Back to GatefoldIssue #8 by Cory Wiegel
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"ungh..."
"Well, hello there, Mr. Parker."
Spider-Man squinted, opening his eyes in the dark room. He felt like he was going to fall apart inside. His arms were outstretched, same with his legs to make a type of "X" symbol, where they were strapped in some type of electronic restraints.
Rose Goblin stood there on her glider, her arms crossed, a devious grin upon her face. Tapping a button on her side wrist, the lights came on with a huge flash. Spider-Man squinted as he jerked his head away, blinded by the flash.
Bringing his head back around, he appeared to be groggy, as he couldn't seem to keep from squinting or blinking. From what he could tell, he was in a room that pretty much had no floor, just led down and down and down. Behind his newly found nemesis, he saw possibly the only exit from the room.
"I see the sedatives have taken their toll on you. There should be no trouble in doing whatever we wish of you."
Spider-Man brought his head up straight to face what seemed to him, a blurry Rose Goblin. "Whatever you wish? That can't be good."
Rose Goblin smirked, tapping the peddle on the glider to hover towards Spider-Man's position. She reached out to him, stroking his chin lightly with her hand, Spider-Man quickly recoiled from her strokes. Only for her eyes to be filled with anger, Rose Goblin placed both her hands onto his head, sinking her thumbs right under his eyes.
Spider-Man barred the pain, looking straight into her eyes. Her face seemed only an inch away from his, a psychotic type of anger and confusion in her eyes. "Why did you do it?" She thought to herself, over and over.
In the mists of frustration and confusion, Rose Goblin shoved her hands into Spider-Man's face, turning around aboard her glider to float towards the lone exit. Spider-Man's head was flung backwards, only to slump forward to look to her as she opened the door, preparing to make her leave.
"When you get the chance, could you possibly send room service up here with some moist towellettes and maybe some of those little mints?"
Rose Goblin glared back to Spider-Man for a moment, who gazed towards the back of her, with what seemed to be little interest. Rose Goblin smiled, her gaze falling to the floor for a moment. She then set her head up high, walking down the hall as the door seemed to shut by itself.
Spider-Man let out what seemed to be a sigh of relief. He took one look at his surroundings, noting the crack at the right restraint's base.
This is crazy. I've been kidnapped by someone who's either just gone through a really bad relationship, or is a total nut-job, while the Daily Bugle has probably just been burnt to the ground by now, oh, and did I mention that my wife has been missing for a few days now without any trace? And it doesn't look like those sedatives are going to wear off any time soon. Maybe if I just play along, she'll let me live long enough for them to. I sure hope Robbie and everyone's okay.
What is it that makes a man? How many women he's made love to? How sensitive he is to others? His accomplishments? How many 8 pound steaks he can eat in 45 minutes? Everyone has their own perspective. What if... one day... you woke up. And you realized... you were supposed to be dead. What if... one day... you woke up, and you discovered, you're not really a man at all? Or a human for that matter?
You would think these are difficult questions. Questions, that seem to be picking Ben Reilly's brain every moment of every day. He shouldn't be alive. Yet he is. In fact, right now, he's gazing down upon one man's life, being torn away. Piece. By. Piece.
J. Jonah Jameson could be considered a man. By all means, he is nothing less then a good man. He hasn't made love to many women. By far, he's not sensitive to others. He can't eat more then 8 pounds of steak within 45 minutes. But he has had a great deal of accomplishments.
The Daily Bugle is his business. His heart and very soul. It would be what some consider... his manhood. Without it, he doesn't feel that he's a man. It's like being kicked in the groin for the first time.
Right now, Jonstone Jonah Jameson (yes, that's his full name), is gazing at his manhood's destruction. The fire fighters have contained the fire, but it doesn't appear to be much of a save. Fear, pain, humiliation, and of course, anger. They all fill his soul as he watches the top floors of the Daily Bugle come crashing down.
J. Jonah Jameson stood up from the back of the ambulance, letting the rugged brown blanket drop from his shoulders and to the ground. Slowly but surely, he watched as his life, his manhood, was stripped from him. Jonah took steps towards the flaming building. Betty Brent, Robbie Robertson, Phil Urich, and many other Daily Bugle employees watched close by, not knowing how they could help.
"It's gone. My life, down the drain..." the owner of the Daily Bugle announced. "I was ready... to give up my vendetta against that egg-sucking, wall-crawling, spineless man. But this time... his own vendetta has gone too far."
With those words, Jameson turned around to face his employees. He slowly began to walk out towards the police barricades, stepping past them to continue his way down the street, his head held low. His friends, people who have become his second family, watched on. In fear.... what could one man do when he has nothing left?
Ben Reilly, the Scarlet Spider, believes that he hasn't yet earned the right to be called a man after the events of today. J. Jonah Jameson, took a look back and up, seeing the Scarlet Spider clinging to a wall in the shadows, looking to him with awe. Jameson simply shook his head and continued his gaze downwards, walking off down the street.
Chaos sat there. Her..... errm, their legs hanging off the edge of a building over looking the beach. She was there in her human form. Looking down to her hands, she understood that she was one person. Another simply there trespassing, only there to continue it's life.
Her name is Joannah Wilkins. She just now realizes that she was the victim of a horrific experiment. She was a scientist, about 5'6", 134 lbs, blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair. Working for Oscorp's science research, she was 'volunteered' to take part in an experiment, which left her in her current state.. against her will. Bonded with another.
Joannah Wilkins had revenge on her mind as she stood. The cloned, alien symbiote covered her body and formed them. Not her, but them. She knew what she had to do next, even if it meant her life...
NEXT ISSUE: What does the Rose Goblin want from Spidey? And what does Chaos have planned?
