--Discontinued -- A Revenant [Gwen Stacy/Ghost-Spider x OC]

Arc 1 : Chapter 1

"We have a security breach! Subject-29 has escaped, I repeat, Subject-29 has esc—" A weak, gurgling sound replaced the man's words, as his body fell limply to the pristine white floors. The man clutched his throat, trying to close the large gaping wound, to no avail. His blood still flowed out, pooling by his head, soaking into his blonde hair.

Gunshots rang out from behind, striking the attacker in the left shoulder. Grunting, the attacker turned, before launching a small projectile at the two. The small projectile exploded into a glowing orb with fiery color, pulling the guards' pistols into the singularity.

The attacker launched himself at the now disarmed guards, his clawed hands ripping into the men. Only their screams masked the sound of flesh tearing and bones snapping. Soon, the lone sound in the room was the blood dripping from the attacker's metallic fingertips.

"Subject-29, stand down! Stand down now!" A voice all too familiar to him shouted. Subject-29 looked up from the mutilated bodies to see the stout old man he loathed standing unarmed in front of him.

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"It seems that we have encountered a.. roadblock in your behavior alignment training, haven't we Twenty-Nine?" The man's voice echoed through the room, as the helpless Subject-29 strained against the bonds he was in. His head—his new head, that is—was opened, as his brain was being examined and toyed with.

He wanted to scream, but his vocal receptors were disabled. It had annoyed the stout Doctor Pyotr one too many times in the past. Now, Subject-29's voice was always shut off during Pyotr's tinkering sessions. He tried to close his eyes, but he had no eyelids to shut. He tried to rip free of his restraints, but had no fight in his metallic arms. He had no free will during 'behavior alignment training'. His eyes ran white with blinding pain.

"There, all better." Pyotr stepped down from his stool, setting the bloody instruments down on a medical table. "You can, erm, turn on Twenty-Nine's vocal receptors now."

Twenty-Nine let out a scream of primal pain and rage, which only amplified when his 'head' was put back on, covering his brain. A mechanical hiss let out, as the brain chamber pressurized.

"I'm.. going.. to.. kill.." His voice was not the same as when he was taken. It was dark, gravelly, and rough as sandpaper. "Every.. last.. one of.. you."

"Oh my, it seems that all the kinks haven't been worked out yet. It will have to wait until tomorrow, unfortunately. I have other matters to attend to now. Goodnight, Twenty-Nine, I will see you again in the morning."

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He stood up from his crouched position, looking down at the unrecognizable corpse of Doctor Pyotr. He hadn't realized what he had done, until it was already over. It was a shame, he would've relished in the kill. But alas, the deed was done. He bent down, and ripped the keycard from Pyotr's body, before walking over to a terminal. A slot opened up on the side of the terminal, which was soon slotted with the keycard from the dear deceased doctor.

His long metallic fingers furiously typed away, as his glowing eyes darted back and forth, searching for anything. His search was not in vain, however, as he soon found his file.

Subject-29 Project "Revenant"

Name: [Expunged]

Age: 15

Height: 6'8"

Weight: 90lbs

Head Researcher: Dr. Pyotr Andreivich