Spider-Man and The Esper

92. Blinding Rage

The dream goes dark and as it fades back into Michael's view who is sitting on the couch viewing the TV, he sees Fubuki and his daughter May who was only 9 years-old hung from handcuffs and suspended in air, swinging slowly back and forth. The harsh voice of Carnage is heard.

"Now that you have met our damsels in distress, let's meet the stars of our show for this recording." The camera pans back to reveal eleven other villains standing around the room. As the camera pans over each of them Michael mumbles their names.

"Shocker, Green Goblin, Chameleon, Doc Ock, Electro, Hobgoblin, Kraven, Mysterio, Rhino, Scorpion, Tombstone." Then the voice of the Carnage is heard again.

"Now that the cast has been introduced for this fun video we'll send you, let the show begin!" The following scenes of the various villains doing their best to outdo each other in torturing, abusing, raping, and defiling the two women are something that no sane man should have to witness, much less someone who loved the victims. The video goes through every single detail of what each villain had done to the poor girls where it was too much to be described in words.

Mercifully his daughter May was too young and small to withstand such physical abuse and she died in short order. However that did not save her body as every outrage that was done to one was done to the other regardless of the status of the victim. Over a day later after Fubuki's last gurgling scram of inconceivable pain was cut short and her horror filled eyes glazed into death as the scene again faded to black. When it brightens again it shows the view of the two brutalized and mangled corpses hung from the flagpoles of the Daily Bugle building back in Michael's universe. The voice of the Carnage is heard for the last time.

"Remember this Michael Watanabe. This is the true price of being a Hero!" The scene again fades to black

Michael Watanabe was on his knees puking his guts out till he felt that his stomach was completely empty. This was all his stomach had in it to throw up during the viewing, as the images of the torture of his loved ones overwhelmed him. His eyes however are no longer dead. Sometime during the past day his overwhelming numbing grief had vanished to be replaced with the blazing fires of rage. This rage is what showed in his eyes now, a rage that burned away all traces of the old Michael Watanabe. All that was left was the rage. But the flames inside weren't hot enough. He needed more! He reached forward and hit play restarting the disc.

The final scene again faded to black. The man who used to be Michael Watanabe still sat in the same spot in front of the T.V for what felt like hours. The rage that had blazed in him was no longer evident though. During his second viewing of the disc the fury had reached a peak and then had frozen and grown cold and hard. His mind was clear of the all-consuming flames and he knew who his enemies were and exactly what each of them had done. Every despicable act had been committed to memory and he knew what he had to do.

First he cleaned himself up. Then he fueled his body. He was not hungry but he would need his body fit and strong for what he needed to do. What he must do. What he should've done many years ago. All of them were going to die personally and permanently by his own hands. Then he went to his room and opened the closet where his gray and black costumes were hidden. He took one complete suit and made a compact bundle of it and then took the rest of them and burned them. That Spider-man had died in the same blaze of fury that had destroyed Michael Watanabe. He then took one last look at the home where Michael Watanabe, Fubuki, and May had lived and left. Never to return. Kill them all! Kill them all! KILL THEM ALL!

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Fubuki's emerald eyes were slowly opening as she had a smile on her face, sunlight nearly approaching over the horizon through the curtained window as she had reach over to the left spot on the bed to feel nothing but the rest of the bed empty, it took a second or two for her brain to process her own surroundings.