Enøshima
Spider-Man Volume 1, Issue #1: Along Came A Spider
There are moments which can change you forever. Whether it be happy, sad, or anywhere in between. I have had two of those types of moments. I was born with this rare radiation disease. My parents didn't know if I would even survive the year, let alone 15. But during my freshman year at Midtown High, I went on a field trip with my class to Oscorp. None other than Norman Osborn himself gave us a tour of the facility. I guess I was paying too close attention to what he was saying to even notice the spider crawling down my arm. What I did notice however, is the intense pain I felt when it bit me. Unfortunately, everyone else noticed too when I yelled out in pain. I could see Flash Thompson cracking up at my expense. It astounds me that I was even friends with that guy for so long. My best friend Harry Osborn shut him up pretty quickly though.
Little did I know the bite that day would save my life, and give me extraordinary abilities. I have no clue as to how, but next time I went in for a checkup, the radiation was no longer there, and I was given a clean bill of health. It must have been the spider somehow. Along with being radiation free, I learned over the next few weeks of these extraordinary abilities I've been given. I have this sixth sense of sorts which alerts me of incoming danger. I like to call it my 'spider sense'. Besides that, I have superhuman strength and agility. Weirdly enough, none of these abilities included webbing of any sort. So after months of research, and experimenting, I was able to make a device which allows me to fire an adhesive 'webbing'. I began trying to help pay off my Aunt May's bills by using my gifts in the wrestling ring.
At the end of freshman year, my aunt and uncle found out about the wrestling gig. I got into a huge argument with my Uncle Ben, and stormed out of the house. Looking back, I wish those weren't my last words to him. I could've stopped the guy that did it, but no, I had to be a rebellious teen at that point. When I came back home, I saw police cars out front. A couple of days later, I found the guy, and he ended up behind bars. From that day on I decided that I would use my powers to help others. Obviously Peter Parker isn't really a superhero name, so I became, the extraordinary Spider-Man! No wait.. Spectacular Spider-Man? Ah forget the title thing. Let's just go with Spider-Man.
Now
Tuesday, 1:51pm, Midtown High
I'm just blankly watching the clock tick by in history class as I hear Mr. Maxwell ramble on.
Harry: "Hey Pete, you awake in there?" He asks me as he snaps his fingers.
Peter: "What? Oh. Yeah Harry, I'm here."
Where was I? Oh right, history.. Don't get me wrong, history is important, just like all education. The thing is, I'm just more into the idea of being a superhero more than history class. As I look out the window, there's sirens that go by. Looks to be a chase of some sort. Finally, some action! Time to get out and- oh right, time for one of the classic excuses.
Peter: "Mr. Maxwell, can I go to the washroom?"
"Yeah sure Peter, just make it quick ok? I'm just getting to the interesting stuff now!"
"Quick. Right!"
I make sure no one's in the hallways, and I dash towards my locker. Gotta go fast, otherwise I might lose them. When I get there I open up my locker and grab my bag that has my suit in it. I shut my locker door, and lock it. After that, I head to the alleyway nearby the school to suit up. Man I really need to get more efficient at this whole changing into costume thing. A minute goes by of me struggling to get into my costume. Finally I get my mask on. I zip up my backpack, and climb up the nearby wall up to the rooftop. From there, I start to websling from building to building, hoping to catch up to the getaway car. Navigating my way through streets of Queens, avoiding any signs I may come across along the way. Eventually, I hear a faint siren ahead. Could be something completely different, but let's hope luck is on my side today. Sure enough, luck is on my side, as the police cars are chasing the tron like vehicle ahead. I shoot webs at the getaway car, and fling myself on it. I guess the driver notices I'm here, as he starts to swerve more. Making my way to the cockpit of the car. Once there, I finally have a clear view at the driver. He pulls out a gun. I get climb back up, as he unloads into the cockpit. Once he's fired off his clip, I crawl back and shoot out a web, flinging the gun out of the car, shattering the rest of the glass.
"You do realize that the tron convention was months ago right?"
"What?"
"Well from this vehicle you clearly stole, to your attempt at a tron cosplay. C'mon. Nothing?"
"Ugh SHUT UP!!" He yells at me as he vigorously cranks the wheel back and forth. I stand up as I notice a police barricade ahead. I web up the tires, and I web up a net ahead. Hopefully this works. I grab the tron villain and I leap off. I take most of the impact when we land on the sidewalk. I web up the area more, to make sure the vehicle slows down. He takes this time to punch me, and to make his get away.
