Chapter 10
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10. Happy Halloween
- Summary -*
10 years after the bite, and he was reunited with the symbiote. He was separated from MJ, but he'd found another woman to lean on. With his newfound strength, he was ruthless; unstoppable even. It was too perfect to last when an old foe crept back, back and better than ever. All was not as it seemed with our hero. He was back in black, but not for long. -SpiderCat/SpiderSable-*
A/N: This chapter is filler while I finish glueing together the events of the next couple of chapters. The storyline is set and the puzzles are ready, I'm just piecing it together.
Happy Halloween*
- A Month And A Half Ago - October 31st - 08:00PM - Central Park -
Peter stood in line of the Halloween carnival, waiting for the queue he was in to slowly shorten. He stood staring at the booth a couple meters away from him. The wall-crawler checked his watch from beneath his costume, which beeped twice upon the time changing to a brand new hour.
"Alright," Peter said to the woman in front of him, and looked up at her, "It's eight. It should open now. Remind me again why we're doing this?"
Felicia looked back at him and playfully stuck her tongue out, and then said, "Because I like it, I want to go, it's expensive and you volunteered to pay for this."
Peter crossed his arms and eyed her while he replied, "Okay, we definitely did not volunteer! You dragged us into this!" Then Peter whispered, "Besides, what if we get caught?"
Felicia then spoke in a tone low enough so only Peter could hear her in, "You won't get caught. Maybe next time, you should buy a real costume,"
Felicia remembered who she was talking to, and remembered the attributes of Peter's current costume. "Or maybe a not -so-real costume."
Peter's Halloween outfit was particularly strange - it was himself. Well, not technically himself.
- Half An Hour Ago - Flashback - Peter's Apartment - 07:32PM -
"No, Peter. I don't want to," Felicia said, a few minutes after dyeing her hair blonde, and lying in bed with Peter a couple hours after anonymously reporting Taskmaster's death. It was only around five or six hours ago, and Peter could remember every vivid detail.
"Fine, fine," Peter mumbled.
"What happened?" Felicia asked, stretching her arms and rolling over to the other side of the bed, facing away from Peter.
"Nothing," Peter replied, "We're just… frustrated - Or, I am."
Felicia giggled a little, then immediately shot up, wide-eyed. "Peter! We're going to the festival in Central Park!"
"What!? No, no, no, no, no! No we're not!" Peter exclaimed, sitting up next to her.
Without saying anything, Felicia sprang out of bed, walking over to her side of the room, eagerly grabbing her make-up and store-bought Halloween costume. Peter just sat and watched, eyes-wide and eyebrows raised, his lips tightly together. Felicia applied a bold black mascara over her eyelashes, bringing out each lash with definition. Then, the thief pulled out a black lipstick, carefully applying it over her lips, slathering the colour over it, layering it up to make a bold, standing black.
"Why not, Peter?" Felicia asked, removing her T-shirt and shorts, leaving her in her underwear, leaving it in a cupboard.
"Because," Peter began, stepping out of the bed, aimlessly throwing the sheets off of him. "First of all, we don't have a costume. Thirdly-"
"Thirdly, you forgot secondly. Fourthly, you've got the symbiote. Just venomise or something," Felicia interrupted with a smug smirk, taking out a brand new black cloak, which had a rectangular collar, the inside lined with a red fabric. She also took out red leggings, carrying the two pieces of clothing with her and dumping it on the bed.
Peter rolled his eyes and sighed, replying, "Felicia, it's been a long day. First we lose our job, while you're out shopping for whatever. Then, Taskmaster comes out of nowhere. Point three, Deadpool jumps out of the pits of the Earth and kills him. Can't we just sleep?" Peter asked, moving closer to her.
