The Spider's Web

Part 1

"You a fan of Greek mythology, Justin?" Said a man in a suit, his hair was receding and had a very prominent widow's peak. "Not really, sir." Justin replied. They both stood in front of a machine, Norman was performing an experiment. Mainly, the fifty-sixth experiment at this point. This time with an arachnid, designated as Arachnid no. 00. "Ever heard of the myth of Arachne?" He questioned further. "Can't say I have, Mr. Osborn." His boss then picked the spider up, wearing a thick rubber glove that went to his elbow. "The story goes that Athena-- you know Athena, right? Seems she heard there was a woman on Earth-- a mere mortal, like you and me-- who happened to be a better seamstress than she was." His employee asked what a seamstress was. Justin's superior ignored him and kept talking. "Athena wasn't too happy to hear about this and she came down to earth and destroyed the woman's creations."

Justin muttered that very much sounded like something a woman would do. "When the mortal girl saw what had happened-- that she insulted the gods and that her life's work had been destroyed-- she hanged herself." The man's finger touched the spiders head. "Athena took pity on the girl and touched the girls forehead with a magic liquid and said, You shall not die Arachne. Instead you shall be transformed and weave your web forever. At Athena's words her body shrank and blackened. First her nose and ears fell off, and then her fingers turned to legs-- what was left of her became her body, out of which she spins and was left to spin her web." Norman was so absorbed with the spider and his little mythology lesson, he didn't notice the scientist pestering him. "Mr. Osborn." he twisted his head around, the spider still on his gloved hand. "Mr. Osborn. Your lawyer is on the cellphone. Says it's important." She said. "Important to whom?" Osborn chided. He snatches the phone out of the woman's hand and almost immediately starts arguing with him.

His conversation; irrelevant. Though, in his absent mindedness, he carelessly hands the spider to his assistant, Justin. Norman started walking away, leaving a very petrified man and spider behind. Justin panic's and carelessly throws the spider into it's glass container. It scratched at the glass, almost as if it was trying to communicate that it'll get payback.. Justin didn't stick around to find out, and ran to catch up with his employer. In his fear and panic, he forgot to place the lid back into it's proper place, leaving it to crawl out. It's eight eyes flicked across the walls and floor before leaping onto the back of a scientist, then makes another leap onto the wall, before scuttling into an air vent.

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Two boys sat at a lunch table, one had brown hair and eyes, with a pair of circular eyeglasses resting on the bridge of his nose, read through a large book. The other, dressed a dark grey hoodie and jeans, was quietly doing the same thing, albeit, minus the glasses and was quietly munching on a taco. "Sodium carbonide..." The brown haired boy mused. "That is such an odd choice. I wonder if--" "It'll work?" The boy with the hoodie said. "In theory, yes. It's a bold compound, though, so there's no guaran--" Just then, someone decided it would be funny to throw ketchup-covered french fries at the two sitting there. The boy with glasses yelped with surprise. His friend, however, just glanced to his right.

"Give it to me two times! Ha Ha!" the boys heard and saw their annoyance. Flash Thompson, with his two-dollar haircut in all its glory, high fiving a rotund teen with arms the size of their torso. His name was Kong. The boys glared at their bullies, before their eyes wandered and landed on a girl. Their gazes were locked on her. The way her crimson hair subtly shimmered in the light, how her emerald-green eyes took in her surroundings. And how her gaze landed on the both of them. The boy with the glasses dumbly grinned, the one with the hoodie smirked slightly and waved. His smile quickly went away as a volley of cafeteria french fries pelted against his face. "That's a five pointer!" Flash exclaimed. "Nuh-uh! I'd give it a four." Kong critiqued. The redhead looked on, her blonde friend, Liz Allan, asked her something, yet she gave a half-hearted response, saying she had to study.