Spider-Man And The Nightmare Warrior

Chapter 4: Living A Lie

Shane awoke hours later that night in dimly lite environments with a sudden force colliding with his jaw. "You can't do this I got rights." He stated matter-of-factly before he continued to be beaten physically. "I have the authority to violent those right Shane Vandergraff." A gruff voice spoke grabbing his scalp after striking his solar plexus knocking the wind from his body and delivering a sharp back hand. "The vulture? My ass! I'll have you bringing me my pipe and calling me papa within a day."

As Shane came to his senses he began to take subtle glances at his surroundings. Everything happened so fast he didn't even see the attack coming. He looked up seeing his attacker in sight. The silver frosted Ivy League spikes wearing white man with a patch over his eye. Seeing the shield symbol on the uniform "Now...you're gonna tell me everything I want to know...or you and I are going to play a deadly little game and you may not be able to survive the pain that I'm about to put you through..." Nick Fury revealed a sadistic and twisted smile whistling that of a twisted nerve.

Later on, Officer Vincent Gonzalez arrived on the scene to search around after S.H.I.E.L.D. had long since left and agents of the Harlow Crime Family started to sweep the place until they had found Shane's cellphone that had been left behind and hidden in a secret locked compartment that only select people knew the combination to. He opened the concealed drawer and took out the phone. Putting it in his pocket before heading back out the door. However a few moments and a couple of voices could be heard nearby.

"Yes you heard that right, a mole in the organization. A fucking mole asshole how many times do I have to tell you?" Carla Montez stood outside of the office in a red dressed with a gun holstered to her left thigh. "Get home V, damage control is a must," she said before hanging up the phone before getting into her 2007 Toyota Camry and drove off.

Vin flipped open the burner phone dialing the number for Nathan Harlow.

Castiel was sitting in the loveseat in his living room when he heard the sound of a car pull up. He looked through the blinds to see Serena Vandergraff stepping out of her pink Cadillac SUV. He rolled his eyes with a sigh. 'Of course her car is pink, the bimbo screams Walmart barbie. Ugh, I hate her,' he thought with a groan before opening the door after a series of quick knocks.

"Hey Serena, what's up?" He asked her before he got slapped in the face.

"You knew didn't you?! You knew your mother was sleeping with my father and you took the money anyway," Serena was furious, the anger in her eyes followed by pain.

"We used to be friends, how could you lie to my face like that?"

"Serena I didn't-"

"Liar!" She hissed.

"I didn't know! I just found out when I took the photos, I swear! My parents are barely even around most days. Do you think I like this? Huh? Do you have any idea what kind of situation this puts me in? I have no idea what they do during the day and I don't ask! I got you the evidence, I delivered, and we both know damn well that you're only here screaming at me because you can't or don't have the guts to confront your father for his infidelity! Get the hell off of my porch," Castiel said slamming the door in her face.

"Fuck you Cas Harlow!" She shouted before running back to her car in tears. The caddie stayed parked in front of the apartment for a brief moment while Serena calmed herself down before driving down the road.

Castiel looked sighed in relief knowing that his father had left earlier that afternoon and hadn't came home yet. 'At least Dad wasn't home to hear any of that. Otherwise he'd have some explaining to do,' he thought to himself. Nathan had left a few minutes before to go pick up dinner so he knew he had some time to kill before his father would return. Castiel stretched his arms out with a yawn before looking at the clock. "Better go wash up before dad gets back with food," he said as he went down the hall to his bedroom. He took his tank top off, tossing it into the hamper. He looked through his closet for something decent to wear for the night. He settled on a pair of white and gray basketball shorts, a clean black tee to match his black socks. He didn't have any plans on going out.