Spider Experiments

Chapter 1- Rules and Vows

Peter lived by a set of rules. Five to be exact.   

1) Never harm a being superior to you,
2) Never go against direct orders,
3) Never speak unless prompted to,
4) Never attempt escape,
And last but certainly not least,
5) Don't give away your existence and residence in Oscorp.

Those were the five constants in Peter's life that he could rely on. They never changed. While he never left his tiny room, if it could even be called that, it constantly experienced change. Whether it was his meals being placed in various locations or the construction of webs constantly happening or whatever they decided to give him to keep his mind stimulated.

Bound to the center of the floor with a chain like a dog would be to a tree, he didn't even have free-roam of his new forever home. There were corners he had never set foot in, in the two years he had been held captive; parts of the ceiling he had never explored. Ever since he was bitten by that spider while at Oscorp, he had acquired powers that, in any other situation, would've been awesome. But not even two days after getting bit, several hours into the burning sickness and throbbing pain, he had been abducted; taken in the night without so much of a trace. And by the very company that caused it. As frightened as he had been that night, nothing could've prepared him for what was to come.

Endless tests. Tests for his strength, his healing, his speed. Tests for everything Oscorp could think of. He never learned what results they got, but nonetheless the experiments were unpleasant, often painful. Turns out he was the only successful hybrid that came from Oscorp. And they weren't about to let him go. A mutant, they called him. They wanted to know what made him tick; what made him so different. They must not have ever figured it out, because they kept poking and prodding at him even to the present. Or maybe they did, but some sick, twisted part of their mind relished in his pain. But it didn't end there. Occasionally, he'd been brought to a different laboratory somewhere in the Oscorp building and he'd be injected with more spider venom. It's only happened three times, but it was always just enough to trigger a few more changes in him.

First it was venom and organic webs, and then it was more spider-like instincts and communication. He reckoned he might've still been able to speak English, but he had gone mute long ago. The lack of necessity for speech leading to the loss of it. So now, his only sources of entertainment and communication were the little spiders they had placed in his room when he requested them. He would talk to them through quiet, almost silent clicks, purrs, and hisses. They were his only companions in the cold, unforgiving walls of his room.

The last thing they changed about him, was the amount of limbs he had. He had his normal four— two arms and two legs— but as of his latest change, he now had four more. However, they were quite different. They sprouted out of his back and were actual spider limbs. Long, thin, six-jointed legs that were about four feet long each. He hated them. They made him feel like a freak. Not even the Hulk has mutations this weird. So he figured out how to fold them up against his back in a way where they wrapped around his sides a little. The less he could see them, the better he felt. Turns out the scientists had slightly modified the venom to bring more potent changes for the third round. He also rarely left his cocoon of a web. That's right, he spent his days in a web. He had erected it not long after he could make his own silk strands. It was large and was connected to the wall and the floor, making a slant. He never left it unless he needed to relieve himself at the small toilet in the room or unless they provided food, which was hardly enough to sustain him. He hated his life. But he gave up trying to escape long ago. He had lost his spirit and confidence. He was a shell of his former self; more wild in the sense that he didn't really consider himself human anymore. Why would he, when he was obviously destined to become more spider than human?

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The day had started out like any normal day. Peter woke up crouched in his web and was having a quiet conversation with a wolf spider. His stomach growled a little in hunger, but he ignored it. Food would not come that night. It was around noon when the door let out a slight hiss, indicating it was open. Peter leaped up and held a threatening stance, spider legs out wide to make him appear bigger. His spider sense wasn't going off, strangely enough. Not like it normally did. But he didn't allow himself to relax. In walked two complete strangers. He had never seen them before. One was a young blond-haired female with dark eyes and the other was an older— but not old, probably around 30 years old– man with pale skin, dirty blonde hair, and an oddly old look in his eyes, like he had seen and experienced more than most. Peter regarded them coolly. Upon really looking at the man, he seemed familiar, but Peter's confused brain couldn't place a name to the face. The man looked surprised to see him, but not the girl, which to Peter, was odd. He had never seen her before. Neither moved for a while. Both just watched him to see what he would do. He cocked his head slightly to the side. How interesting. They weren't frightened of him, but they also didn't appear threatening. The girl came forward a little, to which Peter hissed harshly and backed up, feeling cornered. She flinched, but stopped.