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   The moon is beautiful, as it's shinning bright everyday. Some people say the night gives the moon a chance to shine on its stage, while the clouds are a veil for its imperfections. Some people say the moon and the night are like best friends. If you tried really hard, you would be able to see them through the broken glass, which was slightly covered by the ripped curtains. They were always together. The night is dark and full of terrors, but the moon lights up the path, so its best friend won't drown in its own gloom.

   The air inside the building is dense, as the dampness started building up. His steps were careless and went right through the millions of puddles created by the silly rain. The peeling wallpaper looked like it was once colored in black. There were many gaps in the floorboards and the lights were flickering from time to time, looking like they were dying. The rythm of his breathe echoed in the whole building, as he finally spoke with a straight face:

   'Who is this Spiderman you're talking about?'

   The cold started invading the place as he turned to look at the man behind him. No one was speaking at that moment, but his red eyes were stabbing the silence while speaking for themselves. They were filled with cruelty, while his face looked calm. No one could wade through his unreadable expression. And no one ever did.

   'A hero you will want to dispose the world of. She is but a teenage girl, but her reflexions and power are something else. I want you to get rid of her, Koko.' he paused a bit before saying 'No matter what risk it takes'.

   The man whom he was speaking to raised his eyebrow and smirked. He saw through his stuttering immediately. No one could fool Koko.

   'So you know her?', he inquired.

   The man did not answer, but he lowered his gaze and did not want to meet Koko's eyes. Such a weird attitude.

   'Very well then, I'll make sure that Spiderman of yours won't see the daylight again. Make sure to think of how you are to repay me.'

   He glanced one more time at the man and left him behind as he entered his laboratory. The black painted walls made the pile of wires on the floor look like snakes. The room was filled with mutants that have been incubated in a tube by no one else, but Koko. The whole purpose of the incubators was to create monsters no one could ever beat. That's how he planned to destroy the world, but now he's going to use one of them to defeat Spiderman. The shinny mauve liquid inside the tubes surely looked weird enough. In front of every mutant, there was a lectern that's supporting notebooks with all the details about each and every one of them.

   A few steps later, Koko stood in front of an animal looking miscreation. Its stubby hair was unsettled in that purple substance, while its arm veins were all black. Its ability seemed excentric, which is why its master chose him. He's sure that this mutant will finish off Spiderman quickly. He then smashed the tube and the whole room was showered in the weird liquid. The creature fell down with a thud, but a few seconds later its hands started moving and it got up while shacking. It then looked in Koko's eyes with a scared face. Its breathing was irregular and it seemed confused.

   'Colton!' he called. That must be the name its creator gave it. 'My creation, I desire that you and your individual ability erase a certain Spiderman from the face of this earth. I do not concern myself with what method you are bound to use, thus I only want to see the result of your work. No trace of her shall be seen again in this universe. Understood?'

   Colton still looked confused, but he nodded and said;

   'Yes, Sir', becasue who would want to defy a person with such horrifiyng bloodlust?

   The last drops of water dribbled from the tube, interrupting the villain's words:

   'Infiltrate in her life, stab her to death, kill her loved ones, whatever you wish to do. Just make sure she ends up dead.'

   And as he said his last orders, he turned away and left the mutant all alone, with only the company of the sound of the rain, thrumming on the roof.

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