Hello! Oh, yeah! Volume 2 of the Spider-Man Rebirth series is here, Spider-Man Rebirth: Lamentations. I've taken alot of time to try and flesh out this story more than the last volume which I will sadly admit was written pretty much as I went along lol. So if you enjoyed the last story, you'll love this one. As always, I ask that you review and give me feedback as it is always welcome. I'd like to thank you in advance for your tremendous support. I was originally going to wait until October 6th but I said, "Fuck it! People need to read this now!" so I uploaded it lol. With that being said, let us descend...

The frosty cold winds blew through downtown New York like an arctic hurricane, sending chills through the spines of everyone that had the misfortune of waiting for the bus. It was then understandable that while waiting, a woman would be attracted by the luxury of a heated car and a ride, even if it was offered by a complete and utter stranger. It would also be understandable if this woman also ignored the fact that the man was also accompanied by similarly dressed hitch hikers in his back seat. It would also be understandable if this woman didn't take the time to notice that they were going opposite the direction of her job and towards a darker and grungier part of town. But wasn't understandable was the fact that when beckoned, she exited the car and followed the men, vastly unaware of what they had prepared. She asked no questions. She simply followed.

It was only when the men began to grab at her that she realized the full extent of her misfortune. It was then that she realized the blatant mistake she had made. The men grabbed at her, tossing her leather coat to the ground, tearing at her clothes and attempting to strip her down. Her mouth covered, her arms and legs restrained, she could do nothing but take whatever punishment they had prepared. That was until she heard the impact of something hitting the men and her legs and mouth being freed. A red and blue figure stood ion between her and her assailants. As she realized who it was, she gasped softly.

"Spider-Man." she whispered. The figure turned to her, the foggy silver glass lenses that represented his eyes on his mask causing her to stare into them longingly.

"That's what they call me." was his simple response. The men frowned and angrily and spat as they assumed a fighting stance.

"Damn, it's the Spider-freak!" one man yelled.

"Or that." Spider-Man said to the woman. "Mind if I handle this real quick?" he said. Before she could even nod her compliance, Spider-Man had turned from her and began to walk forward. "You guys are pretty sick, y'know? This close to the holidays and you're acting like a bunch of asses. I guess you're going to be on Santa's naughty list." Spider-Man said as he shook his finger at the criminals. The men growled and began to run towards Spidey after they had grabbed pipes or whatever they could to assist in combatting him.

As the first man that came forward swung his pipe, Spidey ducked under the swing and led his fist into the man's ribs, sending him flying towards his partners who continued to push forward. The dropping man crashed on top of two other men, stopping all three of them for the moment. He then jumped into the air as the two remaining men came at him at the same time. Spidey lifted the first man over his head and tossed him against the wall and grabbed the second man's fist, twisting slightly to break his wrist and then front kicking him in the chest, causing him to crash into his rising compadres like a bowling ball. He then turned to the woman, who's face was twisted in amazement. Even though she couldn't see it, the young man behind the mask was smiling. Spider-Man walked over to her.

"Are you hurt?" he asked. The woman shook her head and then looked at her phone.

"No...but shit, I will be if I don't get to work on time. Jameson will freaking end me!" she said.

"Oh, so you work at the Bugle, eh? You need a lift?" Spider-Man asked. The woman smiled.

"You'd do that?" she asked.

"You going to ask or are you going to see?" he asked as he reached out his hand and took her in his arms. He then leapt out of the alley, holding onto her tightly. He then leapt from building to building until finally, he leapt into the skyscrapers. He skillfully shot his web line with one hand and held on with the same hand. He made sure not to swing acrobatically but to instead take long, stroking swings. He had already had an incident when a woman threw up on his costume and it had taken him a few days to get the smell off. The deep drops were exciting her and she seemed to be enjoying the ride more than the last few people. They were closing in on the position of the Daily Bugle and looked over at the woman. "So, have you ever gone parachuting?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah. Why?" she asked. Spidey dropped, webbing a thin coating around her wrists and a thick layer in between.

