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In a world where superheroes battle both villains and their own inner demons, this story takes readers on a captivating journey through the intertwined lives of Tareg, a tormented superhero known as Tarantula, and...
• Credits to A_S1MP- for helping me with the story and decisions -🎸
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⚠️TW!⚠️ This story is identified as mature by the themes that are mentioned in the story.
All these are: Sexual orientation problems, eating problems, suicide, suicidal thoughts, sex, rape, torture, self-harm, inappropriate language, unstable mental state, depression, anxiety, and anger problems.
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[N.Y. - 12:57 A.M. - March 10]
Tarantula's POV:
I listen carefully over the police scanners for any signs of trouble in the city. It seems there's been a robbery down at the waterfront - eh, sounds like fucking small potatoes. But I swing over anyway, maybe I'll find some excitement.
I arrive to see a bunch of goons loading boxes onto a truck. Cash, probably. Boring.
"Hey assholes!" I call down. "I think you forgot to pay for that merchandise. Why don't you put it back before I make you?"
They spot me on the roof and start shooting. Fucking amateurs, can't they see bullets don't work on me? I dodge them easily and shoot a couple web bombs. The explosions send the goons scattering, but one big bruiser stands his ground. I drop down in front of him.
"You wanna dance, tough guy?"
He takes a swing - slow as molasses. I sidestep and trip him with a webline. As he falls, I punch him hard in the face.
"Nighty night, sweetheart. Try not to drop the soap next time."
I turn to the scattered boxes. Cash, just like I thought. Nothing fun, but at least these assclowns won't be spending it for a while. Just another day keeping the riffraff off the streets. I shoot a line and swing away, chasing the next call on the police band. Let's hope it's more interesting than this bullshit...
/TIME SKIP\
He was swinging when he heard another call, this one was a robbery in a very well known museum. He's always in the shadows, and a museum is dark when it's night so it's perfect for him. He'll cover the cameras so he can go more smoothly.
Fuck yeah, now we're talking. A robbery at the natural history museum - those fuckers are hitting the big time.
I swing over and perch in the shadows, scanning the security cameras with my tech. One by one, they fuzz out as I hijack their signals. Now we've got a dark stage for the main event.
I slip inside and creep along the darkened halls. Voices echo up ahead - I follow the sound till I spot two goons guarding a set of stairs. Probably leads down to the gems.
"Alright ass-clowns," I mutter. "Let's dance."
A well-placed lump of webbing silences one goon before he knows what hit him. The other starts to turn - I leap out and deliver a spinning kick that lays him the fuck out.
"Nighty night, dipshits."
Down the stairs I go, dropping low along the railing till I spot movement below. Four more guards, surrounding a display case. Fucking amateur hour over here. I pull four web bombs and let 'em fly.
The explosions light up the room - in the flash, I see the guards scrambling in confusion. Perfect. I dive in with fists and feet flying, taking them down hard and fast before they know what the fuck happened.
In minutes it's over - just me and the shattered case, surrounded by unconscious assclowns.
"Another successful night," I chuckle. Time to get the fuck out before the real cops show up. Another win for the shadows.
But right as he was gonna swing away more reinforcements came.
Aw hell, was hoping to get out clean, but I should've known it wouldn't be that easy. As I'm shooting a line to depart, I hear heavy boots clomping down the stairs. Reinforcements, and by the sound of it, a lot of the fuckers.
I duck into the shadows just as a squad of goons appears, carrying heavy armor and weaponry. Mercenaries - this job just got a lot more complicated. Leading them is a big, bald son of a bitch barking orders. Must be in charge.
As they fan out searching, I creep along the wall behind them, staying unseen. But there's too many, no way I can take them all in hand-to-hand. Gonna need to even the odds.
I pull a handful of smoke bombs and start flickering through hand signals, directing the drones I've got hidden in the rafters. On my mark, they let fly the bombs then strafe in with stun blasts.
Chaos erupts as the mercenaries choke and seize - perfect distraction. I vault over the railing and drop into the fray swinging. Fists and feet fly faster than they can see till it's just me and their bald leader left standing.
"Alright big guy," I growl, clenching my fists. "Let's see what you got." This is about to get real fun...
He was about to fight this bastard when Spider-Man appeared.
Ah shit, just when it was getting good, the wall-crawler himself had to show up and crash the party. I see him descend from the ceiling and take in the scene with those big white lenses.
I know the drill - get my ass outta here before he spots me and starts asking annoying questions. But it's too late, he's already turned my way. Fuck! Think fast...
I shoot a line and yank down one of the high exhibits, sending it crashing down in a cloud of dust and debris. In the chaos, I disappear back into the shadows as Spider-Man bursts into a flurry of motion, webbing up the exhibit chunks before they crush anyone.
By the time the dust clears, I'm long gone. But it was a close one - he definitely saw me, or at least my gear. Now he's gonna be curious. Gonna have to lay low and avoid running into that chatty bastard at all costs, or else the whole game is up. Next time I'll have to plan an escape route before the fucking arachnid shows up...
