THE NEW BEGINNING


Dr. Otto Octavius was working on debugging his arms code. He was so close to having every minute control fixed. Peter's Glue worked perfectly to get his arms linked to the harness. and the epoxy applied.

Ok uploading again. He walked over to the arms, upload 87% complete. He started to get the arms in their slots, he looked back at the screen, complete. He grinned and turned back to his arms. They were all ready for showing off, his life was going to get easier again. He sighed with relief, then turned around to find himself staring down the barrel of a gun. Norman Osborn was holding the gun.

“Hello Otto, I'm sure you know what I'm here for.” Norman said Smiling that horrible sickly grin of his.
“Surly you would at least let me have the arms, I've given you over $3,000,000.” Octavius said.
“Oh, I don't need the money, I wanted to destroy you.” Osborn said. “If I needed money I would have dealt with someone who had it. Those arms however would be perfect for my needs.”
“You can't take them!” Octavius said.
“Oh I can, and I will. Whats more you will help me, if you want to live.” Norman said.
He waved the gun over at the arms, then pointed it back at Otto.
“Hurry up,” He said.
Otto got to work on it he started charging up the arms. He was feverishly trying to come up with a way to kill Osborn, but nothing came to him. The arms were almost done charging, he had to come up with something fast.
“I'm growing highly impatient, if you want to live, get those up and running now.” Norman said. Then pulled on the trigger, the bullet went into the mount where his arms were resting.
The arms were done charging, he had run out of time.
“Ok Norman, stand on the platform and the arms will attach to you.” he said.
Norman walked up and stood on the platform. It had suddenly jolted the doctors memory on what to do. He looked down at a lever next to his desk and pulled it.
“What are you doing!!!” Norman screamed.
“Killing you!” Octavius Yelled with hate.

The next events happened very quickly, the lever that Octavius pulled emitted a high pitch sonic blast, the octopus and squid tank shattered. And the wall of water collapsed on Norman.
Otto braced himself for impact. The water hit hard and nearly pulled him off his feet, but he managed to stay standing. Glass and water was everywhere, Otto walked over to his arms, they still stood in perfect condition. He looked around for Norman, he was laying in the ground in bad shape, from the looks of him he was dead.
He did it, he stopped Norman Osborn! The Monster wasn't that strong after all.

Octavius thought about what had just happened, how he was bullied his whole life, how everyone was watching him, waiting for him to make a mistake. Then holding him under their thumbs the second he did. How his wife theft him because he was getting old, how Norman haunted his every living moment. Everyone hated him, he knew this, and they would pay, he would take power.

Norman was right, the arms were what he needed, he could get back at everyone with them.
He stood in the harness, and strapped it on. The arms came to life, whirled around him and danced like snakes. He stood there and turned to Norman.
“You were the first of many to feel my wrath. Now the whole world will know that I am a man to be reckoned with.” he said.
His arms pulled him up in the air, then started plowing machinery out of his way.
He plowed his out the lab, calling out:
“I will not be afraid of anyone again!!!”
__.....__

“So Parker, you decide to come early like me, good idea.” Cletus said.
“Well if you think it's a good idea maybe I should start planning on 15 minutes late.” Peter said.
“You really hate me don't you.” Cletus said.
They walked up the steps and on into the building. When they got in Peter said:
“No, I just hate that you don't value life at all.”
“Maybe you should look around, we are the most wasteful beings on the planet. We have no respect for the earth, and we have managed to unbalance the ecosystem beyond repair.” Cletus said.

“First of all, you and I both know that global warming isn't happening, it's over, two carbon emissions are to small an amount to effect the overall temperature of the earth. With a constant same temperature sun yes it would but, the earth moves in and out. The temperatures are falling again anyway. But thats not the point, killing is wrong, and you are a killer in spirit.” Peter said vehemently.

“Oh someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.” Cletus said with a scowl.
“Stop changing the subject, your wrong, killing mankind off will do nothing but destroy, and think about how many lives would be ruined.” Peter said still angry.

Cletus started to say something but suddenly they both heard a high pitch noise, along with the sound of the worlds largest glass breaking. Next they heard shouting and stomping. It was coming from Octavius's lab. Peter ran towards the at Pet double doors which had water gushing through the cracks. Suddenly both doors came off their hinges, flying out at him. He ducked, and they just barely missed him. Peter looked up and saw Dr. Otto Octavius wearing his arms.
“Kassia!!!!” Octavius yelled with murder in his eyes.
Cletus ran out the door, he was sprinting toward his car. As much as peter hated to admit it, he had to distract Octavius long enough for Cletus to get away.
“Don't do it.” Peter yelled at Octavius.
Octavius turned to him, and scowled.
“You are nothing, so I will deal with you accordingly.” He said.
And with that one of Octavius's arm whipped around and hit Peter in the gut. Peter went flying end over end across the room and through the glass doors on the other side where he smacked into a set of large Plexiglas containers. The last thing he remembered before he passed out were two tiny stings in his arm.


__.....__

Dr. Curt Connors was driving in his car when he came up to his lab. It was surrounded by ambulances, fire trucks, police, and the media. Curt got out of his car, but he couldn't get anywhere because of the onslaught of reporters.
They were yelling questions at him, of course he had no idea what was going on, he just got here. But then one lunged out and said:

“How does the Dr. Octopus crisis affect your research?” the short brown haired lady said.
He brushed by not saying anything, until he got to the lab's lawn where he saw yellow police tape.
“What have they done.” he muttered.
A police officer came up to him, she started to tell him to stay back, but he showed his ID so she let him through. He walked across the lawn and saw several heavy containers and machinery laying around. The lawn itself was bad, but what was really surprising was a mid-sized SUV caught in a tree, dangling dangerously.
A young male Officer walked up to him, and stared at his missing arm for a minute; something Connors had gotten used to over the years. No matter how hard you try if people have something wrong with them it usually gets noticed first.