"Because, this'll be a little bit like that." he replied as he dropped the woman. As she fell, a scream of shock left her mouth until suddenly the webbing expanded as it caught air underneath, opening up like a parachute. The woman sailed down to the ground, laughing cheerfully as the web parachute guided slowly to the ground. As she finally landed and looked up, she saw Spider-Man on top of a building, perhaps waiting to save her should his makeshift parachute fail. He then waved to her and disappeared behind the skyscrapers. The woman continued to stare up at the place where Spidey had been and then smiled.

"I've got to tell Jonah."

New Midtown High School, several minutes later

Peter swung through the air towards his newly rebuilt school, stripping off the lower half of his costume, briefly exposing his lithe yet muscular body. He then landed on a rooftop across the street from his school. After placing his costume into his book bag and changing into the clothes that he had neatly folded and prepared for school. Peter put one strap of his bag over his shoulder and leapt down into an alleyway. He then walked towards the front door.

The last three months of Peter's life had been vastly different from the last sixteen years of his entire life. He had grown accustomed to the new abilities his body had offered him. His relationship with Mary-Jane Watson had caused him to change his appearance, physically. His former mini afro had been cut into a fade and the top of his head was covered in waves. He had started to grow a little bit of stubble on his chin which he regularly kept trimmed.

His relationship caused him to care more about his appearance and how he looked as he feared that he would embarrass her. This along with his rising popularity/notoriety as Spider-Man caused him to have a major confidence boost. Still, his status as a nerd was still yet to be revoked when he could answer questions about molecular biology without a second's notice. But, he didn't care. Being as intelligent as he was really separated him from everyone else.

When Peter entered into his school, he headed straight towards his classroom, enjoying the sights. The old rusty red bricks that used to make up the interior walls of his school were replaced by high quality plaster wall that was colored beige with the occasional green and orange, the school colors of Midtown. The classrooms that were damaged were fully restored and enlarged even. In fact, the school looked more like a college than a high school. Peter was positive that the state wouldn't hand out this much money to rebuild the school given their SAT scores. He suspected someone else had a hand in this. Someone with enough money to spare to this poor, godforsaken school.

Peter walked around the halls, taking in the fresh new look of the school before finally, he recognized the sound of his biology teacher talking. When Peter entered the classroom late, he turned towards him and his face twisted into a scowl. "Mr. Parker." he said with contempt in his voice.

"Mr. Warren." Peter responded with a more enthusiastic voice. Mr. Warren shifted his glasses back towards his face and then picked up a clipboard and pen.

"So, Parker, you're late because?" he said as he proceeded to mark him down. Peter shrugged.

"I woke up a bit late and then when I was walking to school, this lady needed help after someone took her bag and then..." Peter said.

"That's enough, Parker. Take your seat next to Ms. Watson and hopefully you can catch up on today's lesson." Mr. Warren said. Peter sighed and walked towards where MJ was sitting and he smiled. Over the three months, Mary had cut her hair so that it now reached the base of her neck. There was a part that caused her left eye to be visible. The bang over her right eye was curled and that curl also contained her trademark bright red streak. Everything about her was so breathtakingly beautiful and perfect that Peter often had to pinch himself to ensure he wasn't fantasizing. Mary's finger tapped Peter's shoulder and he turned to her. Passing her notebook as stealthily as possible, Peter looked over the note she had written and smiled.

"Hey Baby =*" She wrote.

"Hey. Sorry I'm late. Had to save this lady from some baddies." Peter wrote back as he passed the notebook. He heard MJ write quickly and suddenly the notebook was back on his desk.

"Yea, I was wondering y u took so long. I really wanted to walk with you =(" she replied. Peter turned to MJ and saw that she had an adorable pouting face.

"I'm really sorry! Don't make that face. You know that makes me feel insurmountable guilt." Peter passed the book back to MJ. He heard her giggle slightly and then felt then the book slide slowly across his fingers.