Felicia stuck her tongue out at him and shook her head like a toddler, returning to the cupboard to pull out a black skirt dress. Peter rolled his eyes and gave in, knowing there is no escaping this one. Felicia pulled the dress over her head and put it on, beckoning him to close the zip behind her, from which he obliged. Felicia put on the rest of her clothing, pulling up the red leggings while Peter quickly went to the fridge to get a carton of orange juice. Peter walked by the doorway and slurped the straw of his drink, allowing the fruity, tasty goodness to spread in his tongue and rush down his throat. Felicia finished putting on her Halloween costume, excluding the cloak. She swayed her hips as she walked over beside Peter, bending over to pick up her high-heels from behind the door, her rear-end sticking up high as she lifted her shoes off the ground. Peter couldn't resist his temptation, and gave her a quick spank, the force of the connection causing quite a bit of noise, even through the clothing. Felicia was a little shocked by this and it made her jump a little, and she calmly turned around to see her 'boyfriend' shrug with a smirk on his face. It wasn't in Felicia's nature to get mad over something as small as this, in her opinion. She'd just get revenge. She'd get mad over what Peter did to her father, something like that. Felicia slipped on her high heels, and as she walked past Peter, she quickly but strongly gripped his genitals, squeezing hard until her hand became a clenched fist and Peter's parts popped out of her hand.
Peter was winded and the pain in his section was unimaginable, and he tried his best to fight back a tear in his watery eyes as his face flushed red. "Alright… that… was a low blow… Felicia!" The pain in his balls he felt
also resided in his stomach and travelled to his abdomen, causing him to clench them lightly in pain. His knees felt weak and he slid his back against the wall and sat down. Peter managed not to cry, but sat still, heavily breathing.
"Well, I can't say it didn't feel good hurting you badly after what you did," Felicia said out loud, finally putting on her cloak, her mind on something other than the spanking.
Peter painfully got up, stumbling and walking slowly, then looked at her with a face asking, 'Seriously?'
Peter spoke, "A little smack on the behind… versus this… a great big pinch… on my spider-rider."
Felicia caught on to what Peter meant and her eyes widened, but then she just smirked and shrugged.
Peter sighed, speaking, "Let's… Let's just go over to the park. It starts in twen-twenty minutes."
Peter limped a little as the pain resided, then with a mental command, the symbiote flooded out of his pores, covering his white vest and blue boxers, completely shrouding him in black. The liquid-like form of the symbiote solidified over Peter, the hero once again donning his black suit. The white emblem stood out above all else, like a white star in the midnight sky. His white eyes were circular, but they soon changed sharp and intimidating into the iconic spider-eyes we all know and love, as Peter felt the last of the alien settle down as his suit. Suddenly, the pain in his midsection and testicles decreased, transforming from a migraine-like feeling into a soft punch-like feeling.
"Damn," Peter spoke, adjusting his legs and retracting his mask for the moment, "We should've done that earlier. Huh. Nice costume. Gothic?" he spoke, looking at Felicia, who simply scoffed and walked out of the building. Peter followed as SpiderMan, minus the mask, surprisingly fooling everybody due to the spooky occasion of Halloween. But, deciding
not to risk it, the symbiote extended and cocooned Peter's face on command, protecting his identity as he donned his mask once more.
- The present - 08:02PM - Central Park -
Peter crossed his arms in line, shuffling forward as time went on, getting ever so close to the ticket booth, only to wait for minute-long intervals after every step. The symbiote surrounding the exposed patch on his left wrist re-closed after Peter looked up from his watch. The hero, currently anti-hero, almost stumbled when something accidentally ran into his leg from behind. Peter could understand why his spider-sense didn't warn him about it, when he and Felicia looked back behind Peter.
"I'm sorry, Mr. SpiderMan! Don't eat me, please!" A little girl spoke, clearly shaking with fear after hearing about the news on the lethal protector. She was very young; five years old.
Felicia simply giggled as Peter calmly explained to the girl, "Hey, hey, hey, it's alright. Relax, kid. It's just a Halloween costume," he spoke, crouching down to her size. "Just like you're pretending to be Captain Marvel, I'm SpiderMan."
The girl stopped shaking and stared at him for a while, then relaxing. She said, "It's a great costume! It's very realistic!"
Peter chuckled and thanked her, then standing up. Mentally, the symbiote said, "J ust a costume?!"
Peter inwardly replied, "Come on, you know I don't mean that."
Mini Miss Danvers took notice of that, asking him who he was talking to. Eager to change the subject, Peter asked, "Where are your parents?"
As if on queue, a tall man came running with his car-keys still in hand, apologising to Peter, speaking, "I'm sorry, man. She was just so excited for the festival, she ran as soon as she left the car. Uh, nice costume, but should you really be dressing up as a wanted criminal?"
Peter raised an eyebrow, then spoke, "Dude. Look around. There are people dressing up as people who've done much worse than Spidey. Plus, I'm pretty sure you're dressed up as Carnage."
"Touche. But, you might wanna go. You're holding up the line," the man said.
