormenter he approached the three doors at the end of this hall and opened the middle door on a hallway with a blank wall at the end. He was so busy cursing Spider that he almost missed the panel in the far wall open revealing a loaded crossbow that shifted aim and fired at him. The bolt grazed along his ribs as he jumped aside and slammed the door shut! “Oh and some choices have disastrous consequences, but I see you are finally starting to learn that.”
            Half an hour later and bleeding from half a dozen new minor wounds Beck found himself at the end of a hallway with only a single door ahead of him. Hope soared in his chest as he reached out and carefully opened it. The hope he was feeling turned to ash as the door opened on a blank wall. He slammed the door shut with a curse and the floor dropped out from under him! The shaft was well lit and he could see the bottom filled with spikes as it rushed up at him. He didn’t have time to realize the spikes were illusionary before he reached the bottom and felt the bone jarring impact that turned his world dark.
            Beck woke up back in the main hallway at Spider’s feet. He was sore and bruised and bloody but most of the active bleeding had stopped. He groaned and looked up to see Spider paying no attention to him but looking at a wrist as if checking the time. Time! His time was running out! Groaning again he got to his feet and started moving down the hall. He looked longingly at the far door with the exit sign over it, but he knew that any door so clearly labeled exit just had to have the ‘certain death’ behind it. After all it’s the way he would have done it. He stopped at the second door on the left and opened it to peer through. Seeing a long hallway stretching before him he was about to shut the door and look through the one on the right side of the main hall when walls sprang up on either side of him bracketing the door and the wall behind him moved forward shoving him through the doorway after which the door closed on him.
            “I told you all choices are final”, Spider’s voice said in the air around him, “that just cost you a time penalty.” Beck jumped and started moving down the hall his tortured body afire with pain. Eventually he came to a door at the end and proceeded through. On the other side he found an octagonal chamber with a doorway in the middle of each of the eight walls. The room was empty except for a white marble slab in the center of the room. Chained to the top of the slab with golden chains was a gorgeous and very nude red haired woman.
            “Help Me!!!” she screamed as Beck entered the room. He ignored her though and seeing no noticeable differences between the doors in the room he quickly moved through the door to his right. Unknown to him, Spider had a heavy concentration of a very powerful aphrodisiac gas in the room. Within moments of going through the door Beck had a raging erection and thoughts of the bound and naked woman continually intruded on his mind despite his attempts to concentrate on his escape. The winding hallway he was in soon ended in a door that emptied back into the octagonal room with the bound woman. She again screamed for help writhing in the chains that held her. The motions of the woman combined with the new dose of gas stiffened Beck’s erection even further but he turned away from her and took the next door in line. Trying to keep track of where he was, and had already been, he mentally numbered the doors. Counting the doors from the one he had initially entered, he had entered through door one, left through door two, re-entered through door three and was leaving again through door four. Thoughts of the woman continued to plague him as he quickly traversed the hallway. He soon found himself re-entering the octagonal room through Door five. With a yell of frustration Beck ran through door number six before the woman could start yelling again. The multiple doses of gas and his body’s constant state of arousal were taking its toll on his mental and physical condition. His constant and unrelieved need was causing a very painful ache in his scrotum and his ability to focus on escape over the naked and helpless woman was waning. Again he found himself entering the room through door seven this time. At the sight of her still struggling against her bonds a red haze of lust sprang up in his vision and he had taken an involuntary step toward her before, with a groan that shook his body, he turned and fled through door eight. Only the hope that the final door of the room would lead to his escape was enough to pull him away from what his body was demanding. When this hallway’s only exit proved to be the first door he had entered, he raised his head to the ceiling and howled in frustration! When he lowered his head his gaze locked onto the brilliant green eyes of the woman in chains. He started taking slow steps toward her. She seemed to notice for the first time his state of arousal and her pleas for assistance turned to pleas for him to stay away, he didn’t. Chained as she was there was nothing she could do to prevent the crazed Beck from climbing atop her and, after a small bit of fumbling to get into the proper position, thrusting his painfully swollen member completely into her! Beck was so crazed that he never noticed that the panic in her voice and movements had never shown in her eyes. Nor had he heard the click and rattle of the chains falling away from her limbs. He wasn’t even aware of her arms and legs wrapping around his neck and waist until they prevented him from pulling back to thrust into her again. His physical need forcibly paused, he raised his head from her shoulder and looked into her eyes.
