Peter's Journal

Venom

I'm a puddle of sweat. Nightmares keep coming after the other. I don't know what's happening. What it is. One moment my head blares. The next... nothing. This continuous cycle of suspense and apprehensiveness kept going for a week. I saw a black figure. It would stand there menacingly. It would move toward me and my senses would go off. Then, it was gone. No where to be seen.

"AAAAH!" I jolted forward.

I frantically scanned my room. Nothing. "What the hell is going on..?" I wondered to myself, "Ever since I was at Oscorp, I've had these damn nightmares-" I caught myself. I noticed I was different. I wasn't acting the same. I always felt on edge for no reason. It was easy to agitate me. My manners were the same of a mafia member. You know, the 'What's it to ya?' kind. This wasn't me.

I fell back asleep. Only to discover something unbelievable.

My head felt like it was hanging. My arms were heavy, yet I held something in my hands tightly. It was cold. Freezing. Slowly, my vision returned to me. Two crescent eyes were peering at me. Someone was watching me.

"YO SPIDER-MAN! NICE LOOK! BACK IN BLACK, EH?"

I swung my head backwards. (Backwards? Why the hell?) It was a pedestrian. (What?) I don't know how, but I acted autonomously. It felt like I was there, but not completely.

"I LIKE THE NEW SUIT SPIDEY!"

Another voice. Suddenly, it all comes to me.

"HOLY SH--."

I let go of what I realized was my web and plummet down towards the busy streets on Manhattan. "Think! Think! Think!" I didn't feel my web shooters on my wrists, but I noticed a white patch on my hand. "What am I supposed to do with this-" I braced myself for what was going to be my death and placed my arms in front of my face. My arms tightened waiting for the impact. Then-

THWAP!

An unbalanced force yanked me up and I attempted to grab what ever it was to keep myself in the air only to find myself close enough to latch on to a building. Choosing the best choice, I landed onto side of a skyscraper.

My reflection showed me the same crescent eyes I saw earlier. That was me. My costume was black and white. It was invigorating me. I felt power. But how'd this happen? Never mind. This was something new and I had to tell my best friend. 

I was in Hell's Kitchen. Home to many crime lords, criminals, The Hand, Kingpin, and Daredevil. It was probably one of the lowest parts of New York. Matt sometimes needed some help protecting the city as Daredevil so Natalia, my best friend, would drop by as Silk. Her and I have the same powers. We both spin webs, crawl on walls, have the proportionate strength and speed of a spider, along with Spider-Sense (Or Silk Sense in her case).The only difference is the way we shoot our webs. I have web shooters, she has finger tips.  Well, I used to have web shooters. Apparently, I can spin webs from the top of my hands where my white patches are.

As I swung around, I heard gunshots in the distance and a "IS THIS STUFF COMING OUT OF YOU?" "Yep, it's them," I laughed. Matt and Natalia were fighting a gang. Natalia had already tied two idiots to the walls and Matt just knocked out a huge guy with his batons. Luckily for me, it was dark outside and I hid in the shadows. I wanted to a get a piece of the action. Matt suddenly yelled, "Silk, behind you!" Before Nat could react, a man caught her in a head lock and held a gun to her head. More men walked into the alley holding guns. It was my chance to act. I attached webs to individuals and flung them toward the walls knocking them unconscious.