“So what is going on? I don't like being in the dark about whats going on.” Connors said.
“Well I don't have a lot of Info, but as far as we know Dr. Octavius started tearing through here on his arm gadgets. We had fourteen calls about a Dr. Octopus” The cop said.
“So any reason he did this?” Connors said.
“We were kind of hoping you knew.”
“Great I have no clue, so how many were hurt.”
“Well hurt we have a lot of, about 36 the last time I checked, 27 of them are critical, and 20 people are dead.” the cop said.
“Wow, can I talk to any of my guys who were at the scene?” Connors said.
“Well we have one, his name is Peter Parker.” the cop said.

Connors wasn't surprised that Peter would be there. As clumsy as he was Connors always got the feeling that Peter could handle himself. He walked up the steps which were crumbled up. They stepped in and Connors saw damaged tile leading to what used to be a door. Peter was sitting on a chair next to Betty Brant on the far side of the room. Connors after looking at the mess in the main hall walked over to Peter.

“Hey Peter, I hear you caught up in this mess.” Connors said, then looked at all the large cuts and bruises, Peter was not in good condition. He continued “Are you all right? Has anybody looked you over?”
“Yeah I've been checked on bye the paramedics, but I told them this was nothing I couldn't handle and they went on to people who really need help.” Peter said. “I mean all I have are a couple of broken ribs and a few bad scrapes, there are some people here who are on the verge of dying.
“What happened? I mean was it Octavius, or is something else going on?” Connors said.

Peter sighed and looked at the floor, then looked back up at Curt.
“You know you are the eighth person to ask me was it Octavius.” He said. “ Yes it was him, and he did go crazy. Me and Cletus were arguing about something when we came in, and then we heard the glass fish tank in Octavius's lab shatter. Then he plowed through those doors.” He pointed at the wrecked door frame. “He started to go after Cletus, I tried yelling at him to buy Cletus some time. He quickly tossed me through those doors” Pointing at the spider-lab. “I really don't know about anything after that.”

“Did you get the spiders dealt with?” Connors suddenly concerned, and looking around on the floors.
“Yeah me and a couple of other guys got them rounded up, but we lost Octavius's gene-poison spiders, they got really squashed.” Peter said.
“That's not good.” Connors said, hen turned to Betty.”Do you know anything?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I was caught in traffic, by the time I got here the police were just arriving.”
Connors sighed then said, “Well if you guys don't mind I'm gonna check around.”

He turned around and headed for Octavius's lab, or what was left of it. From what he could see the entire place was a wreck, the stench was bad with a dead squid. The good thing was that the water drained out fairly well. He guessed the Octavius was right in putting big drains in case something bad happened.

The police were everywhere, that same cop seemed to be doing a lot to maintain the peace outside. Connors looked over the mounting place for the arms, and saw some damage, like it had been charged too much to fast. Then he looked at the middle of the mount, and saw a bullet.
“Hey come over and see this.” He said.

A female cop ran over to him and looked.
“Looks like a 9mm round.” she said.
“Yeah, but it's weird for it to be here.” He said.
“Your right, I'll look into it.” She said.
“Could he have been threatened?” Connors asked.
“Yes, and this honestly looks like a stray round, lets see if there are more in this room..” The cop said.

She then walked of and showed it to some other cop. Connors contemplated the implications of Octavius being threatened. He was concerned, was someone using him? Or was it something else?

__.....__


A LAND OCTOPUS


The next day Peter sat on his bed, he was not doing so well. He was not really sick, but he was feeling a little dizzy and he felt a little off-balance. Connors had given him the week of because off injuries, and they were not going to be able to do much anyway. Gwen had come over and asked how he was doing, she also brought a pound cake.
After she had left things got lonely. He had watched television, but all that was on was the Doc Ock coverage.

He got up out of bed, and walked to the kitchen, he walked faster than usual. He was feeling really weird, but thought he might just be hungry. He grabbed a microwavable pizza a stuck it in. While he waited he turned on the TV, more Doc Ock speculation. Do these people have a life?
“This just in, an actor known as Quintin Beck has announced his plan for dealing with “Doc Ock”.
The screen changed to an image of the famous actor, who had Brown hair and eyes. He was tall and was wearing a green shirt.

“I believe that the cops are not doing their job, and as a result I am currently devising a suit capable of stopping this mad man.” Quintin Beck said.
“this man wants to take our freedom and our safety, we will not let him. And we the people have a right to defend ourselves.” he said
A reporter asked him a question that could not be heard.
“Yes, I Believe that the cops are inadequate. Go ask them how many super-villains they have taken down.” he said, then turned back to the camera.
“If we want our homes to be safe we need a hero, I am that hero. End of discussion.” He said, and then walked out of view of the camera.
Peter contemplated his words. No the Police were doing the best they could, and this Quintin Beck could just be blowing hot air. It always annoyed him when people started acting like experts on subjects they have no clue about.

Peter walked back into the kitchen his food was ready, so he sat back down to eat., Thinking that this was going to be a long day.

