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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. 3 Hobgoblin
Roderick Kingsley used stolen items and technology, created by Norman Osborn, to enable him to act out his desire to be a costumed criminal. He had never had so much fun at it as he had lately though. As the Hobgoblin he had been part of the group that had done unspeakably vile things to May and Mary Jane Parker. So brutal had been those killings that Peter Parker, who had disrupted his plans time after time as Spiderman, had completely disappeared. Crime had soared lately as a result and Hobgoblin was on his way to steal a shipment of diamonds he had heard about to celebrate. Suddenly a wad of something hit his face and stuck there completely obscuring his vision!
            “What the…?” he slowed his glider and started trying to remove whatever was blinding his eyesight but it wouldn’t come off! Finally in frustration he threw back his hood and peeled off his Hobgoblin mask. Just as the mask cleared his head a dark shape came out of nowhere and knocked him off his glider and into free-fall. Crap that hurt! Who was attacking him? That could wait first he had to live. He summoned the glider and it caught up with him just before he hit the ground at a speed that would have been fatal, even for his goblin serum enhanced body. “Who did that?” he yelled as he recovered his balance and started looking for his attacker. He still hadn’t seen anyone when a stunning blow to the back flung him forward off his glider again. The ground rushed up and slammed into him and he skidded along its surface before grinding to a halt. Looking around dazedly he could still see no sign of his attacker. Summoning his glider again he quickly raced away from the high-rise buildings that his attacker seemed to be using as cover. He had just cleared a small park when something hit his glider and blocked its exhaust. It quickly stalled and once again he was dumped rudely to the ground. “Alright!” he called out as he stood scanning in all directions, “You grounded me! Now do you have the courage to face me directly?” At that moment a large patch of shadow directly in front of him shifted and straightened until it was recognizable as a black clad man with a blood red spider emblem on his chest and the same blood red eyes on his mask. “Gargan, what are you playing at? Nice color change on the suit though.”
            “I’m not Gargan.” A cold chilling voice emerged from the mask.
            “So who’s unlucky enough to host that symbiote now and why are you signing your death warrant by attacking me?” For answer the hood slowly pulled back to reveal the face underneath. “Parker, are you that eager for death?” Before he was even done speaking he cut loose with blasts from his gauntlets. He never even came close to hitting his target. The blow to his stomach knocked all the wind out of him, leaving him doubled up on the ground at the feet of his opponent.
            “Parker is dead, it’s just Spider now.” That cold voice said as its owner knelt next to him. Before he had recovered enough to try and move away the Spider had ruthlessly removed his gauntlets and the pouch where he carried all his Hobgoblin weapons and items. “You took great joy in breaking bones on two helpless women. You slowly and methodically broke the bones in their feet one at a time. You were very thorough. Had they survived they would never have walked on their feet again. You now have a chance to see how many of my bones you can break. But you had better try your best because I’m goin to see if it’s as much fun for me as it was for you.” A shiver ran up Hobgoblins spine as he finally recovered and stood up. This was not what he was expecting from Parker. Wild rage and grief yes but this cold methodical calculation was disturbing.
“Very well ‘Spider’ we will see if you scream as prettily as your Wife and Aunt did.” Hobgoblin unleashed a powerful series of ruthless blows aimed at inflicting maximum damage. His only problem was that none of them landed. He picked up the pace knowing that it had to be just a matter of time before he connected. Then seemingly by accident the Spider’s hand flicked out as he dodged and flicked his side lightly. He heard the sound of a stick snapping and felt a flare of pain in his ribs. He grunted loudly in surprise and pain.
“Ah,” said the spider, “that is fun. But you haven’t screamed yet.” Spider’s hand flicked out again and broke a rib on the other side. The accompanying grunt turned into a moan of pain the Hobgoblin couldn’t quiet suppress. “Now I’m two up on you, you’re making this far too easy. I suggest you try harder.” Gritting his teeth together Hobgoblin lashed out only to miss and receive several heavy punishing blows in return. His next attempt resulted in more heavy blows to his body and an almost surgical strike that shattered both bones in his forearm. A hiss of pain escaped his lips as he kicked out desperately trying to gain some distance. He needed room to try and escape what was quickly becoming a very bad situation. However a smashing blow destroyed his kneecap in mid kick and his eyes started to bulge even as the leg came down and he instinctively tried to support his weight on it. The scream ripped from him as his weight came down on the shattered knee and he collapsed on his side. Fresh screams broke loose as he landed on his broken arm and rib. The simple act of inhaling more air to scream louder doubled the pain in his broken ribs. “Yes! That is satisfying isn’t it? I wonder how many I can drag out of you before you can’t scream anymore.”
“Ok, you win,” Roderick gasped, “take me to the police. I’ll go quietly.”
“Oh no, that’s something Parker would have done. I told you Parker is dead. Spider doesn’t want you to go quietly. I want you to scream right up to the end.”
As the heavy blows resumed Roderick Kingsly’s last coherent thought, before the screams took over to their counterpart of snapping bones, was that he had helped in breaking a hero. In doing so they had created something far worse than they had ever imagined.
When the screams had dwindled to sobs of terror and pain and then those faded away into gurgled labored breath, Spider stood and watched as Roderick slowly choked to death on his own blood pouring into his lungs. When it was over Spider turned and walked away.

Daily Bugle Headline.
Hobgoblin found beaten to death!
Police have no leads yet in this brutal killing.
To be continued. Next chapter Tombstone
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