To Peter's surprise, he turned around to see the zone clear, with people already overtaking him. Luckily, from afar, Felicia signalled to Peter with two tickets in her waving hand. Peter speedily left the line and ran over to her. He took his ticket, and they both entered past the gates.
As soon as Peter entered, he saw the lights, festivities and food. Everything was eye-catching; the colours, lights, masks, fireworks. Everything.
"Well maybe this might not be as bad as we thought," Peter spoke, rubbing the back of his neck, taking in the sights and costumes of most people. "And maybe you're the only one not wearing a costume of one of my villains, allies, the avengers… or me. Or, us. "
Felicia rolled her eyes and spoke, "I'm gonna go buy some candy for free," she winked at Peter after she spoke the sentence, then asking, "Want some?"
In Peter's mind, the symbiote growled, "I'm hungry, Peter. Phenethylamine…"
Peter hurriedly said out loud, "Oh yeah - chocolate! Lots of chocolate. Like, a lot ," Peter said, eyeing Felicia down from behind the mask, Peter's mind affecting him, suddenly giving him cravings for said chemical phenethylamine. Peter continued, "It's either lots of that sugary, delicious, phenethylamine-filled snack, or human brains."
Felicia caught on, instantly fleeing to purchase said chocolate, not even caring about her own wants anymore.
Peter protested when the symbiote tried to take over as Venom and just bite off someone's head, walking around. Peter's spider-sense went off, and he
dodged his head to the side, looking back to see a group of teenagers each dressed up as Venom, throwing pieces of candy at him from a pop-corn tub. Peter dodged more, getting angrier each time they threw another.
"Fuck you, SpiderMan! Venom could kick your ass any day," one of the young fakers said.
Another added, "Just go home! Take off your stupid costume; you don't deserve to wear Venom's colours!"
This angered Peter, who mumbled to himself, "They clearly haven't seen the latest news…"
Another teenager threw a candy apple at Peter, who instinctively caught the item, then squeezing it and popping it out of anger. The apple burst, sending juice and chocolate over Peter and the symbiote. Peter couldn't control his rage, and he couldn't take being humiliated in public by a group of teenagers. He looked around to see people laughing, but he looked forward to see a chocolate bar coming straight at his face. Suddenly, a toothy maw escaped into view, snapping up and swallowing the said chocolate bar. The surrounding people watched in shock as SpiderMan grew in size, becoming a towering Venom, scaring the kids shitless.
"Th-That's the real-real SpiderMan! Aw, man-I- I thought it was a fake!" one said, paralysed in fear.
Another frantically said, "Nononothat'stherealVenom! Spider-ManisVenom!"
Venom approached them, as people around him began to scream and run, nobody bothering to call the police, luckily. Despite the teenager's protests and rushed, fake apologies Venom kept walking, until the teenagers fell back and onto the ground. Behind their masks, they were horrified, looking up at the real Venom, the kids paralysed from fear. Venom opened his slobbery jaws, his toothy mouth open to the air. His tongue snaked over his teeth and hung in the air, green, acidic saliva dripping from it. He extended his jaws open wide as he crouched down to a teenager, the saliva dripping from his toothy cavern. Venom swiftly moved his face towards the teen,
who screamed and closed his eyes, waiting for the pain. But - he felt nothing. He opened his eyes to see the black beast gnawing and munching his face into the tub of sugary snacks eating away at it. Venom cleaned the tub white, bits of green saliva stringing from the box, connecting to his teeth and tongue.
Venom pulled his face out and stood up, tossing the tub at one of the teenagers. "Happy Halloween," Venom growled, reverting back into Spidey.
Instantly, the kids upped and ran away, scared and intimidated. Peter simply laughed and spoke, "They deserved that."
He looked to his right to see his 'girlfriend' return with a smirk upon witnessing the whole thing, her phone in hand with the camera light on. She was, in fact, carrying two other extra large tubs. Tubs of chocolate, indeed.
"Happy Halloween," Peter and the symbiote said in unison, "Happy Halloween indeed."
A/N: Not gonna say much. Review and let me know what you think: I can upload the next few chapters one by one, or I can multi-upload, but it's a longer wait for you guys and gals. P.S. The chapter title says it all. Happy Halloween, even if you don't celebrate it. Just have a good day/night/whatever. Haha, until the next chapter.
End of Chapter 10.