Back to GatefoldIssue #11 by Cory Wiegel
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Small, white eyes fluttered open in the darkness. The figure moved towards the ground, reaching out towards the rubble before her.
"Spider-Man?" Her voice -- the voice of the Rose Goblin -- for the first time, was somewhat concerned.
"Unh..."
Without a word, Rose Goblin reached for the rubble before her, tossing each piece of road, pipes, and whatever may be in her way. It was mere moments before she found exactly what she was looking for. The battered and bruised, torn costumed, super hero known as the Amazing Spider-Man!
"Parker, get up," Her stern voice demanded.
"Yes, mother," Parker groaned, squinting his eyes as he struggled to sit up.
Rose Goblin reached downwards, pulling Spider-Man upwards by the arm to his feet. Spider-Man immediately reached for the back of his head, his eyes traveling around the area as he gently rubbed the pain away ... or wished he was.
"What happened?"
"Those Enforcers above blasted the ground out from under us. Looks like we're in the sewers." Rose Goblin crossed her arms after speaking, putting her weight on one foot.
"We need to hurry up and get back up there then," Spider-Man drew his hand back down to rest at his side, "there's no telling how long we've been out."
"Right. But just so you know, I'll be killing you after this is all said and done."
"Yeah, sure ... If we're both not dead by then!"
"To answer your question, miss...?"
"Chaos."
The room grew dark as she spoke, almost as an omen. But it was obvious that their power was fading, from the Enforcers' intense assaults upon the city.
"Miss Chaos," The playboy voice of Harry Osborn made itself fully known, "yes, I indeed died."
"And you just magically came back to life?"
Harry's eyes trailed upwards in an intrigued appearance, almost as if he had to think for the right answer. "Nooo," He then looked back towards Chaos; giving her a patronizing look, "still dead."
"I don't think I follow, Mr. Osborn," Chaos crossed her arms. "Elaborate. Now." Chaos' objective seemed to change. She was a woman of science. How one can return from the grave was much more interesting than simple revenge.
"What makes you think I have to answer to you?"
Chaos reached out, pulling Harry by the collar up to her face. Her right hand rose, forming into that of an ax. Before she could speak, Harry gripped her symbiotic chest and arm, throwing her into the ground with immense force.
Ryan Jent, who was remaining silent in the corner up to this point, squinted as if to feel her pain. Harry Osborn hadn't shot him a second glance, nor Chaos.
Her beady, white orbs squinted from the pain shot through her body. What power Harry Osborn must have to cause her such pain, especially with her own super strength given from the cloned Symbiote.
Harry knelt down to Chaos with a horribly angered look, looking her dead square in the eyes.
"I personally don't care who or what you are! You don't have nearly enough weight to even shove me an inch from my place, let alone to demand answers to questions that don't involve you what so ever!"
A low sigh came from Harry's mouth as he stood, his mood now changing. He patted down his suit, sure to make himself look presentable.
"Now then ... on to our business, Mr. Jent."
"Oh no," Spider-Man's voice stuttered as he overlooked the city from atop a building, "we're too late..!" Rose Goblin stood at the other side of the city, observing the opposite direction.
Bodies lied in random spots on the streets, all having been viciously murdered without an ounce of mercy from Apocalypse's so-called 'Enforcers.' It was indeed a horrible site for anyone's eyes. Except for perhaps, Apocalypse himself ... who's plan, unseen by these two, is taking full effect.*
[*See current issues of Apocalypse: Ageless Fury--Dino]
"And all because of you," Spider-Man turned around, dumbstruck by the Rose Goblin's words. "You're never able to save anyone. I don't see why you even try!"
It couldn't be this again. It was plunging a dagger, rusty and old, straight into Peter Parker's chest .. slow and easy. It was always someone or something trying to push that knife even deeper.
J. Jonah Jameson, the publisher of the Daily Bugle.
Eddie Brock, the insane monster known as Venom.
At times, even his wife, Mary Jane ... who's now gone missing.
"You're really startin' to tick me off, lady. At least I'm trying out here...!"
"And failing, every second. Even the people you do save, they're just hating you more because of it. It goes to see that they'd rather die than be saved by you. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
Before Peter Parker's lips could part to react to her statements, the building below Rose Goblin was to rubble by a yellowish beam of energy.
"ARGH!" Rose Goblin screamed in pain as she took the full force of the blast.
Her figure was seen in a blur as Spider-Man's large, masked arachnid like eyes grew even larger as the Rose Goblin went over the side of the building. Spider-Man then quickly threw himself in a ready stance; glancing over to the direction of the blast, only to see an Enforcer just waiting for his reaction -- floating in the area by the thrusters mounted to his feet.
Glancing back off to the side frantically, Spider-Man noticed that three more Enforcers had just surrounded him at each corner of the building ... In their attempt to box him in. He gulped lightly as he glanced side to side, watching their every action.
"You guys wouldn't happen to have any Grey Poupon ... wouldja?"
"Spider-Man?" Her voice -- the voice of the Rose Goblin -- for the first time, was somewhat concerned.
"Unh..."
Without a word, Rose Goblin reached for the rubble before her, tossing each piece of road, pipes, and whatever may be in her way. It was mere moments before she found exactly what she was looking for. The battered and bruised, torn costumed, super hero known as the Amazing Spider-Man!
"Parker, get up," Her stern voice demanded.
"Yes, mother," Parker groaned, squinting his eyes as he struggled to sit up.
Rose Goblin reached downwards, pulling Spider-Man upwards by the arm to his feet. Spider-Man immediately reached for the back of his head, his eyes traveling around the area as he gently rubbed the pain away ... or wished he was.
"What happened?"
"Those Enforcers above blasted the ground out from under us. Looks like we're in the sewers." Rose Goblin crossed her arms after speaking, putting her weight on one foot.
"We need to hurry up and get back up there then," Spider-Man drew his hand back down to rest at his side, "there's no telling how long we've been out."
"Right. But just so you know, I'll be killing you after this is all said and done."
"Yeah, sure ... If we're both not dead by then!"
"To answer your question, miss...?"
"Chaos."
The room grew dark as she spoke, almost as an omen. But it was obvious that their power was fading, from the Enforcers' intense assaults upon the city.
"Miss Chaos," The playboy voice of Harry Osborn made itself fully known, "yes, I indeed died."
"And you just magically came back to life?"
Harry's eyes trailed upwards in an intrigued appearance, almost as if he had to think for the right answer. "Nooo," He then looked back towards Chaos; giving her a patronizing look, "still dead."
"I don't think I follow, Mr. Osborn," Chaos crossed her arms. "Elaborate. Now." Chaos' objective seemed to change. She was a woman of science. How one can return from the grave was much more interesting than simple revenge.
"What makes you think I have to answer to you?"
Chaos reached out, pulling Harry by the collar up to her face. Her right hand rose, forming into that of an ax. Before she could speak, Harry gripped her symbiotic chest and arm, throwing her into the ground with immense force.
Ryan Jent, who was remaining silent in the corner up to this point, squinted as if to feel her pain. Harry Osborn hadn't shot him a second glance, nor Chaos.
Her beady, white orbs squinted from the pain shot through her body. What power Harry Osborn must have to cause her such pain, especially with her own super strength given from the cloned Symbiote.
Harry knelt down to Chaos with a horribly angered look, looking her dead square in the eyes.
"I personally don't care who or what you are! You don't have nearly enough weight to even shove me an inch from my place, let alone to demand answers to questions that don't involve you what so ever!"
A low sigh came from Harry's mouth as he stood, his mood now changing. He patted down his suit, sure to make himself look presentable.
"Now then ... on to our business, Mr. Jent."
"Oh no," Spider-Man's voice stuttered as he overlooked the city from atop a building, "we're too late..!" Rose Goblin stood at the other side of the city, observing the opposite direction.
Bodies lied in random spots on the streets, all having been viciously murdered without an ounce of mercy from Apocalypse's so-called 'Enforcers.' It was indeed a horrible site for anyone's eyes. Except for perhaps, Apocalypse himself ... who's plan, unseen by these two, is taking full effect.*
[*See current issues of Apocalypse: Ageless Fury--Dino]
"And all because of you," Spider-Man turned around, dumbstruck by the Rose Goblin's words. "You're never able to save anyone. I don't see why you even try!"
It couldn't be this again. It was plunging a dagger, rusty and old, straight into Peter Parker's chest .. slow and easy. It was always someone or something trying to push that knife even deeper.
J. Jonah Jameson, the publisher of the Daily Bugle.
Eddie Brock, the insane monster known as Venom.
At times, even his wife, Mary Jane ... who's now gone missing.
"You're really startin' to tick me off, lady. At least I'm trying out here...!"
"And failing, every second. Even the people you do save, they're just hating you more because of it. It goes to see that they'd rather die than be saved by you. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
Before Peter Parker's lips could part to react to her statements, the building below Rose Goblin was to rubble by a yellowish beam of energy.
"ARGH!" Rose Goblin screamed in pain as she took the full force of the blast.
Her figure was seen in a blur as Spider-Man's large, masked arachnid like eyes grew even larger as the Rose Goblin went over the side of the building. Spider-Man then quickly threw himself in a ready stance; glancing over to the direction of the blast, only to see an Enforcer just waiting for his reaction -- floating in the area by the thrusters mounted to his feet.
Glancing back off to the side frantically, Spider-Man noticed that three more Enforcers had just surrounded him at each corner of the building ... In their attempt to box him in. He gulped lightly as he glanced side to side, watching their every action.
"You guys wouldn't happen to have any Grey Poupon ... wouldja?"