__.....__

Dr. Octavius was Knocking cars out of the way, sometimes throwing them, but only when he felt like it. Arnold Thompson was around here somewhere, just hiding in all this wreckage. Who would he take down first, Arnold or these pesky cops. On suddenly shot at him from behind, pesky cops win. He grabbed a car and threw it at the cop who shot at him. A couple more shot at him, so he tossed cars at them.

He got bored and went back to whacking cars aside looking for that Thompson guy.
Then he saw the little guy running down an ally. So Octavius just stomped through the ally. The little rat start hiding again, back whacking cars, he thought that this was going to be a long day.

__.....__


Capt. Stacy stood there ordering his officers to cease fire, and to relocate.
How they were going to get this guy was beyond him, but he was going to try his best. He already lost three Officers to this lunatic.
“Sir, we have a problem, He seems to be chasing one particular guy.” One of his younger Officers said.
He contemplated this, and thought of something. He picked up his radio.
“Sneak up and find the guy he is chasing, and bring him back.” he called out.
He saw two of his officers sneak though the cars and rubble. One thing Doc Ock provided was cover. The SWAT team still haven't arrived, they were supposed to be here 10 minutes ago.

He grabbed his gun and pointed it at Doc Ock. If he had to he would shoot this guy down. His guys were getting close to the place were Doc Ock was searching. If he tried he might be able to get off a sneak shot, but he also saw what happened when you miss.

“We got the man he's chasing, he is frightened.” One of his guys said.
Doc Ock tossed around some more cars, and his guys kept getting closer to the squad cars. He was starting to wonder if he was going to make it out alive, and if so at the expense of how many?
The officers got back with a man in their grasp.
“Get in the car, and drive fast I'll deal with this Ock.” Said Capt. Stacy.
“Ok sir.” an officer said.
As they drove off, he grabbed a shotgun out of his car. He headed closer to where Doc Ock was, he was now within 50ft. He then raised the gun and fired, missed darn it. He kept pumping and shooting. The second hit him in the arm, the sixth hit him as well but in the leg. He tossed that gun aside, and pulled out his .22 pistol. Doc Ock was heading for him, but he was bleeding. He pulled up his gun and fired, and got him the chest. Doc Ock raised a car to receive the next blow. He then just dropped it on Capt. Stacy who was only saved by the cars still good tires.

While trying to get out from under the car he heard Doc Ock leave. He sighed looked around seeing no Doc Ock and all the damage, and went to help someone get out of their overturned car.

__.....__

Try as he might Dr. Octavius was having a hard time with his poker face. He was shot in three places, an arm a leg, and his chest. He would have to add that cop to his list of people who would pay for wronging him. There were things about these arms that he would have never guessed would happen, such as being able to cling to buildings, or lift cars. He always believed in doing this in the most dramatic way.

He got up and walked to another building, he was going home.

__.....__

Two

Peter was laying down on his bed feeling much better, he had been through one of the worst sick spell in his life, but he was pulling through now. It felt like his muscles had tightened, and he still had a migraine though. He rolled over, the agony spread through his body.

He decided it was time to take some Ibuprofen. He sat up, and screamed in pain. The pain, the pain, it was so bad. He got up still in pain, this time he was dizzy and not seeing straight, even with the glasses. He reached for the wall and propped himself against the wall, then he realized his hand was stuck to the wall. He yanked against the wall, and the paint ripped off the wall.

Stunned, Peter sat down staring at his hand, no glue so there must be another explanation. He grabbed his bed and felt it stick there to, but he noticed it was a bit a claw like sensation. He stood back up, the pain wasn't as bad as it was before, more background ache than a true pain. Then headed for his lab kit.

He pulled out his magnifying glass and looked at his hand for anything, he saw tiny hairs with hooks in them. He studied them for a while, they looked weird. He thought about clinging to something, and they stood up; he wanted to release, they laid down. He took of his socks, then looked for a stud in the wall, and he started clinging to wall with his hand. Then put a foot on the wall, then the other, he was clinging to the wall! He climbed higher, the started on the ceiling, he was more cautious than ever. It was thrilling! He was now on the ceiling! Then he dropped onto the floor, and wondered why was this happening?

He thought about his DNA, was he some kind of freaky mutant who during a shock, suddenly started having bug powers? He had a theory that people can activate parts of their DNA, that made them live older, but clinging to the ceiling? He suddenly realized he was starving, so he went to get some food out of the fridge. He opened the door, and when he let go of the door handle parts of it fell to the floor. He stared in amazement. And looked at his hand, he didn't look that different, other than if you look really closely.

He grabbed the pieces, and started setting them on the counter; then grabbed his jacket, he was going to talk to somebody who would help him.

__.....__

“Doc Ock,” Dr. Octavius thought, yes he sorta liked the name, it had a nice ring to it.
He got to his makeshift generator, and turned it on, the lights were on and he booted up his computer. He had to make some adjustments in the arms, defense against bullets, and faster reflexes were top on his list. He also thought about making them longer, because he wasn't sure that 10 ft. Would get the job done. Maybe 20 ft., that would help with larger objects.

He sat down and read the news on his computer, he was dodging the real question. The question that was bugging him all this time. Why did he do it? There it was, he killed several people, destroyed a lot of property, and wrecked lives. Did they matter? Honestly he had always been told to care for other people, but why? It didn't affect him, he affected him. That was why he did it, others don't matter, he did. He was all that mattered.

He read a headline saying that he was mentally ill. He wasn't crazy! How could they call him that. What he was, was smart. The world told him it was every man for himself, and that was all he was doing. He looked up the name of the writer, then added it to his hit list. He was low priority, but
Nonetheless this guy was sick, and had to be taken care of.

