Back to GatefoldIssue #10 by Cory Wiegel
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Doesn't this look somewhat familiar? A gigantic robot standing over the 59th street bridge, with a couple fleeing in a taxicab! Uncanny, that how sometimes, somehow, and in some form ... situations always repeat themselves. Maybe ... the world simply repeats itself. Over and over again. In one fluid cycle. Situations forming and reforming.
Or maybe I'm just rambling.
But at any rate, fact or ramble, Peter Parker -- the ever-Amazing Spider-Man finds himself at the edge of a building. Large white eyes masking his actual set of hazel ones viewing the situation at hand.
Modified Sentinels, Enforcers if you will, have been terrorizing Manhattan since just last night. Large, blue and purple robots trashing your city isn't exactly the type of thing you expect. Not even in the big apple!
"All right," Spider-Man started as he turned to face the Rose Goblin. "We both know that you want me dead. Now, I know that you know that I'm completely confused by this, but honestly care less. So, I'm asking you right now ... as a fellow super-powered being on top of a roof with me ... will you help me save this city?"
"I don't even see why you bother with this city, " Rose Goblin scolded, crossing her arms. "Everyone hates you. No matter how many times you save them, just for existing ... they're hatred for you will rise. Higher and higher."
"Well, that wasn't very nice," The webbed one stated, blinking to her accusations.
Maybe she was right. In fact, she most-likely was right. But that wasn't the point. The point was his city needed him. No matter how much they would hate him, how much they do hate him.
The Rose Goblin snickered at his defeat.
"Listen, either you're going to help out, possibly save millions of innocent lives ... or you're not, and will burn in hell."
Peter's scornful voice broke from his mouth, muffled from the mask of course. Mostly, he was upset because she was right! I mean, how would you like it if someone just stuck it to you for risking your neck day in and day out for people who see you as a threat to the moral back bone of society?
A webline fired from his wrist with the tap of a palm, striking a nearby building. Darting to the side, our webslingin' hero gracefully pulled down through the gap between buildings with determination, not bothering to wait for Rose Goblin's response.
Not too good, one would guess.
"Hmph!"
Rose Goblin swayed her hip out to the side, watching as Spider-Man began doing what he does best. Being a hero.
Ryan Jent trembled slightly, glancing around the empty room. Nothing but walls surrounding the three of them. A mirror before them, possibly a magic mirror, along with a door to the right. Two familiar faces, one very unfamiliar but obviously important.
Joannah Wilkins was a researcher for the Oscorp branch of science when she was "volunteered" to help further an experiment. Now she's out for revenge for the man responsible. But has she found more then she's bargained for?
"You're dead," Joannah deadpanned.
An eerie smirk came over Harry Osborn's face.
"I'm here, aren't I?"
"Yeah, but you're supposed to be six feet down there," Chaos motioned her finger towards the floor, "I remember the funeral all the employees went to."
Harry shoved his hands into his pockets slowly. His lips parted to speak, but were interrupted by a sudden crash. The child of Norman Osborn remained calm, his eyes shutting with the previous eerie smirk remaining.
"Why am I here?" Ryan spoke up.
Chaos shot him a glance, only to smack him upside the head with a large hand rather harshly. Mr. Jent stumbled forward, grabbing for the back of his head.
"Ow!"
"Speak when addressed!"
Ryan Jent stood up fully, giving Chaos an evil glare as he rubbed the back of his head. Harry Osborn remained in place, and calmly at that. Chaos stared a hole into Harry, awaiting his next words.
Spider-Man thrusted upwards against a nearby building, cradling a blonde haired boy, no older then 7 years old. Apparently, he had been separated from his family. It was at that time that a yellow energy blast struck into the ground from an Enforcer's palm.
Our webbed hero back-flipped as gracefully as possible over the next assault of energy blasts from the Enforcer, while holding the frightened child close to him. What a great time for Ben to decide on relocating! Peter thought to himself as he landed on the street pavement in a crouched position, the child clinging to him for dear life.
The Enforcer's palms charged up for another blast, before an explosion came from it's back. Guiding downwards swiftly aboard her goblin glider, the Rose Goblin drew another pumpkin bomb from her pouch, chucking it into the Enforcer's face.
Another array of explosions came from the Enforcer. The monstrosity came crashing down into the ground, flames erupting from it. The Rose Goblin smirked as she hovered downward before Spider-Man, kneeling slightly to face him.
"Glad you decided to join the fight," He spoke with a thankful smile
Rose Goblin continued to smirk.
"Yeah, well if I don't ... then I might lose my chance to exact my revenge on you."