"Oh, don't worry, Mr. Parker." She wrote. As Peter continued to read, his eyes widened and a smile began to cross his face. "You get to do some 'make-up work' after school ;) =*" Peter glanced over at MJ who was placing some extra cherry lipgloss, Peter's favorite flavor, on her lips before making a kissy face in her little mirror. Peter felt his heart throb slightly and he gulped.

"Gulp...what do you have in mind?" The book was passed back almost immediately.

"You'll see ;)" She wrote. Peter smiled and sat back in his chair, tapping his fingers as he eagerly awaited for the ending bell.

Daily Bugle, J. Jonah Jameson's Office

"Brant, if God, Jesus, Allah, Buddha or goddamn Xenu isn't the reason you're late, you're fired!" Jameson yelled as Betty Brant entered into his office. Betty sighed at the prospect of dealing with the editor of the Daily Bugle, but with the story she had, it needed to be done.

"Mr. Jameson, please listen. I'm sorry I'm late but it was for a very important reason." she said.

"Was it God, Jesus, Allah, Buddha, or Xenu?" he asked. Betty shook her head quickly.

"Well, no, but..."

"Then YOU'RE FIRED!" Jameson said as he pressed a button on his desk. "Hoffman, I need a new secretary pronto!" Betty sighed.

"Jameson, it's about Spider-Man!" Betty said. Jameson pressed the intercom button again.

"Hoffman, cancel that order." Jameson said. He then turned to Betty. "What's this about Spider-Man?" Betty sat down in front of his desk and rested her hands on her lap.

"Spider-Man. You're wrong about him. He rescued me today. You see, I was trapped in an alley by a couple of guys and he jumped down and beat them all in front of my face." Betty explained. Jameson stared at Betty, his eyes moving back and forth. Then he laughed. Betty frowned and sighed. "Mr. Jameson, I'm not joking around here."

"You can't be serious! You expect me to believe that Spider-Man, a mask wearing vigilante lunatic who was sighted fighting a giant lizard on the football field of Midtown High School, destroying the building and causing the state hundreds of thousands of dollars to rebuild the gym if that pretentious and pompous pretty boy Stark hadn't have decided to pay for it and refurbish the school himself...speaking of which, we should do a story on why Stark's taken such an interest in a school in Midtown. It's probably for publicity but it'll fill the front page slot..."

"Mr. Jameson." Jameson turned towards Betty and raised an eyebrow. Betty sighed. "Spider-Man. Not Tony Stark."

"Right, right. Anyway, you expect me to believe that Spider-Man saved you? He probably set it up to make himself look good." Jameson said.

"So, you want me to believe that he paid off some crooks to kidnap me and take me to an alleyway so he could knock them all out cold and then offer to take me to work and drop me off like a gentleman? That doesn't sound completely asinine to you?" Betty asked. Jameson stared at Betty.

"Did you say he dropped you?" Jameson said. Betty threw up her hands and sighed loudly.

"You're hopeless." she said as she walked out of his office.

"And you're almost fired!" Jameson yelled. Jameson lit a cigar and puffed a cloud of smoke. When the cloud disappeared, in front of him sat a man with slicked back chestnut brown hair and a five o'clock shadow with thick black rimmed glasses. Jameson sighed. It was Ben Urich. "Jesus Christ, what is it, Urich? Blind ninja vigilantes dressed in bright red, four astronauts exposed to 'cosmic rays', a squirrel themed heroine? What crazy shit do you have now?" Jameson groaned. Ben Urich laughed.

"Oh please, Jonah. It's nothing that stupid. It's about this 'Kingpin'." Urich replied. Jameson nodded and then sighed.

"Okay, what do you got?" Jameson asked as he blew a puff of smoke.

"I've got a lead into his 'activities'. He said a shipment is coming in tonight. God knows what's in it. Also..." Urich said as he began to pull out pictures upon pictures. "I've got a location on the drop zone. It's a warehouse near Gravesend Bay. If I can manage to get over there and film him at the scene then I'm sure we can pin that drug trafficking charge." Urich said. Jameson eyed the paper and then looked back at Urich.

"Urich...this is a long shot. Anyway, isn't this something that you think the police should be handling? Send it to them. This isn't something that should be featured in a publication unless it's a story on how the police caught him." Jameson said. Urich slapped the desk.

