Issue #1
by Cory Wiegel
Spider-Man
In the depths of a laboratory, an unclothed character sat up from a lab bed. His eyes
wander around the area, his face yet to be revealed. In his surroundings, he sees various scientific devices.
Long, seven or eight foot tubes filled with green fluids along with bubbles
floating inside to the right of him. To the left was a stand with several devices and vials
of chemicals. The area was dark, enclosed, and a constant humming noise came from
the equipment around, along with a bubbling sound from the tubes.
A figure from the shadows stepped up slightly into a bit of the light, revealing a
limp medieval court-jesters hat on alongwith a sleeveless vest on could be seen in the
shadows. As the figure noticed the awaken man, she smirked devilishly.
Holding onto a webline attached to a large skyscraper nearby, the ever-Amazing
Spider-Man swung down towards the street into a graceful backflip, where he fired
another webline from his web-shooters to another building, throwing him into a
swing around the building with his back facing in the way he swung.
It was a seemingly quiet enough night for our favorite Web-Slinger. A few
robberies he had crashed meant really nothing, seeing how he does it every night
basically. A cool wind brushed by as he flung himself upward from the webline onto the
edge of a skyscraper, where he landed in a squatting position.
He let out a sigh as he gazed downwards towards the lightly lit city
streets. Holding his head in his palm with his elbow on his thigh, he sat boredly.
"Man! Who would have thought that this city could be so quiet?" he said aloud, gesturing his open hand down to the streets. "It's Friday night
for Christ's sake! If the pay wasn't so great, I'd probably hafta retire!"
He fired another webline from his free wrist to a flagpole downwards some. It stuck to
the flagpole jutting out from the side of a sky scrapper.
Just as he leapt off the skyscraper, he went into a swing with his legs
thrusted outwards together, the flagpole holding his weight perfectly as he landed atop a
smaller building, which overviewed the ocean. He kneeled down into another squat,
boredly as he viewed the harbor.
Really, this is a lame night. I guess I'll just go home for the evening, he thought
to himself, continuing to gaze out into the night of the harbor. Leaping into a roll off of
the building, he dropped onto a semi-truck perfectly, as if he had already timed it.
He stood atop the semi's trailer in a squat, watching ahead for any sign of a flip off. Just then when our hero had thought this was to be an end to his evening, a large explosion had came from the bay area. The truck came to a screeching halt, causing Spidey to jerk forward.
"What was that?!" Spidey asked aloud, leaping off of the trailer to a nearby building. He fired off a webline from his wrist to the top of the building, swinging around the side of the building to the corner. He held onto the webline as he leaned against the building, looking out into harbor.
A large fire was burning on what seemed to be an unused warehouse on the beach shore. Spidey's eyes grew as he pushed off of the building, leaping to another down one and across from him. He then shot another webline from his webshooters to a telephone poll near the shore, swinging down into a somersault.
He landed on the sand in a squat, which he thrusted forward into a giant leap towards the flaming warehouse. Just as he stood in a ready position in front of the warehouse, he gazed up to the flames only for a mini-explosion to go off, in which sent debris from the roof of the warehouse around the area.
Spidey back flipped out of the way of a fiery piece of debris, before shooting another gaze back up to the building. Aboard a Goblin Glider, a thin, dark character stood ready for anything above the flames.
"No way! It can't be!" Spidey stated as he continued his gaze upwards towards the character, his eyes widened completely.