On the other side of the city at that exact moment, J. Jonah Jameson was standing before his life. The ruins of the Daily Bugle. Maybe it was time for retirement. Yeah, right! As his blue pools of eyes looked over the ruins, all he could see was what has came from them -- and what will come from them. He knew rebuilding was going to be tough, but it was something he had to do.
A loud footstep was heard. Jameson glanced over his shoulder, then fully turned around. Two large, blue, and purple Enforcers stood before him. Their eyes gazed down before the publisher of the Daily Bugle with awe.
"Location Designate: Daily Bugle, New York City Newspaper Publisher Base of Operations," The robotic voice echoed from one's mouth. "Commence with culling of available staff members and cease control of operations."
Jameson blinked, turning his head side to side to scan the area. "You mean me?"
The duo of Enforcers continued to look down upon Jameson with yellow orbs.
"Desiganate: Johnstoan Jonah Jameson, publisher and owner. Designate is one of 126 to be tracked down and culled."
"Is that so?" Jameson smirked.
"Commencing with termination. Success of designate's termination at this point in time is approximately 99.8%."
Jameson clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, a surge of fool's determination filling him. He wouldn't let what was left of his life be destroyed. Maybe it was the fact that it was indeed too late to rebuild that drove him to the point of standing his ground.
"Go ahead, you bucket of bolts! Try and destroy my life!"
If he hadn't had such a huge ego about himself, Jameson might of been in tears at this point. He quickly reached down and clutched a piece of rubble in his hands, chucking it upwards into the main Enforcer's eye.
However, the yellow orb barely cracked. Jameson's eyes widened as a blast of yellow energy came his way. He attempted to run, but it was too late. The blast sent him flying backwards into a large amount of rubble, rendering him unconscious.
Blood dripped down from the edge of his face. The Enforcers proceeded to surround him, unaware of his vitals.
Spider-Man darted upwards past the soaring Rose Goblin, avoiding a blast of energy from an Enforcer. The two were nearly overwhelmed by Enforcers.
A blast of energy struck Rose Goblin's glider, bucking her off towards the ground. Firing a webline from his wrist mounted web-shooters, Spider-Man swung down with great speeds. He managed to grab Rose Goblin by her waist in the nick of time.
He descended from the webline quickly, landing in a squatting position. Rose Goblin gave him a flirtatious smile as she dropped from his arms, landing beside him. Nearly a second was all it took for the large group of Enforcers to surround them.
Spider-Man swallowed hard.
"This is gonna hurt --- " Was all he could muffle out before all the Enforcers unleashed a fury of blasts.
Or maybe I'm just rambling.
But at any rate, fact or ramble, Peter Parker -- the ever-Amazing Spider-Man finds himself at the edge of a building. Large white eyes masking his actual set of hazel ones viewing the situation at hand.
Modified Sentinels, Enforcers if you will, have been terrorizing Manhattan since just last night. Large, blue and purple robots trashing your city isn't exactly the type of thing you expect. Not even in the big apple!
"All right," Spider-Man started as he turned to face the Rose Goblin. "We both know that you want me dead. Now, I know that you know that I'm completely confused by this, but honestly care less. So, I'm asking you right now ... as a fellow super-powered being on top of a roof with me ... will you help me save this city?"
"I don't even see why you bother with this city, " Rose Goblin scolded, crossing her arms. "Everyone hates you. No matter how many times you save them, just for existing ... they're hatred for you will rise. Higher and higher."
"Well, that wasn't very nice," The webbed one stated, blinking to her accusations.
Maybe she was right. In fact, she most-likely was right. But that wasn't the point. The point was his city needed him. No matter how much they would hate him, how much they do hate him.
The Rose Goblin snickered at his defeat.
"Listen, either you're going to help out, possibly save millions of innocent lives ... or you're not, and will burn in hell."
Peter's scornful voice broke from his mouth, muffled from the mask of course. Mostly, he was upset because she was right! I mean, how would you like it if someone just stuck it to you for risking your neck day in and day out for people who see you as a threat to the moral back bone of society?
A webline fired from his wrist with the tap of a palm, striking a nearby building. Darting to the side, our webslingin' hero gracefully pulled down through the gap between buildings with determination, not bothering to wait for Rose Goblin's response.
Not too good, one would guess.
"Hmph!"
Rose Goblin swayed her hip out to the side, watching as Spider-Man began doing what he does best. Being a hero.
Ryan Jent trembled slightly, glancing around the empty room. Nothing but walls surrounding the three of them. A mirror before them, possibly a magic mirror, along with a door to the right. Two familiar faces, one very unfamiliar but obviously important.
