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When a Spider comes calling	By : Revenaught Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 13336 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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When a Spider comes calling.
Ch. 11 Kraven the Hunter
            Kraven the Hunter was overjoyed and dismayed at the same time. After what had been done to Spiderman’s women he had truly become the deadliest of game. Like a wounded animal Spiderman had turned the tables on his hunters and made them the prey! Kraven was overjoyed that his greatest prey was finally becoming the deadly hunter he had always had the potential to be. But, he was also dismayed because he, Kraven the Hunter, was failing to track down his prey! Always before he was able to track down his prey, whatever it was, and observe it. Once found he would study his prey and observe its strengths and weaknesses. He could then plan on how to weaken it so that at the end he could face it with his bare hands and destroy it proving his superiority both mentally and physically. But, not this time. He could not find Spiderman now. No matter which part of the city he staked out for observation, Spiderman always seemed to take a different path. Kraven had wanted to study his prey after his change into a predator to see how his habits had changed so that he could tailor his strategy to best take him down. Little did he know that his prey had been studying him. Despite the string of bodies Spiderman had left to be found Kraven still thought he was the hunter not the prey. Tonight he would learn the truth.
            Kraven had just settled into a blind atop a radio tower on one of the tallest buildings around to continue his surveillance for Spiderman when he felt hands grab him from behind and hurl him off the tower! He fell for fifty feet until the safety line he had hooked to his belt snapped taunt stopping his fall with bone jarring force! Gripping the safety line and twisting around to look upward he saw a black clad figure with eye slits and spider emblems a blazing blood red color standing on the side of the tower perpendicular to its surface. Despite the change in costume Kraven knew this was Spiderman! As soon as this thought crossed his mind his prey leapt off the opposite side of the tower disappearing from view. Kraven went into pursuit mode but fast as he was by the time he got to the other side of the building there was no sign of his prey. He went back to his blind and searched the area where his prey had stood but could find no trace of him. Not even a scent lingered for him to track! Again hands grabbed him from behind and hurled him off the side of the radio tower! But this time when he turned to look upward he saw his safety line being held in Spiderman’s hand. It had been unsecured from the tower and now Spiderman was all that was keeping him from a very long fall. Before he could grab something Spiderman dropped the line and Kraven started to fall. The line was still in his hand and he managed to whip it around a bit of the radio tower’s structure before he crashed into the building’s observation deck. However the speed of his descent pulled the line through his hands burning them badly and wrenched his body badly as it folded around the improper harness of his belt. Pushing through the pain Kraven pulled up to get some slack on the line and unhooked it from his belt and dropped the last few feet to the observation deck. Looking up again he saw no sign of his prey.
            “Curse you Spiderman! Come out and face me!” Kraven yelled.
            “It’s just Spider now.” A cold voice floated up from the side of the building below the level of the safety railing. Kraven ran over and looked over the railing just in time to catch a foot square in the face! The force of the blow snapped his head back and flung him away from the railing to land unconscious.
            Kraven regained consciousness stripped naked and hung by his bound hands and feet to a horizontal pole as if he were the trophy! He raged and swore and cursed but was unable to free himself until the webbing eventually dissolved on its own. Finally free of the webbing he found his clothes piled to the side with a note on top. Short and to the point it said, “Your disappointing prey. Try harder!” and was signed, “Spider”. Kraven cursed as he crumpled the paper and threw it away. His rage grew as he gathered his clothes and redressed. How dare his prey think it was the hunter? It would have to be reminded of its place. However, recent experience had just reminded him of his place and it wasn’t at the top of the tallest building in New York City. Attacking dangerous prey in its area of strength was foolish. For all his strengths swinging around the tops of skyscrapers was not one of them, but it certainly was Spiderman’s! So, the Spider wanted to do the hunting eh? Well Kraven prided himself on adapting to his prey, so he could adapt to this change in Spiderman’s normal actions too. First of all he needed to get a lot closer to street level. There he would start heading openly toward Central Park. Spiderman was obviously enraged and would eagerly follow Kraven away from his area of strength. Dressed and with a plan in mind Kraven left the observation deck. Once he was gone a black clad figure emerged from a shadowed corner where he had hidden unnoticed. The red of his eyes and spider emblem gaining strength and brightness as he emerged from the shadows he picked up the crumpled note and tucked it away. Then he leapt over the side and swung away, he knew where Kraven would be heading and he had a plan too.