            “You’re mine to play with now Love.” She said in a cruel voice. Horror flared in Beck’s expression as he recalled those were the exact words he had spoken to Mary Jane Parker as he had started to rape her. Suddenly he felt a sharp stinging sensation all along his member and scrotum where it was grinding against the flesh of her crotch, as if her inner walls and the skin of her inner thighs and crotch had turned into sandpaper! Beck froze afraid that trying to pull back would cause more pain than he was already in and possibly serious damage as well. He waited for his erection to subside and remove itself from danger but the gas in the room foiled this hope. The woman’s smile grew wider and his horror grew deeper as he realized just how helpless he had become. Then the woman keeping a firm grip on him with her arms and legs began to grind her hips against his.   He cried out at the jolts of pain this caused and again the woman echoed the words he himself had used before, “That’s it Love. Scream for me!” Then she set up a fast rhythm pushing and then pulling him with her legs forcing him to thrust deeply into her over and over again. He screamed endlessly. Even when she stopped and pushed him off her the pain in his abraded genitals didn’t lessen. He tried to curl up into a fetal position but with overwhelming strength the woman, who could only be one of his own Life Model Decoys reprogramed, stretched him out face down and used the golden chains to secure him spread eagle on the marble slab. He was content with this for a moment thinking his abused genitals were slightly safer when he was face down until the slab started shifting under him and his hips were raised into the air. He grew very pale as he remembered what he had done to Mary Jane next. Turning his head to look at the woman standing beside the marble slab he could only stare in horror as he saw her pulling on a strap on dildo, a very large dildo with ugly little studs all along its length. Beck started mumbling the word ‘No’ over and over again as she climbed up on the slab behind him and positioned herself and the dildo at his anus. “I said scream for me Bitch!!!” she yelled as she forcibly rammed the strap on home. Beck screamed until his voice disintegrated and faded to nothing and then he howled soundlessly. He never even realized she had stopped until she punched him in the face hard enough to break his nose. He could only stare at her dumbly as, still gloriously naked, she swung a large metal club up over her head and brought it down on his skull and he knew no more.
            When he again regained consciousness at the feet of Spider Quentin Beck started to cry as he realized that his ordeal was not yet over. Spider booted him in the ribs and said, “I’m enjoying the show but you are running out of time. You still have two doors left. One is your death,   The other is your life and freedom. If you don’t get up and choose now your time will run out and if that happens what you just experienced will seem like a day at the park.” Beck looked up at Spider and although he was unable to speak the doubtful look on his face voiced his question well enough. “No. I’m not lying to you. On the souls of my Wife and Aunt one of the two remaining doors does lead to your escape.” Beck knew that had he been in control there would have been no escape but the man who was now calling himself Spider had spent years as a hero. While his body bore the proof that Spider would cheerfully torture him, and the body count he had racked up was proof that he would kill to avenge his Wife and Aunt, Beck didn’t believe that he would lie. But then maybe the reason he believed this so strongly was because if he didn’t then he would have to accept that he had no chance of escape and he still wanted to live! So despite the flaring agony that only increased with every movement he struggled to his feet and staggered down the hallway. As he reached the door on the right he stopped and stared at the exit sign over the door at the end of the hall. He knew Spider had taken over his systems and equipment. It galled him that Spider had used them with more finesse than he ever had. The question was, how honest was Spider? Beck knew Spider wanted him dead yet he believed him when he said there was a way out.   So was the exit sign true or just a lure to draw him to the wrong door? In the end Beck just didn’t have that much trust in him. He lurched through the door to his right. He was all the way through it before he realized there was only darkness on the other side. He had barely absorbed that the only thing visible was the column of light from the open door falling on a bare concrete floor when the door closed behind him shutting out all light. In the sudden darkness he whirled around to try and re-open the door but it wasn’t there any longer. He stood in the perfect darkness for long minutes afraid to move. The only sounds were those of his rapid breathing and the frantic beating of his heart. Slowly he became aware of a patch of darkness that wasn’t as inky black as the rest of the area around him. With the silence roaring in his ears he moved toward the barely perceptible patch of lesser darkness. He had no idea how long he had been walking, but he suddenly realized that somewhere along the way the patch of lesser darkness had become a patch of very dim light! He tried to increase his pace toward that light but the pain was too great. The light grew brighter and brighter in its one spot but was never able to throw back the darkness. He could see the light in front of him but looking down he couldn’t see his own body. He kept moving despite his body’s growing agony. Just when he didn’t think he could walk any further he realized the light now appeared to be a white circle on the concrete floor. He pushed onward; he had to reach that light! His whole being focused on it and finally well past the point where he should have collapsed into an unmoving heap he stepped into the light and could see himself again! He stood there basking in the light for a long time staring at his hands just for the pleasure of seeing anything. Eventually though, the light no longer reassured him as it didn’t penetrate the darkness around him. Instead of a bastion of safety his small circle of light seemed more like a small fragile raft on a sea of darkness.
