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Chapter 13: Black Morning

The next morning Peter awoke with horrible nightmares on top of his bed, he had a cold sweat. Then realization struck Peter Gwen was dead, tears drained from his eyes dropping onto the pillow. He didn't even want to get up that day.

Aunt May walked into the room and sat on the end of the bed, "Peter…I can understand why you wouldn't want to go to school you shouldn't have to go for a while, it is a heartache."

Peter didn't talk as more tears poured out from his eyes, Aunt May patted his leg, "I know Peter, I'm sorry I have to go to work but I do."

She left the room looking sad but not expressing it thoroughly. Her steps trailed off down the stairs leaving Peter behind. Peter lay in bed crying for a while until he knew what he had to do. He did a horrible thing to Dr. Connors and he was hospitalized. Peter got up from the bed and the black suit morphed onto him. He snuck out the window and started to swing towards the hospital. The thoughts of last night still lingering in his mind each web shot gave him another second to think about his actions, and Gwen.

It helped him cope but it wouldn't heal the wound for Peter. As Peter swung in he landed near the hospital emergency entrance morphing into his regular clothes and walking in through the front door. He walked over to the front desk, "H-hi, I-I'm here to see Curtis Connors, my name's Peter Parker a student of his."

"Yes of course," said the Nurse, "Let a Peter Parker through."

The doors to the Emergency room opened and Peter walked through the door. He saw Dr. Connors was bandaged all over his body especially on certain parts of his face, his mouth was open and his eyes were visible. He had many bruises and cuts in the visible parts of his body; they were minor of course though. Peter noticed one different thing about him he had two arms. Peter saw this and said, "Hey Doctor Connors, I wanted to drop by for a visit."

"You should be at school Peter," said Dr. Connors weakly, "I'm sure Stromm has a lot to teach you."

He then proceeded to cough a bit. Peter looked down at him, "I couldn't bare to go to school, because of what happened last night."

"I suppose Parker," said Curt, "But how did you know I was hurt?"

Peter looked around to make sure no one was watching. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and turned his back to Dr. Connors lowering it. There were three large claw marks in it, Dr. Connors eyes became huge and the whites were clearly visible, "You're him, Spider-man!"

Peter put the shirt back on and crouched down by the bed, "I came to apologize, I was mad with rage because Gwen was dead…I blamed it on you I am sorry."

"It was my fault though Peter," said Dr. Connors, "I took the serum without any precautions, the death will always be on my head, I suppose that's the second reason why I will be taking a break from teaching aside from my unfortunate beating…"

"I am truly sorry Dr. Connors," said Peter.

"You earned my respect Peter, you cured me, call me Curt," said Dr. Connors with a smile.

"Well, Curt I don't know what has gotten into me lately but I have been easy to anger," said Peter.

"When did you get your black suit?" asked Dr. Connors.

"What are you implying?" asked Peter.

"I guess a better question would be how then," said Dr. Connors correcting himself.

"I found it on a rock from outer space," said Peter.

"I don't suppose it's an organic life form…" said Dr. Connors trailing off, "Is it?"

"It appears to be," Peter said.

"Well I would ask for a sample but I have no lab here to test it," said Dr. Connors, "I would suggest getting rid of it."

"But everything has been so much easier with it," argued Peter.

"If you believe so," finished Curt.

Then Peter looked at him, "I should take off."

He walked away from Curt's bed leaving him behind but Curt said after him, "Thanks for the visit."

Peter continued walking away from him and rushed out the exit. He then turned a corner and transformed into his black suit while doing so and swinging towards home. But Peter spotted something on top of a building. A man with a target on his forehead with a trench coat, jet-black spiked hair and five o' clock shadow as drawing a gun. He was well built and had a broad jaw. In the other hand he drew a knife, across from him stood a man dressed in red and black body armor and a mask. He was loaded to the teeth with every kind of weapon you could use and two swords.

Peter leaped down to the ledge of the building and stared. The man in red and black said, "Was it really that smart of an idea to paint a target on your head Bullseye? If you think about it you drew a target on your head! Get it? No?"

Bullseye yelled, "Shut up Deadpool!"

He threw the knife, which hit in between Deadpool's eyes then he crossed his eyes and said, "We want a pitcher not a belly itcher!"

