Issue #2
by Cory Wiegel
Spider-Man
The flames feeding off of the abandoned warehouse flashed upwards, leaving only part of
the figure aboard the Glider's body viewable. From it's posture and view, the character
was female.
Realizing this, Spidey leaped backwards to get a better view. The Female Goblin wore
the usual, scaley Goblin attire, with features that did stand out. She was a thin woman
with skin tight red goblin gloves, cap, slightly longer boots, and a flowing cape.
A tight, red underwear (l dunno what they're called, heh!--Cory) that would seem what a superhero would wear was underlapped by light brown belt, a pouch over her shoulder.
"AHAHAHA!" she laughed in a feminine, yet familiar voice.
Spidey didn't know what to say. He had to stop her of course for starting the fire. Quickly, he leaped up ontop of the roof, going into a backflip where he had kicked her with the bottom of his hill in the back of the neck as he came down from the flip.
"Ungh!" she moaned.
The female goblin was thrown off of her glider to the ground, where she went into a roll.
Spidey pushed off of the dark red glider, landing on his feet in the sand before her.
"First they steal our undies, now our villian personas!" Spidey announced with a slight
grin under his mask. "And who are you? Let's see... we've already had a Demogoblin,
Green Goblin, and Hobgoblin..."
"I'm the Rose Goblin," she introduced, seductively.
"That's original.... in a way..." he smirked. "But what's the deal with this fire young lady?"
"For me to know, and hopefully for you not to find out," she smiled.
Having her hand in her pouch, Rose threw a pumpkin bomb to the ground in front of
Spidey, in which it let out dark red smoke that blinded our hero.
Spidey leaped back, covering his eyes from the smoke. He coughed slightly as Rose
tapped her wrist remote, causing her glider to fly down to the back, where she leaped
back onto the steps of the glider.
With a puff of smoke, the glider lifted off into the sky quickly before Spidey could wave the smoke completely away to collect himself. He looked up towards Rosa Goblin who was flying over the ocean, to far for his webshooters to reach or for him to catch up with her.
As sirens were heard, Spidey jerked his head towards the streets. Half dozen police cars drove down onto the beach area, followed by a fire engine. Leaped up quickly, Spidey pushed off the nearby police car's roof up to the telephone poll, he grabbed it and went into a swing, where he disappeared into the dark city.
The fire-fighters worked putting out the fire, as the cops kept pedestrians off of the beach area. The unclothed figure we previously saw stood a few hundred feet away near the harbor, unnoticed as he watched.
From the open balcony of his penthouse in Manhattan, Spidey leaped down through it
into a squat, a bit angry. How could I lose her like that? He wondered, plopping down on
the couch in front of the Tv.
He leaned over to the answering machine, tapping the play button.
*Beep!* It sounded. "You have two messages."
The first message began to play.
"Well Peter," Mary Jane's voice started. "Looks like you're not here to see your lovely
supermodel wife goodbye and you're not there to come up with an excuse, so you must be on your way, right?" *Beep!*
"Awww --- shoot!" Peter said to himself angrily as he pulled off his mask from the back,
throwing it down into the coffee table, flinging his head back into the couch.
"Well, Peter, you've lived up to your standards as usually," Mary Jane's voice started off
in disappointment with a hint of sadness. "I'm off to Hawaii... I'll call you as soon as my
flight lands.... maybe." *Beep!*
As Peter sighed in disappointment within himself, a cat leaped up onto the coffee table
where his mask rested. A large, white cat with dark grey fur down on it's back along with it's tail, the dark grey fur from it's cheaks as the start.
Peter glanced down to the cat, arching a slight brow. He hunched over to the cat, patting him on his head, causing his metal tag to rattle.
"Where did you come from?" Peter said to the cat, continuing to pet it.
The cat purred, nudging it's head into his palm. Peter felt his hand down to it's tags,
lifting it closer to him.
"Smoke, huh?" he read off the tag.
He continued to read the tag. "Since when did we have a cat?" Peter asked to himself,
stroking the cat down it's back. "Oh well, guess I'll need someone to talk to, huh?"
The next morning, it was very cloudy. The tempature was a near 28 degrees, or so the paper in Peter's hands read. Not paying much attention to his surroundings, he let his spider-sense guide him around the obsticles in the Daily Bugle building.
"Peter!" Robbie Robertson shouted out a bit distressed.
Peter's head jerked up to see Robbie running towards him. He arched a slight brow as he tossed his newspaper in a nearby trash can near a desk.
"Where's the fire, Robbie?"
"Peter... you... you didn't hear?" Robbie stumbled.
"Hear what?" Peter leaned against the nearby desk.
"Mary Jane! Her plane never reached the Hawiian islands."
"What?!"
Peter's eyes grew large as his jaw dropped, his head jerking forward to Robbie.
"You... you didn't hear?"
"NO!" Peter announced. "And why didn't I?!"
"We thought you would have had at least read it in the papers or heard it on the morning news!!" Robbie explained.
"l--- l gotta go."
Peter turned away from Robbie, walking quickly towards the elevator. Robbie's eyes followed Peter all the way to the elevator.