He turned on his blow torch and got to work on the new composite for the arms, bulletproof was key to stopping that cop.

__.....__

Harry was sitting at his desk working on a modified version of his glove, the battery life on this thing was weak, so he was now concentrating his energy on a better battery. He had come up with away of holding electricity in a non-solid environment, now he just had to miniaturize it.

He realized he hadn't blinked in a while so he sat back for a minute and thought about what he was going to do next. Suddenly someone knocked on his door. He got up slowly, putting something in their drawers, then walked to the door. He opened it up to Peter.“Hey Pete, anything wrong?” he asked. Peter looked just a little worried, and that made him wonder why.
“Yeah, I'm having something weird happen, could I come in?” Peter said looking around.
“Yeah, sorry.” Harry said motioning Peter inside.
“Sorry about the mess, I was working on something.” Harry said.
“Thats ok, I am a slob myself.” Peter said.
Harry walked into his kitchen which was three times larger than Peter's. It was much nicer apartment, he thought for a minute.
“So what's the problem, girlfriend maybe?” Harry said sipping a soda.
“No, and this is sort of awkward.” he paused. “it would probably be better if I can just show you”
Harry raised eyebrow, then motioned to continue. Peter then took off his shoes and socks. Then he took one look at the wall, and jumped up the wall. The jump was an impressive four ft., but the fact that he clung to a wall shocked Harry into dropping his soda all over the floor.
“Ha, ha ...” He stammered, “... How were uh, did you do that?” Harry said still shocked, and unaware of the soda getting all over the floor.
“I don't know, my hands do have tiny hairs on them which seem to have something to do with my ability to cling to walls.” Peter said jumping back down.
“But the jumping, that was like a flea.” Harry said.
“Maybe we do some studies with real lab equipment.” Peter said.
“Yeah, Alan could have helped me, but I'll have to get to the genetics lab myself.” Harry said.
“Can we get there soon?” Peter asked.
“Yes, just give me a minute to clean this mess up.” Harry said pointing at the floor.

Harry got paper towels, and started cleaning up the soda. Peter was feeling stronger than ever. But what could have caused this? His abilities didn't come into existence until today. Why was that? Yesterday he had been knocked across the room, was it trauma? Who knew?

“Ok Pete, lets go.” Harry said while holding his keys.
They stepped outside and walked into an elevator, then Harry pressed the down button.
When they got out, Peter noticed that Harry was thinking to hard to realize Peter was still there. He got like that sometimes, usually when he is onto something. The irony is that back in high school Harry was a grade behind, and Peter was one ahead. Now harry was right up there with Peter in the scientific field, but he was into physics were as Peter was into genetics.

Harry was pulling out of the parking lot. He was only ten blocks from Oscorp, so he was able to go any time he liked. Peter was placing his hand against a window, then pulling away. The sensation was really weird.

He saw Harry pull into Oscorp, he still wasn't talking. Peter always felt uncomfortable with no one talking. Harry kept glancing at Peter out of the corner of his eye, which didn't make Peter feel anymore comfortable. Now Harry was pulling into his designated parking spot.

Harry and Peter got out of the car, still not talking. Harry was typing something that resembled a PDA, Then folded it into his pocket. Harry now walked into an elevator, and motioned Peter to follow him. Once they were in Harry turned to Peter.
“I think that you must understand we have to keep this a secret, so we need to cover your face.” Harry said. Then he pulled a red ski mask out his pocket.
“Here put this on, and when I open the elevator I want you to stay hidden till I can make sure nobody is here.” Harry said, Peter noticed he looked worried. The elevator door opened, and Harry stepped out, Looked around then motioned Peter up at the ceiling. Peter jumped up, and crawled up the wall. He wondered if he looked as dorky as he thought he did. Harry was scanning the area to make sure that nobody was around. Luckily nobody was, Harry came back to him.
“I've got to disable the elevator first.” Harry said.
“Cool, how do you do that?” Peter asked.
“Watch,” Harry replied.
He pulled out his PDA thingy, then typed something into it.
“There, now we are safe.” Harry said.
“What is that thingy?” Peter asked.
“Something I have worked on for a long time. It cost me a lot of grades, but it controls the electronics and security in this building.” Harry replied.
“Cool,” Peter said.

They both headed toward the Plexiglas-glass chamber in the center of the room. Peter was bouncing up and down which seemed to be annoying Harry. Harry punched some more command into his PDA. He hated the way Harry was acting like he was showing off. The real issue was that he couldn't help it, he was feeling the need to jump up and down.
Harry looked up and down between the displays on his PDA and the ones in the lab.
“Ok, get inside, take off your shirt. If the sensor is going to measure your vital signs the shirt has to go.” Harry said.
“Ok,” Peter said.
He headed in and started bouncing some more. Suddenly he thought himself rather funny for this one.
“I'm The amazing Grasshopper-man!” He said leaping in the air.
Harry lifted his eyebrow and headed back to work. Peter thought he was too serious.
Suddenly a Bright blue light shined from the ceiling. Peter looked at it for a minute wondering what it was. He started getting bored in the empty container. He started thinking that his must be what it feels like to be a hamster when Harry got on a microphone.
“Ok there seems to be something wrong, it can't decide weather or not you're human.” Harry said.
“That's bad isn't it?” Peter shouted.
“Yes that very bad. I checked it against myself, it came back that I was human.” Harry said.
“What do you think is causing this?” Peter shouted.
“Your DNA has been severely altered.” Harry said.
“That also couldn't be good.” Peter said.
“You clearly aren't taking this seriously. This deadly bad, you could have as little as ten minutes before you fall over and die.” Harry replied.
“Wouldn't I be feeling worse if I was dying?” Peter asked.
“Not necessarily. According to this you have an average pulse of 80 Bpm.”
“Oh, that is bad.” Peter said. “Can I get out now?”
“Yes,” Harry replied.

