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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. 6 Scorpion
            “So Gargan, I see you dug up an old scorpion suit. Do you really think that’s going to be enough to save you?” The cold voice Mac Gargan had dreaded ever hearing again called out from behind him. He spun around lashing out with the barbed tail that was attached to his armored Scorpion suit. His attack failed though as the Spider was safely out of range.
            “What do you want now?” Gargan asked. “You already took the symbiote away from me.”
            “And you helped take my Wife and Aunt away from me. Now I am here to take your life away from you.”
            “Ha! I’ve worn that thing too. I know its weak spots!” Gargan yelled as he pointed his tail and unleashed a barrage fire from it. Dodging and leaping nimbly out of the path of the fire time and time again the Spider seemed amused.
            “It is true fire can be a problem for it but the fire has to hit it to hurt it.” The coldness in his voice gave the lie to any appearance of amusement in his evasive movements. After a few more moments of timing the blasts of fire, Spider clogged the fire emitting nozzle at the end of Scorpion’s tail with a well-aimed wad of webbing shot from his old mechanical web shooters. However the origin of the webbing was completely missed by Gargan.
            “That won’t save ya Parker! The symbiote’s webbing is as vulnerable to fire as it is. I’ll burn that out in no time.” The blast of fire Gargan triggered not only didn’t burn away the webbing but like a rifle with a clogged barrel it exploded as the internal pressure became too great to contain. The blast was enough to knock Gargan down in a daze.
            “That would be why I whipped up a fire proof batch of webbing for my old web shooters before tracking you down.” Spider said as he stood there and watched Gargan slowly climb back to his feet.
            “I have other ways to kill you.” Gargan said as the destroyed flame nozzle was ejected to clatter on the ground between them. A large curved spike popped out, a few drops of a clear liquid apparent on its tip. “Die Parker!” Gargan yelled as he lashed out trying to impale Spider with his tail spike. He had as much luck with it as he’d had with the flame thrower. Even with his powered armor on he was no match for Spider. His situation grew even worse as a badly timed blow on his part allowed Spider to get behind him and gripping his tail launch a kick at Gargan’s back that threw him across the rooftop they were fighting on. His mechanical tail however was still in the Spiders hands, sparks flying out of the base and twitching like a headless snake. Slowly standing Gargan realized his armor was totally powerless due to the damage from the kick and loss of the tail. It was now no more than dead weight slowing him down. He quickly hit an emergency release catch and the separate pieces fell away from him leaving him clad in one of his early cloth Scorpion suits minus the tail. “It’s only the symbiote that’s giving you the edge! If you really want revenge try me without it! But you won’t! I was always stronger and faster than you without it!” Gargan taunted desperately. His jaw dropped as the symbiote flowed away and formed a shadow like figure standing off to the side of the two men, leaving Spider standing in street clothes of jeans and a t-shirt.
            “I figured you would try that angle and we discussed it beforehand. The symbiote isn’t really pleased with killing a former host, even one as pathetic as you. You found that out when it wouldn’t let you kill Eddie Brock. But it understands that one of us is going to die here tonight. It has agreed to temporarily leave me removing all of its enhancements. It will be just you and me with our base physical abilities. If you can kill me it will even re-bond with you giving you back the power you crave. But you won’t be able to kill me. I’m not the untried boy you first fought. You have failed time and time again to kill me, but you finally managed to kill Parker when you helped to torture and rape to death his Wife and Aunt. Here tonight is your last chance to kill what’s left of him.”
            “Shut up and die!” Gargan yelled as he exploded into action. Deep down Gargan was a bully and he was never happier than when he had a physical advantage over someone. He believed he had that advantage now. It had always appeared that he was physically stronger and faster than Spiderman when he had fought him in the past. Every single one of his defeats had been a fluke of luck or the result of a third party intervention. Despite his constant failures to kill him over the years Gargan truly believed he was superior. Tonight the Spider, having burned through his mental restraints on his powers, showed Gargan just how wrong he was. Blow after heavy blow slammed into Gargan’s body. He couldn’t avoid them and he couldn’t block them. They weren’t meant to incapacitate or kill, they were meant to punish. To make matters worse the few blows he managed to land were just shrugged off by the Spider. In short order Gargan; his nose broken, his face a bloody pulp with teeth shattered, and his body a mass of bruises from his shoulders to his legs was flailing wildly far more interested in escape.   Spider continued until Gargan was barely able to stand in front of him and totally incapable of offering any defense at all. He then used his mechanical web shooters to thoroughly web Gargan to a nearby concrete wall leaving only his face, feet, and hands free. Gargan regained some alertness at this and showed even more fear than before! “Wha…what are you doin?” he demanded, blood and spittle spraying through his shattered teeth.
            “You like tying down helpless women don’t you Gargan? You enjoy watching them struggle to get free helplessly as you torment them. Conversely you have a fear of being the one bound, of being the one helpless. Don’t you?” Spider said very quietly.
            “You have no idea what you’re doing! Do you? You had to use so much of this damnable webbing to hold me that you can’t do anything else to me!” Gargan exclaimed. His panic was obviously rising even as he tried to rationalize reasons not to panic. His normal strength should have been able to break the wall behind him even if he couldn’t break the webbing itself. But he’d been so badly beaten and abused during the short but brutal fight that he could no longer do anything but strain futilely against his bonds.
