Chapter 1
Okay, let’s run this back one last time.
You were bitten by a radioactive spider, and for the past 2 years or so, you’ve been New York’s one and only spider-man. Pretty sure you know how the rest goes.
It was like any other evening, you were listening to your police scanner and laying on your favorite rooftop, watching the sky.
It was slower than usual tonight,
quiet.. that’s strange.. you thought to yourself.
You watched as planes overhead swam through the clouds. you could feel your eyes drooping. Juggling work and vigílate life had been hell recently and it was starting to take a toll on you.
just as you were drifting into sleep, the police scanner went off, loudly, you might add.
It was urgent, some kind of emergency.
Fucking FINALLY some action.
you hopped up, stretched and began swinging toward where the police scanner had mentioned.
You perched on a building, listening closely to the small radio.
The police detailed how the suspect seemed to have some kind of advanced tech tentacles or something, thrashing around and causing general chaos. Another thing that they added was that they seemed to.. glitch? Not the strangest thing you’ve seen but definitely up there with the weirder ones.
You had eyes from above, giving you the advantage of a better view. The police on the scanners lost track of them, but just as the did you watched a strange figure crash through the boarded windows of the old abandoned church.
Fuckn pigs cant keep track of shit.
Not wanting to waist anymore time, you pocketed the police radio swung from your spot and down into the broken steeple of the church.
You landed in the upper attic, quickly slipping down onto all fours so you didn’t make any unnecessary noise.
You painstakingly navigated your way out of the crumbling upper level and onto the high ceiling of the church.
It was dark and damp insidr, you could smell the old building and build up of must and dust and you know it’s gonna give you one hell of a headache later.
Using your heightened senses, you quickly found the suspect detailed in the police report, they were pacing down one of the isles in a panic. They were muttering to themselves, something about not knowing where they were. They looked incredibly out of place with all the weird tubing and electronic stuff. Something about seemed incredibly off, like they didn’t quite fit in with the world around them, real uncanny shit.
You climbed down from the ceiling and sat in one of the pews, crossing your legs and waiting patiently for them to notice you.
“So uhh, you coming from a rave or something?” their head shot to you, and soon one of the tentacles was barreling towards your direction. You quickly webbed back up to the wall, clearly this person did not mean well. Something about them seemed incredibly off-putting in a way you couldn’t describe.
“JESUS SQUIDWARD COOL IT-” the church’s foundation rumbled, several boards falling to the ground. It was good that this fight wasn’t in the street, but also not ideal that it was in a deteriorating building.
The octopus did not seem to like your quips and went to attack you again. You continued to observe while dodging tentacles and thrown pews, trying to gauge why this person was so weird when suddenly, there was a loud flash of colorful light from outside the church, shining through the broken stained glass windows.
This night was already weird as hell but you NEVER would have guessed a motorcycle would crash into the church.