Peter put back on his shirt and walked back out of the container. He felt a lot less imprisoned out here than in that ugly blank room. He turned to Harry who seemed to be shutting things down.
“I need to know what caused this. These things don't happen on their own; are you testing any kind of DNA altering device at your lab.” Harry said giving him a stern look.
“No... but there is a DNA altering Spider that got crushed when I was tossed through the glass doors.”
“Could it be causing this?” Harry asked.
“Well we've only tested it on fish so far, with deadly results. Their DNA got vastly altered, and if they hadn't died of shock they would have continued to mutate.” Peter said.
“We need to get a sample, and make an antidote fast.” Harry said.
“We have an antidote that would stop the mutation, but not revert it. That still doesn't save them from dying of shock.” Peter said.
“Get it, is it safe for you? I need to know Peter.” Harry said, he was getting very upset. Peter wasn't feeling much better.
“No, it's never been tested on humans, nor has anybody ever been bitten by the spider.” Peter said.

Harry set down his PDA ran his fingers through his hair
“There has got to be something, I mean we can't just let you die. Get Dr. Connors he would know, right?” Harry said in frustration.
“If I could sneak into the lab, maybe I could get a sample and test it on myself. Getting Connors into this would be bad, as good as the man is he would probably want run some more test on me, and I don't want that.” Peter said.
“Get the antidote. I'll get some better testing supplies. Meet me back here at ten, how does that sound?” Harry said.
“I can do that, but make it eleven just so I can wait till everybody is gone.” Peter said.
Harry looked up at the monitor. Then picked up his PDA and walked away. Harry was like that one minute he was talking his head off, next he was in another world.

Peter straightened his shirt and bounced toward the elevator, he realized he would get caught, so he bounced into another room that had a window, opened it and started to crawl down the side of the building, it was an exhilarating experience. No one else in the world could do anything like this, and here he was doing it like he was born to crawl up and down walls. He saw that the traffic was fairly light, he decided he was getting pretty close to the ground and just hopped down. He barely missed pouncing on an elderly lady, but at the last second she moved so thankfully she wasn't harmed.

He saw startled glances from just about everyone, he just decided to hail a cab. Nobody was stopping, so he walked across the street. He thought to himself that this was just so crazy. Nobody in the world could have this problem, but he did. He was a freak and nobody had answers for how to deal with it. Now he could die in 24 hrs. Or less, if he could survive it would be a miracle. He decided to call Dr. Connors. He heard the phone ring, then he heard Connors pick it up.
“Hello this is OcCon labs how may I help you.” Connors voice came over the phone.
“Hey, what are you doing answering the phone?” Peter said.
“Betty got a headache from all the different Police calls so I took over and sent here home.” Connors said.
“Oh, well do we have any updates?” Peter said.
“Yeah there was a report that a police officer was able to shoot him but Octavius got away.” Connors said.
“Well, hope they catch him, but there was another reason I called. Is there any documentation on the Orverd Spider?” Peter asked.
“Well I don't know; it was Octavius's project, I generally kept out of his way. Why do you ask?” Connors said.
“It's nothing to serious, but I was sorta curious about it earlier, and I did accidentally kill it.” Peter said.
“Well you could come here and look it up. I'm sure that Octavius had something on it.” Connors said.
“Well I guess I could look it up, thanks.” Peter said.
“Glad I could help, sorta.” Connors said.
“Talk to you later.” Connors said.
“Bye,” Peter said.
He heard Connors hang up, so peter folded up his cell-phone. Peter was noticing that it was lovely day, the air was cool and crisp, and feeling of fall was just kicking in. Of coarse he never handled the cold well, even in forty degree weather he was chilled. Today it was probably in the 70s. He walked toward OcCon Labs.

He was starting to be able to see the lab. He always loved seeing that place, he felt like he belonged there. He got up to the building and saw the once magnificent lawn that now resembled an abandoned dump. The cars were still there, including the one that was perched precariously in a tree. He went through the torn up remains of a door. He saw Cletus sitting Betty's desk.

Cletus looked up and glared at him. Then went back to work on sorting through messy documents. Connors was sweeping behind the desk at the moment.
“Hey Peter, I see your doing better.” Connors said.
“I guess I couldn't wait to get back to work.” Peter said.
“Well that'll have to wait. I still haven't gotten the door unjammed, and Octavius's lab is a wreck.” Connors said. “But you can look up the documents on that spider, Cletus will show you the bins to look in.” He continued.
“Thanks.” Said Peter.
Cletus got up from his desk, and being careful to not step on harmful debris he walked into the back room. Peter could see that they got the auxiliary generator going because the back room lights were on. Cletus went to a stack of bins, in each bin were folders.
“Ok, here are the transactions, lab note press releases, and history of anything to do with this lab. If you can find anything in this mess you'll be lucky. I'm currently talking to Dr. Connors about getting a server for all this.” Cletus said.
“Well I'm sure it'll hold something for me.” Peter said.