"That's the thing. I can't tell the police. All they'll do is promise to look into it and then later nothing happens. I think this Kingpin has paid off people in the police force possibly one of the higher ups. They've got to be above Stacy." Urich said.

"Stacy? Lieutenant George Stacy?" Jameson asked.

"Yes, he's the only reason I know what's going on. Every time he presents the case to his Captain, it gets shut down by him. He has to be the one that's being paid off. I need to get incriminating evidence against this guy before the crime rate jumps up another five percent." Urich said as he sat back in his seat. "Although, I have to admit, whoever this Spider-Man is, he certainly is causing the crime rate to go down. He's stopping it more through action then the actual fear that people are going get caught." Urich said. Jameson raised his hand.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. We had a group of 'heroes' in New York before doing the same thing that this guy's doing. And you know how that turned out." Jameson said. "Anyways, if that's what you want to do, Urich, that's on you. You get the story, you get to publish it, but if you get killed trying, that's on you." Jameson said. Urich smiled.

"You say that all the time, Jonah. I'm beginning to think that you hope I get killed covering the story." Urich said. Jameson shook his head.

"No, but I do hope that it's not me paying the damned issuance because God knows that's going to be crap ton of money."

New Midtown High School, Lunchtime 12:13 pm

Peter Parker was in heaven. Here he was sitting outside on the bleachers with Mary Jane, kissing her. And not just kissing her. He was tongue kissing. Her tongue was in his mouth, swirling around and wrestling his, pinning it down and then flicking it upwards. Occasionally, MJ took breaks in between each kiss that Peter didn't need since his lungs were stronger than a normal human. When she had caught her breath, she took the plunge again. If this was merely the preliminaries, Peter couldn't bare the thought of whatever she had planned for "make-up work".

As Peter leaned into the next kissing, tasting her juicy cherry flavored lips, his watch beeped loudly. With a groan, he pulled away and looked down at his watch and in his dismay realized that their twenty-five minute make out session was over. Again, MJ made her pouting face as Peter stood up to leave and pulled him down by his collar and kissed him again.

"MJ, come on. We have to go to class. We're not even supposed to be out here." Peter said as he kissed her back briefly and attempted to pull away.

"But I hate trig." she said in a whiny baby voice and then kissed Peter's ear. "I'd rather be in anatomy." she said with a seductive voice. Peter's heart pounded and he took another gulp and then shook his head as various dirty images began to fester inside his mind.

"No, no. To class we go." Peter said as he took MJ's hand. MJ sighed playfully and laid her head on Peter's shoulder.

"You're no fun." she said.

"Except when I do that tongue trick?"

"Yes. Except then." MJ said with a smile. The two teenage lovebirds walked down the hill behind the bleachers and cut into the school through gym and merged into the hallway crowd. Peter and MJ were connected at the hands the entire time, even though their classes were at opposite ends of the hallway. After stopping in front of Mary's trigonometry class, Peter smiled at her. She looked back up and smiled too. "What're you thinking?" she asked.

"That I am the luckiest male on this planet to have an angel like you." he whispered. MJ blushed heavily and then wrapped her arms around Peter's neck and pulled him down and kissed him. This time, there were no flirtatious tongue games being played. There was only a passionate lip embrace. Peter took the time to feel it and let her energy flow into him. He felt nothing but her love. When she released the kiss, Peter sighed happily and looked down at her. The only words that exited her mouth were...

"I love you." This left Peter speechless. MJ didn't even stand by, but simply walked into her classroom as the door closed behind her. Peter stared at the wooden door in shock. Did she just say the "L" word first? To him? What was going on? Peter heard the bell ring and suddenly he was snapped back into reality. His class was on the fourth floor. He couldn't be late. Peter raced towards the stairwell, maintaining the average teenager speed until he was completely out of the sight of any staff. When he made it to the steps, he picked up his pace, bounding up the steps with ease. Suddenly, his head began to vibrate and he instantly knew what that meant.