            “Hello Beck.” Spider’s voice came from behind him. He whirled around careful to stay in his circle of light. The black of Spider’s suit matched the blackness surrounding the light so perfectly that the only parts of him visible were the blazing blood red eyes and spider emblems. “Your ordeal is almost at an end.”
            “Then I chose the right door? I’m going to be free?” Becks shattered voice could barely be heard.
            “No”, Becks hopes crashed, “and yes.” No longer knowing what to feel Beck just looked at Spider awaiting the pronouncement of his fate. “You picked the wrong door. You will die here tonight. However, you will be free in the end. You will be granted the freedom of death and before it is granted to you, you will desire nothing else.”
            “How?” Beck mouthed the question soundlessly. In answer Spider extended a fist into the ring of light and opened it palm up. Beck could see, on his upturned palm, a small spider the same blazing blood red as his eyes.
            “A little thing I cooked up in a local A.I.M. facility.” The small red spider crawled to the edge of Spider’s hand and lowered itself down on a web toward the floor and started moving toward Beck as Spider continued talking. “It looks like your average spider but there are some differences. They're tough, beyond your current ability to destroy. Its legs end in barbs that are impossible to dislodge without doing even more damage, and instead of draining its prey of fluids it's designed to bite and chew.” By now Beck was painfully dancing around his circle of light to avoid the blazing red spider that was trying to latch onto one of his feet. Beck threw a glance at Spider to see his reaction to Beck's avoidance of the spider and was stunned to see what must be twenty of the creatures swinging down from Spiders hand. A stinging sensation on the instep of his right foot captured his attention and he saw that the first spider had caught up to him in his moment of inattention and attached itself to him. Shaking his foot failed to dislodge it and the pain grew worse. He reached down to flick it away but only one leg pulled free with even more pain. Desperately he grasped it and ripped it from his foot only to have it twist in his hand and latch onto a finger and again start very painfully biting! He then noticed the new spiders crawling across his circle of light spread out so he had no hope of avoiding them. Desperate to not get any more of them on him he backed away from them moving out of the light. As they followed him into the darkness he saw he could still see their blood red forms. “Wait! Don’t go that way” Spider’s words floated out of nowhere, “they have friends that way.” Craning his head to look behind he saw an endless sea of blazing red sweeping toward him! Galvanized into desperate action he leapt over the small group of spiders in front of him and fled through the darkness. The circle of light had vanished when he turned his head but he didn’t care. It offered no safety and he had to escape that approaching tide of red. He staggered to a halt as the red behind him was about to vanish when he saw another wave of red appear in the distance in front of him. Quick glances showed him red waves approaching from all sides. The pain from his hands was growing worse. Every time he dislodged the spider from one spot it would only shift to another. He raised his eyes and howled out a soundless cry of fear and rage. “Yes. Your run is over. But you still fear death. That will change soon. As the red flood of spiders washed over him he realized that his previous tortures, which he had thought were unendurable, were minor compared to the wave of agony that crashed over him now. The pain was endless and only grew greater, never lessening. Eventually, as Spider had predicted, he did long for death. Anything that would stop the unending, all-encompassing pain! It wasn’t until even the hope for death had been killed by the awful pain that his life was ended. It was sudden and unannounced so that Beck wasn’t even given the small mercy of knowing that death was about to release him from his torment. Once it was finally over Spider walked down the hallway, opened the exit door, went outside the building, and walked away.

DIALY BUGLE HEADLINE
MYSTERIO’S SKELETON FOUND IN ALLEY!
Dental records required to ID body. Cause of death not known.

To be continued. Next Chapter Kraven the Hunter.
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