Cletus shrugged and left, and Peter got to work. He first noted that everything was done by a dating system, not alphabetically. This meant more work. He started in the first bin, which had a press release about the opening of OcCon Labs, and some early notes by Octavius on his arms. A couple bins later he came across some documents on a Lizard DNA project being headed by Connors. In the eighth bin he found a lab notes written by Octavius showing a breakthrough in his brain reading headset. Peter started noticing that Octavius had clean handwriting whereas Connors looked like a foreign language. Twelve bins later he came across something on the spider, it was some old lab journal. Peter set three more bins on the table nearby, and he started looking through several more bins. He came across three more sets of lab notes by Dr. Pym, but they were illegible. He noticed that in recent years Octavius's handwriting was also getting harder to read. He grabbed the journal and started reading.

Oct 22 1997

I have a batch of spiders dubbed the Orverd spider. It is a dark brown and it has beautiful yellow lines running down it's bac, . It has an aggressive personality, the notable thing is that it makes very little use of it's webbing. It sends it's pray into shock before eating it, and it does this by injecting a powerful venom into the creature.

What surprises me is that the venom seems to break down the DNA of it's prey. I'll have to run some tests, but first indication is that this spider can alter DNA, and if so this could help us revamp the entire medical industry.

Oct 23 1997

Ran some tests on it, first we got a sample of the venom. The second step involved injecting it in a fish. We chose the fish because it has a simple genetic structure. So far so good, the results will really come into play tomorrow.

Oct 24 1997

The fish died 10:24.3 hours after the initial injection. It clearly died of shock, I'm doing an analysis of it now. It looked like the venom broke down the DNA. Mr. Pym is going to see about what happened during the breaking down of DNA.

Oct 24 1997 second post.

Pym has discovered something amazing, he found a strand of intact DNA. In further investigation it showed that it was part fish part spider. The structure of the DNA has changed. Maybe Pym can find out more later.

Oct 24 1997 final post

Pym has found more DNA that matches the one strand, he believes that we have found the ultimate weapon. I have a theory that the spider is capable of completely altering one's DNA, and maybe they could become superhuman. We are trying to come up with an antidote, one that will stop the genetic change and at the same time, save the life of the victim.

Oct 26 1997

Not much has happened, we tried several other fish and they came back with the same results. The fish die shortly after their DNA changes. We have nothing to go on, so Pym proposes that we start looking on a molecular level for change. I think that everything is only happening on a genetic level.

Nov 1 1997

We have promising signs from the latest fish. It has revealed that the change is happening by removing a molecule then replacing it with its own. It's the first part that is killing the fish.
I have a theory that if the fish lives through the first stage, the second stage will really take over and then we can save the fish.
Nov 25 1997
Haven't written much, Pym is just stupid. He thinks that we can mutate other creatures to do this same thing. It of coarse won't work, and even if it did why? I can think of hundreds of things that are better use for my time.

Nov 26 1997

I'm doing my first rat test, but now I have no real help as Pym was fired for spouting stupidity again. I have no real expectations here, so whatever happens won't really surprise me.

Nov 27 1997

I take that back, the whole thing surprised me. First the rat had no signs of anything happening, but after about 16 hours the rat seemed sluggish. Further on it suddenly started spasming, and it kept it up for about ten minutes. After that it got up and started squeaking loudly, it clearly was in pain. After that it went to sleep, I'll have to wait until tomorrow to see the results.

Nov 28 1997

So far it's seems to be Ok, but I had to move it to a reinforced chamber as it kept cracking the one it had. It is clearly stronger, plus it seems to be able to stick to walls. Time will tell if it survives.

Dec 3 1997

IT DIED!! No warning really, it just died, how could this happen? It is incredibly stiff, hard as a rock. It has been getting tougher every day, This is a dead end project. Maybe I should just quit.



Apr 5 2003

Found this project in a back room somewhere, haven't cared much about it. Thinking about reviving it. My arms are not working out very well so maybe.

Apr 10 2003

Well I have another rat, and the spiders have multiplied. This time is for real.


Apr 18 2003

The rat is still alive.

Apr 20 2003
The serum seems to have worked. The rat hasn't died yet.

May 5 2003

The project has been cut, our investors want results so I'll give them results. My $200 artificial leg should do the trick.


Peter sat up, he was thinking hard.
“How am I going to get that serum. The lab notes in the back were saying that 10cc was the dose for a rat. How would that add up for me?” he muttered.
He got up and saw that he had been reading doc's journal and lab notes for an hour. It was now five o clock, and he hadn't even gotten home yet.

He got back out, and saw that Cletus was smashing the phone against the desk. And Connors seemed to have gotten help cleaning up. There were three people working on sweeping. Connors put his broom aside and walked to Peter.

“Hey was it interesting?” Connors asked.
“Yeah, but not very informative.” Peter said.
“How so?” Connors said with a quizzical expression.
“Is there any info on where the spiders came from?” Peter asked.
“It should have been in there.” Connors said.
“It wasn't, no statements showing contact with any group.” Peter said.
“Thats weird. I'll put Betty on it when she gets back. I'm going to have to show every contract when our investors get here.” Connors said.
Peter nodded his head.
“Can I look around in there.” He said pointing at Octavius's old lab.
“Yeah sure, the police said there is nothing to be gained from in there.” Connors said.
“Thanks.” Peter said.

He walked into the next room. It was cold and damp, and it smelled like rotting fish. Peter covered his nose with his shirt and continued. Without the power the place was incredibly dark, unlike the rest of the lab. He scanned the desk for anything of importance. He finally just headed up the platform, and found himself in a worse environment than before. The smell was ten times worse up on the balcony than below.