"Are you ever quiet!" Bullseye screamed while he shot three bullets into Deadpool's heart.

Then Deadpool said, "If the knife goes between my eyes and I'm not killed do you think the bullets in my heart will?"

Peter looked at the fight deciding who was good and who was bad. Deadpool kept standing there after Bullseye loaded all his ammo into him, "You quite done yet Bullshit?"

Bullseye had no more knives or bullets to lodge into Deadpool and then Deadpool laughed, "My turn!"

He threw his sword into Bullseye it landed in his forehead, "I told you, you drew a target on your head! Send that one to the fat bald baby in Fisk Towers."

He then spat into Bullseye's eye, finally noticing Spider-man, "I've always wanted to see a walking talking spider but this is ridiculous."

Peter stared blankly, "You are after Kingpin?"

Deadpool glanced, "I guess I can tell you, one crazy person to another."

Then Deadpool removed his mask his face was gnarled and scabbed up, still bleeding a bit he also had no hair. His eyes peered out of the disfigured mess of a face he had. Peter covered his eyes and Deadpool said, "Yeah it's gruesome isn't it?"

Then he put on the mask, "Little Bill up there in Fisk Enterprises did it to me, he used me as an assassin and when he didn't need me anymore he attempted to kill me. A bomb got near my face and I became disfigured."

By now all of the bullets and the knife was pushed out of his body. Peter looked at him, "But how did you survive this?"

"Luckily a latent mutant power showed it's ugly ass and healed my worst problems, it never healed my face for some reason," said Deadpool, "So hideyho Spidey!"

Then Deadpool disappeared in a green flash. Peter leaped off the building and shot a web, "What a weird guy."

He suddenly was reminded of what he did to Connors after seeing the face and felt sad again. This soon reminded him that Gwen was no more; he would be living without her until he died.

A week later…

Peter had been going to school but he distanced himself from his friends, in fact alienating himself completely. He knew this wasn't a good way to heal the wounds but he wanted to think over what he had done, the mistakes he made and the fact that if he wasn't Spider-man he wouldn't have to deal with the inner turmoil.

He was laying in bed staring at the ceiling and he glanced over to the door as he heard it open Aunt May stood there dressed in black mourning clothes, "Peter…today is the funeral so you better get dressed."

Peter said, "I know."

He had said this coldly causing Aunt May to leave the room. He had never really wanted to hurt the feelings of those around him it was just that things would never be the same for him. When she left the room a veil of cold had drawn itself over Peter. The sudden freezing temperature in his body got him out of bed. The warmth returned but he didn't feel warm, he grabbed his clothes he had gotten for the funeral.

It was an old suit of Uncle Ben's this had only reminded him more of the mistakes he made. But he had put it on anyways, Peter walked out from his room accepting what had to be done. He knew that Gwen would be brave if the same happened when he arrived at the bottom of the stairs Aunt May was waiting for him. She led him out to the car in the driveway getting in the driver's seat. Peter arrived at the passenger's side but he instead looked at the sky, it was downcast gray clouds ominous clouds covered the sun blocking it out. But rays peeked in through the clouds, shining slightly on the car. But the clouds moved blocking out the rest of the sun.

When he sat down Aunt May said, "Looks like rain…"

Peter sighed, and didn't say anything. Aunt May started up the car preparing for the silent trip ahead of them. The car scooted along the road sputtering and coughing. But besides that the roads were actually moving quite fast. Aunt May was the only one who had ever said anything the whole trip over Peter had stayed silent throughout the entire venture on the road.

Aunt May occasionally would grab Peter's hand or give him reassuring words. Which were usually acknowledged in stillness. Until they had finally arrived at the funeral, he recognized George Stacey immediately he had a sullen look about he that was a vast difference from his old happy inviting demeanor. He saw May and Peter, Aunt May walked over to him and said, "I am so sorry about your daughter Mr. Stacey."

He still looked upset but he replied, "Well, we all have to go some time, but please call me George."

"Fine," Aunt May said, "I am so sorry about the whole thing, it is such a horrible way to die…"

"It is hard not being able to recognize your own daughter," said George.

