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Peter Parker felt a wad of wet paper hit the back of his head as the bus kept bouncing on the street. He looked behind him to see Flash laughing with the other jocks, high-fiving each other as he wrapped his arms around… Her .
Gwen Stacy. The most beautiful girl of his dreams. Peter never has a chance with her, why would she want him? Peter Parker is a freak, a loser to everyone in his school. Peter shouldn’t even bother trying to talk to her, it’ll save him from being shot down and set upon by Flash and his mob of mongoloids.
Peter looked down, alone as he looked at his lunch for the field trip. A ham sandwich and a note from the best people in the world,
Have a great day, Peter, make like a proton and be “Positive!” Love, May and Ben,
Peter chuckled to himself as he ate his sandwich on the bus. Better than Flash yanking it during the lunch period. He then looked over as Harry Osborn sat down next to him,
“Hey, that hot redhead from the other school’s coming to the exhibit, I saw her across the street in the next school’s bus! Do you have any cool, hot science facts?” Peter snorted and looked at Harry,
“Why not just flash some of your money, Richie Rich?”
“Oh don’t be a Parker, Parker!” Harry said, “And it’s not my money, it’s my dad’s!”
“Oh, cause that helps,” Harry frowned, but was pelted by a wet ball by Flash, making him slump in the chair,
“This sucks! The rich kid’s supposed to be the cool kid, but I’m as lame as you!”
“Thanks, Harry, that really made my day,” Peter said as he crumbled up his paper bag, “Maybe it’s because you’re trying too hard to be cool?”
“Shut up, Parker, like you know anything about being cool,” Harry said as he looked across the bus, “Hey, Kenny’s seat is opened, later Pete. Hey Ken!” Peter shook his head as Harry was tossed around the jocks. Peter almost felt bad for him, being fooled into thinking that being tossed around and given head noogies and wet willies made him one of the guys .
The bus stopped, and the kids marched passed Peter as he looked out the window. Peter was then smacked in the back of the head, as Flash Thompson leaned on the seat, stopping the whole line,
“Sup, Puny Parker? Ready to scuttle under the rock you urchins belong under?”
“So that I don’t have to look at the block of a chin you have? In a heartbeat,” Flash grimaced as he tightened his fist, raising it as Peter flinched back. Flash chuckled, lowering his fist,
“You’re not even worth the time, Parker. Later, nerd!” Flash said as he walked out of the bus. Peter angrily grabbed his bag, looking up as Gwen passed him by,
“Sorry, I’m sure the exhibit will be fun!” Peter smiled as Gwen walked off, standing up as he walked out of the bus. As Peter stepped off, sharp pain rocked his shoulder as Flash punched him twice in the shoulder,
“Two for flinching, Parker!” Flash the bolted with the other jocks, laughing and sneering as they rolled in the grass. The teacher looked like he wanted to quit twenty years ago, and sighed as he blew his whistle,
“Alright, everyone! Today, we’ll be heading into ESU’s science exhibit, where we’ll see the modern wonders of the world,” The teacher said as unenthusiastically as possible. Peter kept to himself, using the secret superpower of all experienced wall flowers: Becoming invisible.
The exhibit was wonderful, showing the progress of Dr. Octavius and his Tritium reactor designs, Dr. Connors and his theory of cross-species genetics, and Dr. Smythe and his robotic drones! Peter felt like a kid in a candy shop and saw over in the distance across the exhibit a showcase he had been dying to see since last summer. The atomic recombiner was able to use high-powered radiation emitters to change atoms in the air. Hydrogen into Helium, Lead into Gold! It was modern alchemy, through awesome science!
Peter stood in awe as the recombiner worked its magic, the physicists below confirming the changes in the air. The sight caused Peter to look around, and pull out his camera. With Flash nowhere in sight, Peter was safe to take out his bulky camera and take a picture of the atomic recombiner to show Uncle Ben and Aunt May.
Peter zoomed in, taking some good shots of the recombiner, when he felt something move on his hand. Peter ignored it, thinking it was nerves or Flash waiting to wallop him in front of everyone. Yet it lingered, causing Peter to groan and take his eye off the lens and look at his hand. His eyes widened as he saw a large black spider on his hand, as big a quarter, and barely reacted as it bit into his hand.
