Not So Friendly Anymore

Chapter 9: Taking Out the Trash

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Peter reached the first cell block, the heavy metal doors sealing away some of the most dangerous criminals ever captured. With a single, decisive movement, he activated a device on his wrist, sending a pulse through the prison's systems that forced the cell doors open one by one.

The prisoners inside blinked in confusion as their doors slid open, their instincts telling them something was wrong. But before they could react, Peter was upon them.

Scorpion was the first to make a move. The villain lunged at Peter, his tail whipping forward with lethal speed, but Peter was faster. He dodged the strike effortlessly, then retaliated with a brutal uppercut that sent Scorpion crashing to the ground. Without hesitation, Peter grabbed Scorpion's tail, yanking it off with a sickening crack before plunging the sharp end into the villain's chest. Scorpion gasped, his eyes wide with shock as his body convulsed, then stilled.

As Scorpion's body slumped to the floor, Peter turned his attention to Kraven the Hunter, who had already slipped from his cell and was prowling the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike. But Peter was no longer the prey. He was the predator. He activated his enhanced vision, spotting Kraven's silhouette before the hunter could make his move. Peter launched himself at Kraven, landing a knee to his chest that knocked the wind out of him.

Kraven snarled, slashing at Peter with a concealed knife, but Peter caught the blade mid-swing. With a single twist, he disarmed Kraven, sending the knife clattering to the floor. Before Kraven could recover, Peter grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground. Kraven struggled, but Peter's grip was unyielding.

"Welcome to the hunt," Peter hissed before snapping Kraven's neck with a swift, decisive motion. He let the lifeless body drop to the ground, his expression cold and unfeeling.

Moving forward, Peter encountered Hydro-Man, who tried to overwhelm him by turning into a torrent of water. But Peter was prepared. He activated a containment field, one he had specifically designed to trap Hydro-Man. The field hummed to life, and Hydro-Man found himself caught, his watery form unable to escape. Peter watched without emotion as the field tightened, compressing Hydro-Man's form until the pressure became too much. With a final gurgle, Hydro-Man exploded into a spray of water, his essence evaporating as the containment field powered down.

As Peter moved further into the block, he encountered Tombstone, his stone-like skin gleaming in the dim light. Tombstone charged, his massive fists swinging at Peter with deadly force. But Peter dodged each blow with ease, his movements a blur of speed and precision. He delivered a powerful punch to Tombstone's gut, causing the villain to double over. Peter didn't stop there; he grabbed Tombstone's head and slammed it into the cell bars with enough force to shatter the metal. Tombstone's body went limp, his stone skin cracking as blood began to seep through.

As the last of the villains lay dead at his feet, Peter paused, his breathing steady, his mind already moving to the next phase of his plan. He glanced back at the carnage he had wrought, the bodies scattered across the floor, blood pooling beneath them. There was no going back now. He had crossed the line, and there was no turning back.

With the Raft's most dangerous criminals eliminated, Peter made his way deeper into the darkened corridors, his senses heightened, every fiber of his being honed for what lay ahead. The lights flickered sporadically, casting eerie shadows that danced on the walls, but Peter's mind was clear, his purpose unwavering. He had purged the first cell block of its scum, but his work was far from over.