To Love a Spider

Chapter 10

Elizabeth was wide awake the entire time that the Green-man hooked her up to the machines. She couldn't move though, her body was paralyzed. In some aspects, this was a good thing. She couldn't feel the pain as the Green-man inserted needle after needle into Elizabeth's body.

But it was also torture. She could only sit back and watch as he destroyed her entire life. She would be different now. Not the good type of different where she was destined for great things, she had got the bad type of different where she was now a social outcast.

Elizabeth leaned back in the chair as the Green-man inserted the last needle. "My dear Elizabeth, you are now ready to begin the transformation."

"If I ever get out of here, I'm going to make this guy hurt so bad." Elizabeth gritted her teeth and closed her eyes.

Soon Elizabeth was unconscious.

* * *

Peter's Point of View

She had been missing for two days.

Peter was about to go crazy. He had looked everywhere. Around her house, where they had gone on their dates, even around the park. She was nowhere to be found.

Right now, Peter was in his suit sitting on top of his apartment building. He was so stressed out. How could the one person he needed to save be impossible to find?

"Focus, Peter, focus," he told himself. The longer he took finding her, the longer she was in danger and could be killed. "What if she's already dead? No! Peter, shake out of it, she's not dead!"

He got up from his perch and looked around the city. The only place he hadn't looked was the one place he really wanted her to not be in.

The sewers.

Chances were that if she was in the sewers, she was already dead. It was nearly impossible to survive down there for a day, much less two.

He took a deep breath and decided that there wasn't any harm in looking. "Except the smell and the fact that it could ruin my suit," he thought.

He shot his web out to the building across from him and started swinging through the city. He knew that the main entrance to the sewers was a couple blocks away.

Once he got there he removed the lid and looked down. Thankfully there weren't many cars around so he could take a moment to ready himself. "Here goes nothing." He jumped down into the darkness.

It was so dark that Peter could barely see a couple feet in front of him. He started to walk forward, making sure to stay on the path and not wander into the murky water.

He continued on for about thirty minutes before realizing that he needed to speed things up. The sewer system was huge, it would take several days to walk through all of it.

He had hours.

Peter started to run. He ran faster than he had ever run in his life. He had no idea where to go at crossroads, but trusted his instincts at each one. It was almost as if his spidey senses knew where they were going. Peter felt a small glimmer of hope. He could find her.

After the fifth crossroad her saw light further down the tunnel. He jumped up onto the ceiling and started to crawl toward the light. Upon closer examination it looked like a makeshift lab.

There were machines against the walls and tables with syringes and medical materials on it. At the end of one wall there was a door that probably led to another room. And on the hospital bed in the middle of it all was...

Elizabeth.

She was hooked up to machines with tubes jutting out from her arms and a weird wire thing on her head that Peter had no name for. All together, it was a very scary image. But she looked alive.

And that was all that mattered to Peter.

There was no one else in the area so Peter dropped from the ceiling and ran to her side. It was pretty obvious that Elizabeth was unconscious and wasn't going to wake up for a while. He knew that he needed to be quick, whoever did this to her could be coming back at any moment.

At the thought of someone doing this to her, Peter grew mad, really mad. White-hot anger flared up inside of him and made him want to hurt that person so bad that he would never think to come close to Elizabeth, or any other person, again.

One by one, Peter pulled the IVs out of Elizabeth's body and threw them to the floor, wincing each time. It looked like it had hurt, like really hurt. When Peter got to Elizabeth's left arm, where her shirt sleeve had been rolled up, he gasped. Her whole arm was bruised and on the inside of her fore arm was a gash that was at least eight inches long. Peter now seethed with anger. He wasn't going to hurt the person when he caught him, he was now going to kill him.

Peter had never wanted to inflict pain on others before, it was always just part of the job. But now, he wanted to make the person responsible for this suffer.

He wanted this person to burn.

And he was going to watch as they went up in flames.

He quickly pulled out the rest of the tubes on her left arm and went to the right side. On her right forearm was a similar slit. Gritting his teeth together, Peter got rid of the last IV and picked Elizabeth up in his arms. As weird as this sounds, Peter was sure that she was lighter than the first time he had carried her after she had been attacked the first time.

Peter ran quickly down the passage the way he came before. He used Karen to get directions to the fastest way to the surface. he could tell that Elizabeth didn't have much time left if she didn't get to a hospital in time.

Peter wasn't going to take Elizabeth to a hospital and risk all of the questions they were going to ask.

Instead, he was going to take her to Tony Stark.