Peter walked away from the conversation then he saw Harry, Liz, MJ, and Flint as well. He walked over to them and said very meekly, "Hey guys."

"Hey Peter," said Harry, "I'm sorry about the whole thing…"

"There's no need to be sorry it wasn't your fault," said Peter.

Then he noticed everyone was gathering around the coffin he approached standing near it as Mr. Stacey and Aunt May rejoined him. The two stared at the coffin Peter looked at it and noticed a small bloody stain on the side of the coffin. He gagged a bit but he couldn't listen to the sermon, what people were saying about Gwen, he was getting horrible images of her bloodied and broken body sitting in her room. The man he once respected killed her, and he beat him. He realized the choice he made…if it were reversed could have ended up with Gwen's life being spared. Nobody would be sad George Stacey wouldn't be on the verge of breaking down. He wouldn't be in a complete state of depression.

Peter gazed as it was lowered into the whole, the sermon had ended he hadn't heard a word because he was dwelling on the past. Tears started to well up within his eyes but he wiped them away. Gwen wasn't the only one who had been bloodied and broken he had finally decided. Neither he nor Mr. Stacey would ever be the same way again. Aunt May looked over to Peter, "Peter will you be going to the reception?"

"I'll stay here," he said bleakly, "Just for a little while May you go ahead…"

She was a bit taken aback that he didn't refer to her as his Aunt but she decided this was a huge change in Peter's life as was Uncle Ben dying in both of theirs. She left without another word.

Harry started walking over to Peter but Liz stopped him, "He needs to be alone."

She had Harry come with her as she took off towards the reception. Peter sat there alone with his thoughts while George Stacey started helping with burying the coffin. Peter decided he had to do something to help so he picked up a shovel and helped George. Neither of them said a single word during the whole act. Both of them saw it as a way of honoring her, and being free of any pain.

Peter felt a whole lot better afterwards but he still felt pain deep within him. George Stacey left the scene he wasn't heading towards the reception however he had walked over to other graves. Peter decided to leave him alone and he walked towards the reception hall. He saw a dumpster and noticed some movement behind it. Immediately questions started to pop in his head like who is behind the dumpster? Why are they behind it?

When Peter arrived to the side of it and walked out to where the person could see him. What he saw had shaken the inner being of him. He thought he was going to go off the deep end, Flint was embracing Mary Jane and they were making out. Peter had realized something he had never realized before which had made him even worse inside. He loved Mary Jane, but what was even worse is they dishonored Gwen's funeral by making out after the funeral.

Flint and Mary Jane had turned, the expressions on their faces showed they didn't think anyone would know about it. Peter gained a rage within him much stronger than any he had experienced before. He grabbed Flint by the neck and started to choke him raising him above the dumpster against the wall, "You…both would do this…atrocity after Gwen's funeral!"

He punched Flint in the gut and Flint uttered some words, "MJ just go away don't tell anyone what's going on back here…I'll be fine."

She ran around the corner, and Peter glared into Flint's eyes, "You…I can't believe you!"

"Peter snap out of this!" said Flint, "You would never act like this normally!"

He punched into his gut again this time sand was around his hand which solidified and his hand was stuck within Flint's stomach, "Peter ever since you've gotten that suit you were making rash decisions becoming angry for no reason."

"Excuses!" Peter yelled into his face as he wrenched his fist out showering sand on himself.

Flint frowned, "I didn't really want to have to fight you to get rid of the suit but I guess I will have to…"

He turned into sand sliding out of his hand and reformed next to him. Peter could barely react as his spider sense blared and a sandy fist clocked him across the face. Peter fell to the ground but flipped up as the black suit formed onto his body. Flint turned into a sand storm making Peter fly into the air they arrived at the roof of a building. Peter yelled at him, "I was never right to trust you Flint!"

Flint replied calmly, "Snap out of it Peter we need to get that thing off of you!"

His whole body turned to sand and he started rapidly punching Peter but each punch was blocked with an open palm disintegrating the sand, or webbed dissipating the sand in each fist. But when Flint slowed down a bit Peter kicked him in the chest knocking him down to the roof and turning him into a small pile of sand, Flint started to reform into his sand form again, "See Peter, ever since that monster attached to you, you have become ruthless beating Dr. Connors into a pulp and almost killing him, attacking me without any real reason!"