"Ah yes, the punch and run tactic. Sorry to say it didn't work this time." I make a web going from the side of a building to a street light, at ankle height, as a tripwire. As predicted, he keeps his head up as he runs, and he trips. I web him up at his hands, arms, legs, and chest. There's still more I want to know, so I won't make a web gag yet.
"So, Tron villain, what do you actually call yourself? I can't take myself seriously calling you tron villain all day long."
"It's Overdrive." He replies with a glare as he spits at me.
"Your first name has to be Sunset right?" All I'm getting is a blank glare.
"As in, Sunset Overdrive. Fun popular open-world game. Nothing ringing a bell? Wow, this really isn't my day. The fact that I have to explain all these things to you is sad. Don't worry, I'll do better next time."
"SHUT UP! YOU'RE SO ANNOYING! WHAT ARE YOU, A KID? You're lucky my boss isn't here."
"Ooo so you're going to be co-operative? My lucky day!"
"If that's what it takes to shut you up finally, fine. I was hired to steal what you call a 'tron' vehicle, and bring it to my employer, and then he would pay me."
"Sounds simple enough. Got a name for your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man here? I got places to be."
"All I know is the name he gave me. No idea if it's his real name or not.. It's Mister Negative."
"Wow, and I thought your name was bad. Yikes.. Alright, well have fun in prison." With that, I web his mouth, so I don't have to worry about his spit ruining my great costume! I grab my backpack, and unzip it, grabbing a sticky note from one of the pouches, and a pen. I write on the note 'From your friendly neighbourhood spiderman', and I stick it on Overdrive.
"Hands up!"
"Ok, ok.. Cya!" I leap up on the wall, and make my get away.
A board room 2:15pm
"So? I take it you've seen the news?"
"Yes Mr. Negative, I have. This Spider-Man has potential. Your Overdrive did well. We'll have to test his limitations more, but soon enough Spider-Man will join me. He will become my dark avenger and I will make him the rightful heir to the Osborn legacy."
"Your will be done Norman. I'll start my search for more 'specials' to test the spider."
"Thank you. Your loyalty will always be rewarded."
Spider-Man Volume 1, Issue #1: Along Came A Spider
There are moments which can change you forever. Whether it be happy, sad, or anywhere in between. I have had two of those types of moments. I was born with this rare radiation disease. My parents didn't know if I would even survive the year, let alone 15. But during my freshman year at Midtown High, I went on a field trip with my class to Oscorp. None other than Norman Osborn himself gave us a tour of the facility. I guess I was paying too close attention to what he was saying to even notice the spider crawling down my arm. What I did notice however, is the intense pain I felt when it bit me. Unfortunately, everyone else noticed too when I yelled out in pain. I could see Flash Thompson cracking up at my expense. It astounds me that I was even friends with that guy for so long. My best friend Harry Osborn shut him up pretty quickly though.
Little did I know the bite that day would save my life, and give me extraordinary abilities. I have no clue as to how, but next time I went in for a checkup, the radiation was no longer there, and I was given a clean bill of health. It must have been the spider somehow. Along with being radiation free, I learned over the next few weeks of these extraordinary abilities I've been given. I have this sixth sense of sorts which alerts me of incoming danger. I like to call it my 'spider sense'. Besides that, I have superhuman strength and agility. Weirdly enough, none of these abilities included webbing of any sort. So after months of research, and experimenting, I was able to make a device which allows me to fire an adhesive 'webbing'. I began trying to help pay off my Aunt May's bills by using my gifts in the wrestling ring.
At the end of freshman year, my aunt and uncle found out about the wrestling gig. I got into a huge argument with my Uncle Ben, and stormed out of the house. Looking back, I wish those weren't my last words to him. I could've stopped the guy that did it, but no, I had to be a rebellious teen at that point. When I came back home, I saw police cars out front. A couple of days later, I found the guy, and he ended up behind bars. From that day on I decided that I would use my powers to help others. Obviously Peter Parker isn't really a superhero name, so I became, the extraordinary Spider-Man! No wait.. Spectacular Spider-Man? Ah forget the title thing. Let's just go with Spider-Man.
Now
Tuesday, 1:51pm, Midtown High
I'm just blankly watching the clock tick by in history class as I hear Mr. Maxwell ramble on.