As he turned the corner, he managed to glimpse the foot waiting for him. Peter jumped over it and then turned around. Much to his chagrin, the person standing in the hallway was his ever present nemesis, Flash Thompson. With him were a couple of his football buddies. Also, to his surprise, they were doing something he had never suspected. They were smoking. In the school no less. The star athlete was having a smoking session with his teammates. Peter recognized the smell immediately. He had taken down a twitchy man who tried to steal a person's hub caps that smelled exactly like this. It was marijuana.

"The fuck you looking at, Parker? Get your ass up to class." he said. Peter scoffed.

"Me go to class? I don't think you should be barking orders when I could easily report you to the principal for smoking in the school. Expulsion and getting arrested, Flash. You think you'll have any chance of a scholarship especially considering your grades?" Peter retorted. There was no need to fear Flash since he could easily break both of his arms and legs or if he were ever to cross the line, kill him. He had no reason to care about what Flash was doing to his body anyway, but using the whole scholarship line gave him a sense of power. Maybe he was crossing the line.

"Tell the principal and get me arrested? Parker, don't get happy because you managed to beat me three months ago in a fight. That was a fluke and it'll never happen again. Now, I'll make you a guarantee. You tell anybody about what you saw and I will off your on switch. Get it?" Flash said. Peter couldn't help but chuckle a little bit.

"Okay, Flash. I think you're a little TOO high." Peter said as he continued to run up the steps towards his classroom. While he wasn't really concerned for Flash's well-being, he was concerned about what he saw. Drugs were becoming even more prevalent around New York nowadays which was strange considering that in the cold, most dealers preferred not to post on the corners. Peter had noticed more and more drug-related crimes occurring and he hadn't yet pinned the primary source. It was starting to concern him, especially now. If teens were getting to it, then no doubt others were. But whoever was doing the selling was getting their hands on some top of the line products and it didn't seem that anyone was even covering the rising drug epidemic. That meant that he was going to have to search for himself.

Peter entered into his English class and was surprised that he wasn't as late as he had previously thought. The teacher didn't seem to mind him showing up late and let him take his seat without discussion. The entire time the class was going on, however, Peter was barely even paying attention. When he wasn't thinking about where exactly he would search for the drug storage area, he was thinking about Mary Jane. The past three months of their relationship had been undoubtedly awesome. She made him so happy that Peter felt that he was beyond Cloud 9. He always knew that she could make his day better no matter what and she had proven how much of a capable nurse she was whenever he came home with bruises from his early mishaps. Peter almost felt like the relationship was like a fairy tale. It was like every fantasy he had ever dreamed of had come alive in this one girl.

Before Peter snapped out of his daydream, the bell rung. That fast. Class was over. When Peter looked up at the board, all he saw were literary terms and elements of style and Allen Ginsberg's name. The other students hustled out towards their classes and Peter began to rush as well until suddenly he realized who he shared that class with. He sighed as he made his way to the classroom. If Flash wasn't completely stoned, it would be miracle. As Peter made it towards his World History class and sat in his traditional front seat, he peered around for the muscle head, but he was nowhere to be found. Peter found himself shaking his head and then he stopped. What did he care? Flash wanted to ruin his life, he had the right to.

Still, there was nothing worse than witnessing that happen and not caring. As Peter attempted to fight off his perceived emotions, his teacher began to teach and this time, Peter desperately fought against his daydreams. But again, he failed. World History went by like a blur and Peter found himself dazed and confused. Normally, the only thing that ever crossed his mind was school and food. Now, he was having emotional issues and thinking about Mary Jane and then thinking about her saying "I love you". Where did that even come from? Did she truly mean what she had said? And if she did, what did that mean for their relationship? What did it mean for him? Did he have to say it back? Did he love her as well?

School ended a little earlier than normal with the gym still being under construction, sending everyone home forty-five minutes early. Peter met up with Mary Jane at the bottom of the stairwell and smiled as he saw her walking over to him. The very sight of her gave Peter goosebumps and he awaited her lips to contact his, which happened as soon as she was within inches of him.