            “Oh but I can,” Spider said in that same cold calm voice, “and it’s all thanks to you.” Spider raised the barbed tip of the mechanical tail with its wicked barbed point into Gargan's line of sight. “I had other plans for you but when I saw that this tail had one of your poison tips on it I changed my mind.”
            “Oh Shit!” Gargan started to struggle harder but was still completely helpless. “Keep that away from me. You have no idea what’s in it!” he cried out with hysteria rising in his voice.
            “But I do,” replied Spider, “a tail similar to this one was sent to Stark Industries for study after one of your captures. They did a very thorough study of the poison used in it. It’s as nasty as you are. A nerve agent that causes searing pain as it works its way through its victims system. It will eventually shut the system it’s attacking down but will do so very slowly. Allowing the victim hours of agonizing pain before the release of death.   Unless the victim is able to get to the antidote stored in the tail, just in case its owner somehow runs afoul of his own weapon.”
            “Antidote? There’s an antidote for it?” Gargan asked with desperation.
            “Gargan! You really mean to tell me that you let someone outfit you with a poisoned weapon without knowing there was an antidote for it or where that antidote was kept? You are dumber than you look and that’s saying something.” Spider swiftly stabbed Gargan with the poisoned barb in both his hands and feet.
            “Noooooooo!” yelled Gargan as his hands and feet were already beginning to writhe from the pain of the poison. “Give me the antidote! Please!”
            “No” coldly replied the Spider. “But I will give you the same chance you gave Mary Jane and Aunt May. You told them that if they could break free from their bonds they could leave and nothing further would be done to them. They knew you were lying to them but they were already hurting so badly that they tried anyway. So if you can manage to get free I’ll let you take the antidote stored in this.” Spider dropped the mechanical tail on the ground where Gargan could see it easily but would have to completely free himself to reach.
            It should be noted that Gargan truly did try but his abused muscles simply weren’t up to the task. His cries of pain soon turned to whimpers as even the movement of screaming increased the agonizing pain coursing through his body. When he could gather enough control he would beg to be released. Beg to be given the antidote. And finally just beg for begging’s sake, no longer truly aware of just what he was begging for. Finally just as he was about to completely lose his sanity to the pain it seemed that the Spider had relented. Instead of applying a fresh coat of his webbing to keep Gargan in place as the old webbing slowly dissolved he allowed the bonds to dissolve away and watched as Gargan fell to the ground inches away from his mechanical tail. The shock of hitting the ground jarred him back to awareness and hope as his eyes focused on his salvation, now lying just in reach. He moved to grab the business end of it despite the extra pain moving caused him. He looked at it but had no idea of how to find the antidote’s storage compartment much less how to open it. He turned pain wracked eyes to Spider and croaked hoarsely.
            “How?” But Spider’s silence was all the answer he received. Finally in desperation he used his remaining strength to break open the tail and both men heard a sharp retort from inside the object.
            “That would be the security device on the antidote destroying it to prevent it falling into the hands of someone who didn’t know how to open it properly. It’s gone now and you have no chance left.” Spider coldly announced Gargan’s fate. The look in Gargan’s eyes as he realized he had destroyed his only hope of survival was everything Spider could have asked for. Spider stood and watched as the poison finally finished its job and Mac Gargan aka the Scorpion was no more. He then took the remains of the poisoned spike and pinned Gargan’s Body to the wall with it and left it there for the authorities to find. He then looked over at the symbiote still standing apart and said, “It’s over. Will you rejoin me?” The symbiote reached a shadow like limb out and touched Spider with it, using the physical contact to allow communication.
            “Am I only a means to an end? Will you again reject me when your task is complete?”
            “No” Spider replied aloud, “this was the last time we shall ever be separated, at least by my choice. You are my responsibility now and I will not shirk that duty. Only your choice to leave me or a third party forcing us apart through sonic or flame attacks will cause us to separate.”
            “There is a way to prevent such a separation ever again. But once done it can never be undone by anyone, even us.”
            “You mean a complete merging don’t you? No longer a host and a symbiote but one being where two once stood. You would do this knowing that once done should I die you would too? And my death will happen eventually for if nothing else does time eventually kills all men.”
            “Yes. I have accepted lesser hosts before but only to survive. Given the chance I would become one with you and be content should the end come the very next day.”
            “Ok. Let’s do it.”
            “Before we do, take this.” A small black sphere was place in the palm of Spider’s hand. It looked and felt for all the world like a large black pearl. “This is a true child of mine. Provided its first host is suitable it will not become a monster in need of being put down like Carnage is. It has a shell it cannot break so we will have to do so when we find someone we deem suitable.”
            “You speak as if this is going to kill you.”
            “In a way, yes. This will be a true melding but you are the host. Your mental presence and sense of self will remain mostly unchanged. At least I believe this to be true. None of my species has ever done this outside of myth so I’m not positive”
            “Then let’s find out.” Spider reached his other hand out to the symbiote as well and it moved to him and over him. Together they found a quiet spot and spun a cocoon around themselves and became something else.

            DAILY BUGLE HEADLINE
SCORPION KILLED WITH HIS OWN STINGER!
Is there a serial killer preying on super villains?

To be continued. Next Chapter Doctor Octopus.
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