“Ow!!!” Peter groaned out, almost dropping his camera as he placed it around his neck, holding and rubbing his hand. Pain seared through it, a burning sensation that traveled through his veins. Peter grunted as he walked through the crowd, everything becoming too loud, too bright, too hot, too dizzy. Somehow, in the swirl of colors in front of him, Peter ended up in the bathroom and immediately locked the door, “O-oh God… What was that spider?” Peter gripped the counter, seeing his face drenched in sweat as his head pounded.
It’s official, you’re dying! Peter then held his hand to his mouth and rushed to the toilet, Or, more like you fell like you’re dying, Parker. Peter emptied his guts into the bowl, flushing the toilet as he slumped back onto the floor. He gasped in air as he looked into the bowl, and furrowed his brow as he saw crimson. He grabbed the railing, looked into the toilet, and grew pale as the bowl was filled with blood.
That’s not right , Peter thought as he stumbled back, pushing the door open as all he could test besides the air was iron on his tongue. He then looked as if his hand was stuck on the door. Peter yanked, yelping as he pulled the door from the hinges. He looked at his palm, seeing tiny hairs growing on his skin. Peter gasped as the hairs didn’t stop growing, growing all over his body as pain surged at the sides of his torso.
Peter dropped to the floor, his voice failing to call for help as he vomited yet again. His nails and teeth grew longer as his head throbbed in pain. He could do nothing as his bones snapped, growing longer as his fingers started to fuse together, Oh God Oh God Oh God, What The Hell Is Happening!?!?! Peter then screamed out as he could feel something rip through his sweater vest. He grabbed onto the bathroom stall, grabbing his glasses as he rubbed the sweat off his forehead. Wait… how can he do three things at once with two hands?
Peter looked down and shrieked, looking in horror at himself in the mirror. His body was malformed and covered in thick hairs, his skin looking more like chitinous armor. From his torso were a total of six arms, each having three fingers that had sharp claws. His face was malformed, the sides of his cheeks growing small mandibles that seemed to move on their own. Peter stepped back, his hind legs making him loom over the room. He tried to use his voice but was horrified to not be able to feel his vocal cords.
Peter leaned into the mirror, crying as he looked at a large growth at the side of his temple. He softly poked at the wet flesh, gasping as it opened. Suddenly, Peter was seeing things from another angle, disorienting him as he stumbled around the room. Did Peter just grow another eye!? Peter grabbed his head as he screamed allowed in his head, roaring like a monster, WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME!?!?!
“Hey, who’s in here?” Oh no, someone was outside. Peter raised his hands at the door and was disgusted as a wet, silvery goo covered the door, shooting out of his palms. Peter looked around and saw a ventilation shaft. He tore through the metal grate, squeezing tightly as he crawled and scurried into the tight vent.
Peter clambered through the metal vent, bulging the metal as the people below wondered how big of a rat was going through the vent. Peter groaned loudly as he felt his metamorphosis still happening, more eyes growing at the side of his head as his tongue smelled-- Smelled the air. My tongue smells the air now, great!!! And Peter became… Hungry .
N-no, Peter tried to control himself, drooling as he smelled the many… delicious meals walking around. God, help me, Peter looked down, trying to pray, but was shocked as his spit melted through the metal. No no no no!!!
The metal vent shaft collapsed, falling onto the exhibit below. Peter bursted out of the metal, a hulking monster that looked around as the crowd screamed,
“What is that monster!” Said reporter and owner of the Daily Bugle, J. Jonah Jameson, “You, guards paid for a living, KILL IT!!!”
Wait, wait!!! Peter raised his many hands, not getting the reaction he wanted as bullets zoomed into his thick hide. Peter cried out in pain, lashing out around as he slammed and cracked the ground. Peter then saw Flash Thompson, holding a metal bat,
“Hey guys, watch me squash the spider!” Peter felt his rage turn murderous and smacked Flash to the side. His anger dissipated as Flash was flung into the wall, a sickening CRACK echoing as Gwen ran over to him,
“Flash! No!!!” Gwen said as she held him close, looking at the Man-Spider with tearful eyes, “You monstrous freak! Just leave us alone!!!” Peter looked at himself in horror, screaming out in horror of what he had become, and jumped through the skylight window, spraying his webs to sling himself away from his monstrous deed.