Harry: "Hey Pete, you awake in there?" He asks me as he snaps his fingers.
Peter: "What? Oh. Yeah Harry, I'm here."
Where was I? Oh right, history.. Don't get me wrong, history is important, just like all education. The thing is, I'm just more into the idea of being a superhero more than history class. As I look out the window, there's sirens that go by. Looks to be a chase of some sort. Finally, some action! Time to get out and- oh right, time for one of the classic excuses.
Peter: "Mr. Maxwell, can I go to the washroom?"
"Yeah sure Peter, just make it quick ok? I'm just getting to the interesting stuff now!"
"Quick. Right!"
I make sure no one's in the hallways, and I dash towards my locker. Gotta go fast, otherwise I might lose them. When I get there I open up my locker and grab my bag that has my suit in it. I shut my locker door, and lock it. After that, I head to the alleyway nearby the school to suit up. Man I really need to get more efficient at this whole changing into costume thing. A minute goes by of me struggling to get into my costume. Finally I get my mask on. I zip up my backpack, and climb up the nearby wall up to the rooftop. From there, I start to websling from building to building, hoping to catch up to the getaway car. Navigating my way through streets of Queens, avoiding any signs I may come across along the way. Eventually, I hear a faint siren ahead. Could be something completely different, but let's hope luck is on my side today. Sure enough, luck is on my side, as the police cars are chasing the tron like vehicle ahead. I shoot webs at the getaway car, and fling myself on it. I guess the driver notices I'm here, as he starts to swerve more. Making my way to the cockpit of the car. Once there, I finally have a clear view at the driver. He pulls out a gun. I get climb back up, as he unloads into the cockpit. Once he's fired off his clip, I crawl back and shoot out a web, flinging the gun out of the car, shattering the rest of the glass.
"You do realize that the tron convention was months ago right?"
"What?"
"Well from this vehicle you clearly stole, to your attempt at a tron cosplay. C'mon. Nothing?"
"Ugh SHUT UP!!" He yells at me as he vigorously cranks the wheel back and forth. I stand up as I notice a police barricade ahead. I web up the tires, and I web up a net ahead. Hopefully this works. I grab the tron villain and I leap off. I take most of the impact when we land on the sidewalk. I web up the area more, to make sure the vehicle slows down. He takes this time to punch me, and to make his get away.
"Ah yes, the punch and run tactic. Sorry to say it didn't work this time." I make a web going from the side of a building to a street light, at ankle height, as a tripwire. As predicted, he keeps his head up as he runs, and he trips. I web him up at his hands, arms, legs, and chest. There's still more I want to know, so I won't make a web gag yet.
"So, Tron villain, what do you actually call yourself? I can't take myself seriously calling you tron villain all day long."
"It's Overdrive." He replies with a glare as he spits at me.
"Your first name has to be Sunset right?" All I'm getting is a blank glare.
"As in, Sunset Overdrive. Fun popular open-world game. Nothing ringing a bell? Wow, this really isn't my day. The fact that I have to explain all these things to you is sad. Don't worry, I'll do better next time."
"SHUT UP! YOU'RE SO ANNOYING! WHAT ARE YOU, A KID? You're lucky my boss isn't here."
"Ooo so you're going to be co-operative? My lucky day!"
"If that's what it takes to shut you up finally, fine. I was hired to steal what you call a 'tron' vehicle, and bring it to my employer, and then he would pay me."
"Sounds simple enough. Got a name for your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man here? I got places to be."
"All I know is the name he gave me. No idea if it's his real name or not.. It's Mister Negative."
"Wow, and I thought your name was bad. Yikes.. Alright, well have fun in prison." With that, I web his mouth, so I don't have to worry about his spit ruining my great costume! I grab my backpack, and unzip it, grabbing a sticky note from one of the pouches, and a pen. I write on the note 'From your friendly neighbourhood spiderman', and I stick it on Overdrive.
"Hands up!"
"Ok, ok.. Cya!" I leap up on the wall, and make my get away.
A board room 2:15pm
"So? I take it you've seen the news?"
"Yes Mr. Negative, I have. This Spider-Man has potential. Your Overdrive did well. We'll have to test his limitations more, but soon enough Spider-Man will join me. He will become my dark avenger and I will make him the rightful heir to the Osborn legacy."
"Your will be done Norman. I'll start my search for more 'specials' to test the spider."
"Thank you. Your loyalty will always be rewarded."