Joannah Wilkins was a researcher for the Oscorp branch of science when she was "volunteered" to help further an experiment. Now she's out for revenge for the man responsible. But has she found more then she's bargained for?
"You're dead," Joannah deadpanned.
An eerie smirk came over Harry Osborn's face.
"I'm here, aren't I?"
"Yeah, but you're supposed to be six feet down there," Chaos motioned her finger towards the floor, "I remember the funeral all the employees went to."
Harry shoved his hands into his pockets slowly. His lips parted to speak, but were interrupted by a sudden crash. The child of Norman Osborn remained calm, his eyes shutting with the previous eerie smirk remaining.
"Why am I here?" Ryan spoke up.
Chaos shot him a glance, only to smack him upside the head with a large hand rather harshly. Mr. Jent stumbled forward, grabbing for the back of his head.
"Ow!"
"Speak when addressed!"
Ryan Jent stood up fully, giving Chaos an evil glare as he rubbed the back of his head. Harry Osborn remained in place, and calmly at that. Chaos stared a hole into Harry, awaiting his next words.
Spider-Man thrusted upwards against a nearby building, cradling a blonde haired boy, no older then 7 years old. Apparently, he had been separated from his family. It was at that time that a yellow energy blast struck into the ground from an Enforcer's palm.
Our webbed hero back-flipped as gracefully as possible over the next assault of energy blasts from the Enforcer, while holding the frightened child close to him. What a great time for Ben to decide on relocating! Peter thought to himself as he landed on the street pavement in a crouched position, the child clinging to him for dear life.
The Enforcer's palms charged up for another blast, before an explosion came from it's back. Guiding downwards swiftly aboard her goblin glider, the Rose Goblin drew another pumpkin bomb from her pouch, chucking it into the Enforcer's face.
Another array of explosions came from the Enforcer. The monstrosity came crashing down into the ground, flames erupting from it. The Rose Goblin smirked as she hovered downward before Spider-Man, kneeling slightly to face him.
"Glad you decided to join the fight," He spoke with a thankful smile
Rose Goblin continued to smirk.
"Yeah, well if I don't ... then I might lose my chance to exact my revenge on you."
On the other side of the city at that exact moment, J. Jonah Jameson was standing before his life. The ruins of the Daily Bugle. Maybe it was time for retirement. Yeah, right! As his blue pools of eyes looked over the ruins, all he could see was what has came from them -- and what will come from them. He knew rebuilding was going to be tough, but it was something he had to do.
A loud footstep was heard. Jameson glanced over his shoulder, then fully turned around. Two large, blue, and purple Enforcers stood before him. Their eyes gazed down before the publisher of the Daily Bugle with awe.
"Location Designate: Daily Bugle, New York City Newspaper Publisher Base of Operations," The robotic voice echoed from one's mouth. "Commence with culling of available staff members and cease control of operations."
Jameson blinked, turning his head side to side to scan the area. "You mean me?"
The duo of Enforcers continued to look down upon Jameson with yellow orbs.
"Desiganate: Johnstoan Jonah Jameson, publisher and owner. Designate is one of 126 to be tracked down and culled."
"Is that so?" Jameson smirked.
"Commencing with termination. Success of designate's termination at this point in time is approximately 99.8%."
Jameson clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, a surge of fool's determination filling him. He wouldn't let what was left of his life be destroyed. Maybe it was the fact that it was indeed too late to rebuild that drove him to the point of standing his ground.
"Go ahead, you bucket of bolts! Try and destroy my life!"
If he hadn't had such a huge ego about himself, Jameson might of been in tears at this point. He quickly reached down and clutched a piece of rubble in his hands, chucking it upwards into the main Enforcer's eye.
However, the yellow orb barely cracked. Jameson's eyes widened as a blast of yellow energy came his way. He attempted to run, but it was too late. The blast sent him flying backwards into a large amount of rubble, rendering him unconscious.
Blood dripped down from the edge of his face. The Enforcers proceeded to surround him, unaware of his vitals.
Spider-Man darted upwards past the soaring Rose Goblin, avoiding a blast of energy from an Enforcer. The two were nearly overwhelmed by Enforcers.
A blast of energy struck Rose Goblin's glider, bucking her off towards the ground. Firing a webline from his wrist mounted web-shooters, Spider-Man swung down with great speeds. He managed to grab Rose Goblin by her waist in the nick of time.
He descended from the webline quickly, landing in a squatting position. Rose Goblin gave him a flirtatious smile as she dropped from his arms, landing beside him. Nearly a second was all it took for the large group of Enforcers to surround them.
Spider-Man swallowed hard.
"This is gonna hurt --- " Was all he could muffle out before all the Enforcers unleashed a fury of blasts.