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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...
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[N.Y. - 2:27 A.M. - July 7]
Tarantula was listening to music, low so he could hear any type of sound. He was viewing the city when he decided to sit down on the edge. So much has been happening in his life and he can't really pull it all together. He works at an office, but his coworkers are all but fake pieces of shit. One coworker, Peter B. Parker, is the only one who doesn't seem too fake. But still, everyone, even his boss acts so happy and all "trying to cheer him up". He hates his job and he wishes to be something else. The only thing he does is harm himself by over exercising and starving.
Tarantula's POV:
I sit perched high above the city, letting the pulsing beat of angsty metal drown out my racing thoughts. It's been a long couple months since that shitshow venture chasing Vulture.
Everything in my life's been one big fucking joke lately. Fake ass people at my 9 to 5, pretending like they care when really all they see is paychecks and metrics. Everyone sucks the soul right outta you just to look good doing it.
Only one who seems real is that dweeb Peter B. Parker, but even he don't know the real me. No one does. I'm tired of all the bullshit, tired of suffering alone in silence while criminals run wild below.
My mind wanders back to that dark place, all the pain and humiliation they inflicted while Spider-Man flew oblivious above. I know it ain't entirely his fault, but those scars will never fully heal. Just another reminder life's a kick in the teeth no matter how hard you fight back.
A sharp gust blows over the roof, sending a chill through my exhausted body. I've pushed myself to the limit night after night, burning it all away at the gym to forget. But it's never enough...
Maybe it's finally time I let the city see who I really am underneath. No more skulking in the shadows - it's time Tarantula emerged in the light whether they like it or not. And if Spider-Man wants to get in my way... well, I'll just have to put him in the fucking ground.
Stepping out of the shadows and into the spotlight is risky as hell. People will see me as unknown, maybe think I'm some copycat trying to steal Spider-Man's thunder. And he sure as shit won't be happy about a new player muscling in on his scene.
But laying low and skulking around unseen just ain't cutting it anymore. It's time the city knows there's a real badass out here busting skulls while ol' Webhead naps the day away. Speaking of, he's probably gonna try and throw down like he did last time.