He looked through the drawers, nothing, nothing, and more nothing. Doubtful that he had something peter pressed on, he looked on shelfs, and in nooks. The safe had already been broken into. He sat on the desk wondering what to do next, suddenly it popped open a drawer
In the back. He looked through it and found another journal, he tucked it in his pocket. It was an uncomfortable fit, but he had to have the journal. He saw a wall of serums, non of them were taken. He looked through them looking for the orverd spider. He found one saying T, APR,11,03, he plucked it up and stuck it in his other pocket.

He walked down the balcony, and out of the room. He headed for the door, while telling Dr. Connors goodbye. He looked down at his pockets, and hailed a cab.

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Octavius sat on his bench, he needed a new alloy. He was going to have to steal some Adamantium, but where do you get something like that? He grabbed some tools and started piecing his new extended arms together. He still felt horrible from the shots, he removed most of the bullets himself. It was the most painful thing he had ever done. He thought about that cop, Captain Stacy was currently high on his list of people in need of killing. He pulled out another cigar and lit it. He wished he had his arms up and operating, they could do any trivial task while he was doing important work.

He got up and started pacing, who would he hit after he got his arms working? He would have to think this through, maybe Cletus would be the best choice, he's harmless and a wimp. The type of guy that the fly swats he thought. Yes he would be a perfect choice.


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Peter got his backpack and headed out the door. It was ten, and if he wanted to be there on time he would have to hurry. He started walking down the street trying to hail a cab, he hated tuesdays. Finally one stopped, and he hopped in. As the cab was headed toward Oscorp he looked at the journal. So far it had nothing but various notes on his arms, but this still said that it was 1995, so he had a ways to go. The cab pulled up, and Peter paid him. When he got off he saw Harry waiting just outside.

“Hey Pete, were not going to work on things here.” Harry said.
“Why?” Peter asked.
“I'm going to take you back to my apartment, it'll be safer there.” Harry said.
“Ok, but couldn't you call me?” Peter said.
“I tried, but you didn't pick up.” Harry said.
“Oh, well let's go to your place.” Peter said.

They walked over to Harry's car, then he and Peter left for Harry's apartment.
Again the ride was quiet, and when they got there they still weren't talking.

Harry opened his door and ushered Peter in. Then Harry turned to him.
“I looked over your new DNA, and it was weird. It is slightly longer than normal human DNA, and it seems to be a fusion of human and spider DNA.” Harry said.

“That would match up with what I've been reading, but how did you learn so much?” Peter asked.
“Well there is this guy who is socially clueless, but he is a genetic genius. He thinks that there are thousands of mutants roaming on our streets.” Harry said.
“One of those, Ok.” Peter said while rolling his eyes.
“Well he thinks there is also a Neanderthal with metal bones living in the apartment next to him.” Harry continued.
“Well, according to Dr. Octavius's research, this DNA altering spider called the orverd spider kills it's pray by wrecking the DNA and sending it into shock. It feeds on insects, but it's venom is lethal to larger creatures as well.” Peter said. “And, the more complex the DNA the slower the kill.” Peter finished.
“So you should be fine, right?” Harry said.
“No, but the last cure he made had one test, and it was successful.” Peter replied.
“Do you have it?” Harry asked.
“Yes.” Peter said, then he pulled out the tube, and tossed to Harry. “But there is a catch, the measurement was for a rat, and it was 10cc. We need to convert that to my body weight.
“well the average weight of a rat is 10 oz. So we need your weight.” Harry said.
“160lbs.” Peter said.
“Well we ought to measure you again, just to be sure. I have a very accurate scale that I brought from my lab.” Harry said.
“Ok, lets do it.”
Harry led Peter to a floor scale hooked up to a bunch of wires, and the wired led to a computer. Peter stood on the scale, and Harry looked at the display and laghed.

“Peter, I think you gained some weight.” Harry said.
Peter jump over and looked at the screen, and it said 185lbs.
“How did that happen?” Peter stammered.
“Your muscles although don't look harder, they are denser.” Harry said.
“Well let's go run the numbers.” Peter said.
“Ok,” Harry said.

They walked over to Harry's other computer. Harry started crunching the numbers, but Peter looked around on his shelf. Mostly comic books, but there were a few novels too. Then Harry said something.
“I've run the numbers on paper and the computer, and the dosage I should give you is the whole bottle, but we need a source of alpha rays.” Harry said.
“For what?” Peter said trying to rack his brain for something in the lab notes.
“You need to be hit with them after taking the formula, it causes the formula to activate.” Harry said.
“Ok, what do you propose?” Peter asked.
“Don't know, if it was gamma rays I could ask Dr. Banner, but he only specializes in that anti Gamma ray project of his.” Harry said.
“We could try using Dr. Octavius's old ray blaster. It was supposed to blast an object with gamma rays, but it has the ability for alpha and beta rays as well.” Peter said.
“You'll have to do that yourself because if you get caught in there you could make an excuse, but if I got caught in there I would be arrested.” Harry said.
“So what I do is: get inside without getting caught, then blast myself with radiation, drink a prototype formula for getting rid of a rare venom, and to top it all off I got to get back home without dieing. Does this sound like a direct-to-video movie to you too?” Peter said.
“Well when you put it that way, yeah it does.” Harry said while scratching the back of his neck.
He then sat down in his chair. Peter started looking at the time.
“Well If I'm going to do this I better get it done now.” Peter said.
“Good luck.” Harry said.
“Bye.” Peter said, and headed for the door.