            Kraven was moving along the rooftops making good time. Away from the skyscrapers these buildings were much lower. Low enough that a fall need not be fatal to someone of his abilities. He was still sore from his encounter with Spiderman earlier and the broken nose from the kick to his face both hurt and interfered with his breathing. But he was still moving well and had full confidence in his abilities. Then in mid leap from one building to another a web line shot out from behind him and snared a foot. Just before he could land it went taunt pulling his feet out behind him leaving only his arms left to prevent him from slamming face first onto the rooftop. He was only partially successful. He kept the impact from breaking his neck but it did stun him for several moments. Shaking his head trying to clear it he noticed blood flying from his nose that had been re-bloodied in his latest fall. He tasted blood and discovered the impact had also torn his lips and loosened his front teeth. He looked down at the small pool of his blood forming beneath his battered face and felt some of his confidence ebb. He had hunted the fiercest and strongest animals this planet had to offer without the aid of ranged weapons and had never been bloodied like this. Even more disconcerting was how his prey seemed able to so easily avoid detection. His excellent situational awareness was the only reason he had survived several of his more dangerous hunts but tonight he had been attacked three times with no warning what so ever. He had thought the first couple of times had been mere flukes but he now realized his prey had become more dangerous than ever. He picked himself up and finally managed to cut the webbing away from his foot. Standing there he looked around carefully. When he didn’t see his prey he closed his eyes and focused on his other senses. After a few moments of sensing nothing he opened his eyes. He barely had time to register the blazing red eyes right in front of him when a fist caught him in his right eye! Seeing nothing but flashing lights he struck out blindly and hit only air. When his vision cleared he was alone again. Knowing he needed some distance he started moving again keeping a constant lookout for another attack. As the minutes ticked on without incident his wariness grew worse. He started jumping at every odd sound or glimpse of movement seen in the edge of his peripheral vision. Even realizing what he was doing didn’t help. He had started moving like the prey he hunted did. That realization stunned him so badly that he stopped to try and grasp it. He didn’t get the time to do so. As soon as he stopped Spider sprang up behind him and swung both cupped palms against Kraven’s ears. Kraven screamed! Again he swung wildly; again he hit only empty air. He needed to escape! He needed to get to the woods of the park. He would be safe there in his own element. All traces of the hunter gone Kraven the Prey started to run.
            An hour later he finally made it into the woods of Central Park. It had been a bad hour for him. Over and over blows had come out of nowhere to bruise and batter him. Web lines had snaked out of shadows to trip him. Panic and fear had overwhelmed him. His one remaining thought had been to gain the safety of the trees. Only now that he was there he found they helped his hunter far more than they did him. Barely able to move his battered body anymore he staggered along still vainly trying to escape his hunter. A flare of hope surged as he entered a small clearing that he recognized. His original plan had called for luring the Spider here. Now even though they weren’t here following his plan they were here none the less! He raced across the clearing as fast as his battered body would allow and leapt over the line of steel jawed leg traps he had concealed. Leaping just past them he landed in front of a large tree planning on putting his back to it and luring Spider into the traps. The first indication that his plan had been turned on him was when his right foot landed square on one of the traps and it slammed closed on his leg. The force of it would have shattered the leg of a lesser man. Although his leg wasn’t broken the cruel angled teeth of the trap dug so deeply into his leg that they scraped bone.
            “Ouch! That looks painful.” Spider said just behind him. Furious at his tormenter Sergei swung around lashing out! He missed. His trapped foot screamed in pain as he pivoted on it and his other foot landed in another trap! Sergei howled in agony as he fell to his knees. The pain was so great he was barely aware when a web line shot out from his right side and snared his right hand. The line pulled his arm up and back so that he was half standing. Quicker than he thought possible another line snapped out from his left capturing that hand. This line also pulled up and back until he was fully erect against the tree and unable to move, pulled up by his wrists and held down by the steel traps clamped around his ankles. “So Sergei, how did you enjoy your last hunt?” Sergei looked over and saw the black clad figure with the blazing red eyes and spider emblems standing next to him holding one of his hunting spears in one hand.
            “It didn’t turn out quiet like I had planned.” Sergei replied his pain evident in his voice. “I wouldn’t have believed it possible for anyone to have stalked me as you must have done.”
            “You only got what you asked for.”
            “I suppose that is true. I hope you send for the police quickly. These traps are doing some nasty things to my legs.”
            “It will be far too late when the police arrive. But it won’t be the traps that kill you.” Spider said giving the spear in his had a small shake.
            “Ha! I may have misjudged your abilities but one thing is certain, Spiderman doesn’t kill in cold blood!” Sergei said with a sense of dread entering his voice as he remembered the string of recent headlines announcing the deaths of those he knew had taken part in the torture and death of Spiderman’s women. He knew Spiderman had killed them why was he trying to convince them both that it wasn’t true now? Was he begging for his life? How had he fallen so low so quickly?
            “You’re right Spiderman didn’t kill. But I’m not him anymore. You helped kill him. I’m just Spider now, and you are my prey!” Spider brought the butt of the spear straight up into Sergei’s crotch! Sergei couldn’t even scream well as his body tried to curl protectively around his damaged scrotum. “You ever heard the saying that ‘He who lives by the sword dies by the sword’? Well you have lived by the spear so you can guess what happens next. Slowly placing the tip of the long slim bladed spearhead against Sergei’s stomach Spider slowly leaned into it. Sergei did scream as the razor sharp spearhead slowly penetrated his body. His every jerk and spasm caused him more damage and pain. The spear exited his back and sank into the tree behind him. Spider let go of the spear and stepped back and watched while Sergei Kravenoff howled and jerked as the spear that transfixed him slowly bleed out his life. It was a show that didn’t end quickly. When it was done Spider turned and walked away into the shadows.

DAILY BUGLE HEADLINE
KRAVEN THE HUNTER FOUND SLAIN
World’s Greatest Hunter Slain With His Own Weapons.
To be continued. Next Chapter Electro
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