"So, how was class?" she asked him as she latched onto his arm as they walked towards the exit. Peter shrugged, considering he didn't even pay attention.

"It was good, I suppose. I saw Flash earlier in the hallway." Peter said. MJ looked up at him and rolled her eyes.

"What, did he ask to get his ass handed to him by you again?" she laughed. Peter's face remained serious.

"No. He was smoking." MJ frowned.

"In the hallway?"

"Well, the stairwell, but it's connected so technically, yes." Peter replied.

"Smoking what? Like cigarettes or..."

"Weed." Peter said.

"In school?"

"Yes." Peter replied.

"Nobody smelled that?" She asked.

"No, it was on the third floor anyway. None of the administrators really patrol up there but still. I not exactly worried about Flash. It's more about this entire drug situation. Every time I'm out as Spider-Man, there seems to be a crackhead or a damn stoner causing trouble, trying to get money for whatever they're putting into themselves. The police aren't doing anything about it, either. They're just letting it happen." Peter said. MJ nodded her head.

"Well, that's what you're for, right? To do the things the cops won't?" she asked.

"If it's within the law." Peter replied.

"Sure, sure." she said jokingly as the two continued to walk. As they made it further down the street towards their neighborhood, MJ sighed. Peter looked down at her and smiled.

"What?" he asked. MJ pointed over to the streetlight beside the dumpster.

"That's where you asked me out." she said softly, kissing his cheek. "I still remember how I felt that day. It was so amazing." she then kissed Peter's cheek again. "I love you, Peter." she said, kissing his lips and wrapping her arms around his neck again, sheltering it from the cold and harsh winds and warming his neck. She said the words again. "I love you." Three words held so much power. Peter could barely feel himself anymore. He felt her. He felt her love. He felt that what she said was too. It was like it was pressuring him to say...

"I love you too, Mary." MJ looked up at him as if she was examining him for truth, seeing if what he said held absolution. Peter stared down at her and awaited her verdict, holding on to how to he felt. MJ's smiled widened and she kissed him again.

"Do you really?" she asked. Peter smiled back her.

"Yes...I do." he said as the two another kiss. MJ licked her lips and started to walk towards her house. She turned around on her heel and blew a kiss to Peter that he then caught and placed on his cheek. Mary Jane giggle and smiled.

"Don't forget. You still have 'make-up work', tiger." she said as she entered her house. Peter watched her walk away and then unlocked his door and entered into his own home. When he got in, he entered quietly which was unlike his usual call to see if anyone was home. Aunt Mae laid on the table, apparently dozing off. Peter smiled and reached out to touch her, but before he did, he looked down and saw that there were multiple envelopes on the table. As he began to sort through them, he realized the entire stack was bills. Peter laid them on the table softly and shook his head.

He and Aunt Mae had been relying on Uncle Ben's retirement and military benefits since before his death but it appeared that the money was beginning to run low. Peter had wrestled with the idea of getting a job multiple times but now seemed to be the best. He couldn't let his aunt suffer through this alone while he simply lived his life. He had to be responsible enough to take care of his home. And that was exactly what he was going to do. He would have to start job searching tomorrow. Peter tapped his aunt softly, prodding her from her sleep and she looked around dazed.

"Oh, Ben, give me a few more minutes." she said softly. Peter smiled and continued to tap his aunt which fully roused her from her sleep. Aunt Mae looked up and smiled. "Oh, Peter...I must've been dreaming about your uncle." she said as she shook her head. She then looked at the bills and then back at Peter. "Lord have mercy...I guess you took a look at these bills I'm being sent. Simply too much. We don't even use that much electricity or water." she said with a tired sigh. She then looked up at Peter. "I'm sorry, sweetie. How was school today?" she asked. Peter smiled.

"It was good, Aunt Mae." Peter said as he helped her stand up. "You look tired." he said. Aunt Mae nodded as she began to walk towards the staircase.

"Well, that's what stress will do to you. I just need a nice hot bubble bath." Aunt Mae said. Peter laughed.

"TMI." he said.

"TMI? