Emergence: The Spectacular Spider-man Series- BOOK 01

Episode O7

The OsCorp Tower,
Midtown Manhattan, NY.

Peter got pushed into the elevator, by a crowd of workmen, elecrician and other fellow people whp hauled in like flock of sheeps.

Finally having being propelled in ine of the corners by the crowd, poor Peter managed to stand, sticking flat onto the silver walls, with one of leg wierldy stucked between the luggage one of the workmen had carried in. Peter managed to grab onto a metal bar behind him, peeventing his fall, cause his another leg was just a matter of balancing on his toe. Pretty good position to stand in an elevator, which you have no idea, leads where...

Peter jerked his neck, to pull the camera round his neck from being shattered between two of the people in the elevator.

"Where's this elevator going?" Peter squeaked, choking with all the less space he got to stand in the overcrowded room.

"Upwards" replied a bald man in front of him.

Peter sighed at the stupid reply. "Up where?"

The man, probably an electrician, understandable from the jacket he wore, looked back and stared at Peter, as if he had been asked to give away his kidney.

"Thank you. The elevator's going up. Thanks" Peter replied, understanding that he had asked a wrong question to a wrong set of people.

He jerked his head again, sticking himslef more into the corner, not wanting to smell the neck of the person in front of him. They were all worker, and all so serious, like concrete plastered to their faces. Peter was surely not expecting a help from them. Thus, he decided to admire the elevator. It was a silver cuboid box, more like a man-sized jeweley box, with octahedral glass pieces studded to the ceiling in such a manner that it read- OsCorp Elevators. The wall, which Peter stuck himslef too, was a transparent glass, availing a view of the entire tower, as the elevator lifted skywards. And no way, Peter was looking out of it, even when he had a chance to look for his lost school group through the glass. Peter is scared of heights.

The lift rose steadily upwards, not stopping even once in its path. On displayed on one of the walls was a screen showing a lady, who was like a guide to the passenger inside the elevator. Finally some decent help, Peter thought to himslef.

"Upwards to Floor 19, Row 84." spoke the lady on the screen.

Peter cursed himelf.

"She is a nice chick!" jeered a guy in the elevator.

"Yea. Bombshell ladies all over the tower. I bet, their husbands are just fuel-less nozzles." mocked another man.

Peter crunched backwards, trying to shut his ears from all the slangs passed by the men, who seemed to cheerfully enjoy each other's slangs.

"She's a cock tease, I swear. No way, my girlfriend's gonna have such---"

"Beep beep" The elevator sound dinged lightly, as the doors opened. And like a sudden gush of compressed air, all the men drived out of the doors, along with the enormous good boxed they carried.

Peter sighed, as he got back to his feet and tired of tiptoing in the corner for 19 floors. But then, a heavy box being dragged out, hit him in the shin, and he feel face-front on to the silver floor.

The men scurried away out of the lift, and by the time Peter got up, the silver doors slammed shut in his face, missing the tip of his nose by an inch.

"Hey wait!" Peter cried annoyingly to himslef. His spectacles blurred with thick fog due to heavy breathing.

"Do you want to travel upwards, dear passenger?" asked the lady on the screen.