He got outside and the air was clean and crisp still. Why was it that on his worst days the weather was so good? He walked down the steps and out onto the street. He headed for OcCon Labs, his stride was faster than normal, but he was in a hurry.
He got up to the Lab, he saw that it was strangely creepy at night, but he pressed on anyway.
He walked in the broken door, the front desk area was cleaned up tremendously since the last time he was here. He started crawling up the wall, and looked down. There was security guard on patrol. Peter crawled quickly across the ceiling not looking back. He was now in Dr. Octavius's wing, he headed for the back, and dropped to the ground. He kept feeling funny about this place, maybe he was sorta freaked out about sneaking into his bosses laboratory.

He headed into a room with the Danger Radiation sign on it. There it was, A large machine that resembled a X-ray in a Hospital. He saw a bed underneath the machine. He walked over to a panel behind the lead wall, then pulled out the lab notes, 20 times the daily sun dosage. Peter looked at it in confusion, maybe the guy had something on it in this room.

He looked up at the panel, it had a few dials and switches. But to the left there were preset buttons. One was 20x next to a sun, so he pressed that one, and set it to start in five minutes. One thing he had to thank Octavius about was idiot proofing these things.

A red light turned on in the room. The door automatically locked. He set everything on a table and took off his shirt. One minute till the machine would turn on. Then suddenly it turned on, he felt nothing at all. He sat there thinking about how he was going to tell Gwen about all this.
It turned off. He quickly got off the bed, and headed for the table. He checked the numbers again, and harry was right, so opened the tube and drank the whole bottle.

Nothing happened, nothing at all. He put back on his shirt assuming this was the last of it.


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When octopii roamed the earth.


Peter walked out of the room, and jumped to the ceiling. He started to crawl out when he saw a dark figure walking below. It was wearing a brown trench coat, had a hat on as well.

“Hey what are you doing in here.” he heard the guard cry out from the far side of the room. The figure turned and walked to him.
“Freeze.” The guard yelled, but the figure kept walking to him. Then suddenly the trench coat flew off, and four mechanical arms struck the guard.
“I don't take orders!” Dr. Octavius yelled.
Dr. Octavius stomped into another room, leaving the guard on the floor. Peter dropped to the floor, and headed to him. He was unconscious, but very alive. Peter ran towards the door that Dr. Octavius went into. In there Octavius was quickly going the through bins. Peter thought that he may be able to stop Octavius. He tip-toed toward and hid behind a computer terminal.

Octavius seemed to have found something as he was looking through a document in his hands. Peter sneezed.
“Who's there?” Octavius said whipping his tentacles through the air. Peter suddenly felt something telling him he was in danger. Suddenly he though he didn't see it, he knew a tentacle going to hit him from the side. He ducked, then turned to sprint out the door. He gots out ok, but he heard Dr. Octavius stomping after him. He made it to the front desk when he felt something inside him screaming to get out of the way. He jumped to the side, and heard a
desk fly past his head. He ran for the door, and stepped outside. He jumped off the porch and onto the wall. As he climbed up he heard Octavius smash the door frame. He got on top of the roof, and looked down. What he saw below was Dr. Octavius looking around through the bushes. Octavius then stomped off in one direction, while Peter ran away in the other.

Peter was about three rooftops away when he finally sat down. He was wondering what the heck happened back there. He heard something stomping below him, it was Dr. Octavius. He Stopped through the ally, and onto the other street. He hopped on rooftops bounding toward Dr. Octavius. The man went under a bridge, and didn't appear on the other side.

Peter jumped off the building, some people stared again, but he ran too fast to get noticed much. Dr. Octavius wasn't under the bridge, so Peter left wondering if he had made a mistake by not fighting Dr. Octavius.


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“What do you mean, he got away?” Harry yelled. “You didn't go after him? Man, you have all these powers, and you hide!!!”
“I was trying not to get into a fight. I don't want to become some freak who fights the bad guy.”
Peter spat back.
“So you just let a mass murderer get away? I would use these Powers to fight people like him!” Harry said.
“WELL YOU DON'T HAVE THEM, SO SHUT UP!!!” Peter yelled.
Harry started to say something, but decided to keep his mouth shut. Peter went and sat in a dark corner.
“Do you really think I could take him on?” Peter asked.
“Yes.” Harry said.
“Why?” Peter said.
“Because, you have the ability to jump twelve feet in the air, cling to walls, and from all indications you can probably lift cars.” Harry said.
“I'm just not sure I want to live my life as a freak. I was thinking I could become a basketball player.” Peter said.

Harry got up, and paced; Peter kept sitting.
“I helped you get out of this predicament, now all you can think about is how to make a profit off of it.” Harry said coldly.
“I am thinking about using my powers to gain money yes, but that is not what this is about.” Peter said.
“This is all it's about.” Harry spat.
“Oh, so you think you could do better than me.” Peter yelled.
“I think you could at least take on Dr. Octavius. I have no problem with making money with your powers, but I think you could also just happen to help out the officers every now and then.” Harry said.
“Look Harry It's cold, I probably could take him in better conditions, but in 30 degree weather, there is no way.” Peter said.
“I'll give you that.” Harry said.
“Then could we please stop fighting?” Peter said.
“Yes, but remember I believe that if have an ability or Power you should use it responsibly, not just wast it on basketball.” Harry said.
Peter sighed, this had been a long hard day, and he wished it would just be over.


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