The Spider's Web

Part 3

(Y/N) tossed and turned in his bed, his body was quaking as his body changed right down at the genetic level. He tossed once more and fell off his bed, clinging to his blanket as a life line. And his dreams were no better as they were filled with multiple black, beady eyes looking at him from every direction. Spider bites had covered him in his dream, and he screamed, and screamed.

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"What I am saying is that the deterioration effects we witnessed in the first Parker sample have, In layman's terms, reversed themselves." A man In a lab coat explained. His goggles glinted in the low light of the room as a large screen showed another one of Peter's blood samples. This blood sample wasn't taken with Parker's consent. "Meaning?" Osborn quirked an eyebrow. "Meaning the boy is a healthy specimen, If not healthier. His metabolism is comparable to that of an Olympic level athlete, or a long distance runner." The scientist explained. "But what will happen as his condition progresses?" Justin asked. "Oh-- and his condition has stabilized. His blood count returned to normal." the scientist clarified. Norman had his elbows propped up, his hands intertwined with the other as his hands sat in-front of his mouth. "Stabilized." He uttered. The first successful human test trial. So close... yet so very, very far away. "I would like to spend more time with the subject, Mr. Osborn. I have a series of tests that--" "Thank you, Octavius. That will be all." Norman interjected.

Octavius curtly nodded and left. "Should I call Shaw back in to finish the job?" Justin asked. "No." Osborn curtly replied. "No?" Justin said quirking an eyebrow. "No. His caretakers-- the school. Too many people to put two and two together. An autopsy to deal with. There's a trail. It's not a smart move now." Norman said. "You want to bring him in for more tests?" Justin asked confused. "That is admission that there's something to test. No. We need to repeat the accident." Norman coldly declared. "Repeat the-- on a human?" Justin said concerned. "Match the situation. Specimen. Control the environment." Justin was now getting more worried about his employer. But one question kept jarring itself in his mind. Who will be the test subject? Norman reached over to his computer and pressed a button. "Pull up my file, please." That's where it hit him. They already have a test subject; and a willing one.

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(Y/N) groaned as he slowly cracked open his eyes, the sunlight was barely filtering through his blinds. As he got up, the first thing he felt was the urge to vomit. He barely held it in as he raced to the bathroom sink and expelled the substance. (Y/N) slowly looked up at the mirror and he didn't look well. His face was pale as milk, his forehead was beaded with sweat, and his body was sore all over. He shakily raised his hands and clenched them a few times before slowly making his way downstairs and to the phone, where he dialed the hospital phone number. He asked for his mother and he was put on hold for a few moments before his mother picked up. "Hello?" She said. "Hey, mom." (Y/N) said weakly. "(Y/N)? Honey, you okay? You sound ill." Moira said worriedly. "I am ill. First thing I did this morning was vomit." (Y/N) Replied. "Right. Okay, I'll call May or Mary, see If they can check up on you." Moira said before saying goodbye and hanged up. (Y/N) put the phone back onto the receiver and grabbed some bread and put it into a toaster. Then he grabbed a bucket from outside and sat in the lounge room.

He turned on the TV and watched that, mostly dry heaving into the bucket, with occasional expulsion of bile. When he heard a knock on the door, he slowly put the bucket down and stumbled to the door, swinging it open. He was expect Peter's aunt or Mary Jane's mother, but instead, he got Mary Jane herself. "Hey, (Y/N), are you..." She trailed off as her eyesight went downward. (Y/N) stared at her for a moment before realizing he didn't put on a shirt. He closed the door partially to cover his semi-nude body  and peaked his head around it. "Hey, Red." He squeaked. "H-hey... You... really don't look well."  She said. "Yeah, because I'm not. I've been vomiting practically constantly since I woke up." (Y/N) said. "Oh, yeah, that sounds bad." Then came an awkward beat that was cleared away by Mary Jane clearing her throat. "Right, so, I'm gonna go back to my place, since mom told me to check on you and, uh... yeah." After that she awkwardly left, glancing back at him when she walked down the sidewalk. (Y/N) closed the door and put his hand against his face. "Stupid... stupid, fricking moron." He hissed.