Post by Nickpick on Jan 29, 2010 18:02:22 GMT -6
[glow=black,2,300]Dread[/glow]
“My name is Peter Parker, I’m Spider-Man and I don’t like to brag but I’m amazing, spectacular hell I’ll even call myself ultimate but in these recent days one can’t go about saving the day without putting another life in danger. Darius Hollister, He’s my age, lives approximately 10 blocks away from me. We share the same middle name and well...we have all the same classes. This is either stalking or someone has a huge crush on me. Well…Maybe it’s the first one.
Spider-Man crouches near the rest of the gothic gargoyles. He looks down at the city streets and near by buildings
“And worst of all…Him and MJ are going out. Not coffee date but movie date, just when I thought I had my chance. This guy takes her from me. I’d hate to be against my own cause but I’d really like to smash his face in. I must focus and let Peter Parker worry about that…Oh god did I actually say that? This all began with me...saving his life"
Spider-Man jumps and what looks like a fall to his death became another sudden swing at the last second.
-Meanwhile-
A man wearing a black suit with a black robe that has one zipper straight down his chest, his arms sleeves are huge. His face is hidden in the darkness of the robe’s hood. A couple of large built men come walking into the dark alley where this dark figure waits on a metal gate. He doesn’t move the slightest.
“Why isn’t the bug dead?”
The figure spoke, one man looked at the other
“He’s fast, stronger and…”
The man takes a second
“The bug put the others behind bars, we barely escaped”
“I didn’t ask why you two are here…I asked why isn’t he dead?”
“We failed, we’re sorry”
“Sorry is never good enough”
He jumps down onto the concret, grabs the man by his throat, a sword comes out from his left arm sleeve, He stabs the man in the chest, the other runs off, the bleeding man falls to his knees, The figure grabs his head and twists it. The figure looks at the other man who is running away. A silver circular blade comes out into his right arm’s sleeve, he grabs it and throws it at the man, Like a boomerang it hits the man, cutting his head off and comes back to the figure, they go back into the sleeves. He stares down at the man before him
“Failure isn’t accepted”
[glow=Black,2,300]Dread
A Spider-Man Short Story[/glow]
“My name is Peter Parker, I’m Spider-Man and I don’t like to brag but I’m amazing, spectacular hell I’ll even call myself ultimate but in these recent days one can’t go about saving the day without putting another life in danger. Darius Hollister, He’s my age, lives approximately 10 blocks away from me. We share the same middle name and well...we have all the same classes. This is either stalking or someone has a huge crush on me. Well…Maybe it’s the first one.
Spider-Man crouches near the rest of the gothic gargoyles. He looks down at the city streets and near by buildings
“And worst of all…Him and MJ are going out. Not coffee date but movie date, just when I thought I had my chance. This guy takes her from me. I’d hate to be against my own cause but I’d really like to smash his face in. I must focus and let Peter Parker worry about that…Oh god did I actually say that? This all began with me...saving his life"
Spider-Man jumps and what looks like a fall to his death became another sudden swing at the last second.
-Meanwhile-
A man wearing a black suit with a black robe that has one zipper straight down his chest, his arms sleeves are huge. His face is hidden in the darkness of the robe’s hood. A couple of large built men come walking into the dark alley where this dark figure waits on a metal gate. He doesn’t move the slightest.
“Why isn’t the bug dead?”
The figure spoke, one man looked at the other
“He’s fast, stronger and…”
The man takes a second
“The bug put the others behind bars, we barely escaped”
“I didn’t ask why you two are here…I asked why isn’t he dead?”
“We failed, we’re sorry”
“Sorry is never good enough”
He jumps down onto the concret, grabs the man by his throat, a sword comes out from his left arm sleeve, He stabs the man in the chest, the other runs off, the bleeding man falls to his knees, The figure grabs his head and twists it. The figure looks at the other man who is running away. A silver circular blade comes out into his right arm’s sleeve, he grabs it and throws it at the man, Like a boomerang it hits the man, cutting his head off and comes back to the figure, they go back into the sleeves. He stares down at the man before him
“Failure isn’t accepted”
[glow=Black,2,300]Dread
A Spider-Man Short Story[/glow]