Peter just screamed at him going into a rage kicking and punching the pile of sand that was trying to reform keeping him from returning. But the sand slithered away onto the roof edge and turning into Flint who looked at Peter "If this is how it's going to be Pete I'm not helping you anymore, in fact I'm against you, if I see you again I will stop you."

He turned into a sand cloud floating away in the wind, Peter dropped to his knees looking at the sand that was scattered around the roof he couldn't show his face at the reception…until he realized what he needed to do.

He shot a web at a building and started to swing. The loud horns from the streets below indicated he needed silence…a refuge so he could think everything that happened over. He saw a Church, he knew the quiet he needed was within the Church. He landed on the bell tower and crawled inside sitting down against a column holding up the roof of the bell tower, Peter thought things over he probably lost two of his friends by what he did, Flint and MJ.

But the more he thought about what he did the more he realized it wasn't something that Peter would do, this was more likely someone a creep like Dr. Octavius or Norman Osborne would do in the situation. He tried to think back…sound seemed to weaken the symbiote. He glanced at the bell and thought to himself.

He walked over to it and tapped it the slight high pitched ringing gave him a head ache but also seemed to weaken him. So then he gave it a push and waited until the bell rang and he fell onto his fours. He was feeling a migraine and his whole body ached, he could see the red and blue suit on his hand but the suit itself became angry he felt it. It was holding onto dear life trying to beat all the efforts out of Peter, just like the clouds blocking the sun taking away the efforts of it. Peter grabbed a weak point of the suit and started to rip at it, he screamed in pain and started throwing pieces aside. But they kept trying to come back, so he started to throw them off the bell tower assuming the fall would kill the pieces.

The agony of it was horrible but he had to persevere like the sun, but his light wouldn't be blacked out by the symbiote. Then with the last of his might his arm struggled and he pulled he felt relief. The largest piece was ripped off and tossed off the tower. He stood there in his red suit. His web shooters were strapped to his wrists again it felt like an evil that had been there all his life removed. The anger he felt the amplified pain was gone knowing the cause of his decent into darkness was gone made him finally cheerful.

He shot a web at the roof of the bell tower and slid down the thread landing on the floor beneath him. A Priest looked at him smiling, "Hello Spider-man have you found what you were looking for?"

"I did," said Peter.

"Ah, my name is Eric Brooks Mr. Parker," said the Priest, "You wouldn't believe who I see here…but I see the darkness that reigned upon you is gone."

"Darkness?" Peter was wondering how he knew.

"When you garbed yourself in black you seemed to change," said the Priest, "You are one of the only true heroes left around here I am afraid."

He noticed a necklace of garlic cloves but thought nothing of it, "Thank you sir…"

"No…thank you Peter," said the Priest turning back to the scripture and reading it, "Fighting evil is something left to the best of us…"

Peter didn't question the strange behavior of the Priest as he left the building. The Priest smiled as he left through the doors revealing his sharp pointed teeth.

Eddie Brock sat on a bench in Central Park he was very angry to the point of having destroyed some property, the employees at the bugle had found out some of Eddie's pictures were frauds. That he had made some of them so he was left without a job while Peter Parker got his. He was mad at the Daily Bugle, but in particular Peter Parker for stealing a job that should have been his.

A child walked by him and said, "What's wrong mister?"

Eddie said crudely, "Shut up you stupid brat!"

The kid started to cry and ran over to his mom. Eddie then heard a voice, 'You are angry at Parker too?'

"Who said that?" asked Eddie.

'No one said it Eddie it's your thoughts,' said the voice again, 'I am speaking through your thoughts.'

Eddie didn't respond he had thought he was going insane but the voice said, 'Do you want to make them pay?'

"More than anything," he muttered.

'Then we need to join together Eddie, our minds must merge, you will gain the power and you will know Parker's biggest secret,' said the voice.

"Fine!" said Eddie he was ready to do anything to hurt Parker.

But truly had he left the thoughts alone he would have eventually gotten over this whole thing, but the symbiote's intervention would leave him much eviler than before…

The black substance attached to his arm and started to overtake him. Eddie laughed cruelly as it kept covering him he was gaining power he never had before…