"Well, hello there, Mr. Parker."
Spider-Man squinted, opening his eyes in the dark room. He felt like he was going to fall apart inside. His arms were outstretched, same with his legs to make a type of "X" symbol, where they were strapped in some type of electronic restraints.
Rose Goblin stood there on her glider, her arms crossed, a devious grin upon her face. Tapping a button on her side wrist, the lights came on with a huge flash. Spider-Man squinted as he jerked his head away, blinded by the flash.
Bringing his head back around, he appeared to be groggy, as he couldn't seem to keep from squinting or blinking. From what he could tell, he was in a room that pretty much had no floor, just led down and down and down. Behind his newly found nemesis, he saw possibly the only exit from the room.
"I see the sedatives have taken their toll on you. There should be no trouble in doing whatever we wish of you."
Spider-Man brought his head up straight to face what seemed to him, a blurry Rose Goblin. "Whatever you wish? That can't be good."
Rose Goblin smirked, tapping the peddle on the glider to hover towards Spider-Man's position. She reached out to him, stroking his chin lightly with her hand, Spider-Man quickly recoiled from her strokes. Only for her eyes to be filled with anger, Rose Goblin placed both her hands onto his head, sinking her thumbs right under his eyes.
Spider-Man barred the pain, looking straight into her eyes. Her face seemed only an inch away from his, a psychotic type of anger and confusion in her eyes. "Why did you do it?" She thought to herself, over and over.
In the mists of frustration and confusion, Rose Goblin shoved her hands into Spider-Man's face, turning around aboard her glider to float towards the lone exit. Spider-Man's head was flung backwards, only to slump forward to look to her as she opened the door, preparing to make her leave.
"When you get the chance, could you possibly send room service up here with some moist towellettes and maybe some of those little mints?"
Rose Goblin glared back to Spider-Man for a moment, who gazed towards the back of her, with what seemed to be little interest. Rose Goblin smiled, her gaze falling to the floor for a moment. She then set her head up high, walking down the hall as the door seemed to shut by itself.
Spider-Man let out what seemed to be a sigh of relief. He took one look at his surroundings, noting the crack at the right restraint's base.
This is crazy. I've been kidnapped by someone who's either just gone through a really bad relationship, or is a total nut-job, while the Daily Bugle has probably just been burnt to the ground by now, oh, and did I mention that my wife has been missing for a few days now without any trace? And it doesn't look like those sedatives are going to wear off any time soon. Maybe if I just play along, she'll let me live long enough for them to. I sure hope Robbie and everyone's okay.
What is it that makes a man? How many women he's made love to? How sensitive he is to others? His accomplishments? How many 8 pound steaks he can eat in 45 minutes? Everyone has their own perspective. What if... one day... you woke up. And you realized... you were supposed to be dead. What if... one day... you woke up, and you discovered, you're not really a man at all? Or a human for that matter?
You would think these are difficult questions. Questions, that seem to be picking Ben Reilly's brain every moment of every day. He shouldn't be alive. Yet he is. In fact, right now, he's gazing down upon one man's life, being torn away. Piece. By. Piece.
J. Jonah Jameson could be considered a man. By all means, he is nothing less then a good man. He hasn't made love to many women. By far, he's not sensitive to others. He can't eat more then 8 pounds of steak within 45 minutes. But he has had a great deal of accomplishments.
The Daily Bugle is his business. His heart and very soul. It would be what some consider... his manhood. Without it, he doesn't feel that he's a man. It's like being kicked in the groin for the first time.
Right now, Jonstone Jonah Jameson (yes, that's his full name), is gazing at his manhood's destruction. The fire fighters have contained the fire, but it doesn't appear to be much of a save. Fear, pain, humiliation, and of course, anger. They all fill his soul as he watches the top floors of the Daily Bugle come crashing down.
J. Jonah Jameson stood up from the back of the ambulance, letting the rugged brown blanket drop from his shoulders and to the ground. Slowly but surely, he watched as his life, his manhood, was stripped from him. Jonah took steps towards the flaming building. Betty Brent, Robbie Robertson, Phil Urich, and many other Daily Bugle employees watched close by, not knowing how they could help.
"It's gone. My life, down the drain..." the owner of the Daily Bugle announced. "I was ready... to give up my vendetta against that egg-sucking, wall-crawling, spineless man. But this time... his own vendetta has gone too far."
With those words, Jameson turned around to face his employees. He slowly began to walk out towards the police barricades, stepping past them to continue his way down the street, his head held low. His friends, people who have become his second family, watched on. In fear.... what could one man do when he has nothing left?
Ben Reilly, the Scarlet Spider, believes that he hasn't yet earned the right to be called a man after the events of today. J. Jonah Jameson, took a look back and up, seeing the Scarlet Spider clinging to a wall in the shadows, looking to him with awe. Jameson simply shook his head and continued his gaze downwards, walking off down the street.
Chaos sat there. Her..... errm, their legs hanging off the edge of a building over looking the beach. She was there in her human form. Looking down to her hands, she understood that she was one person. Another simply there trespassing, only there to continue it's life.
Her name is Joannah Wilkins. She just now realizes that she was the victim of a horrific experiment. She was a scientist, about 5'6", 134 lbs, blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair. Working for Oscorp's science research, she was 'volunteered' to take part in an experiment, which left her in her current state.. against her will. Bonded with another.
Joannah Wilkins had revenge on her mind as she stood. The cloned, alien symbiote covered her body and formed them. Not her, but them. She knew what she had to do next, even if it meant her life...
NEXT ISSUE: What does the Rose Goblin want from Spidey? And what does Chaos have planned?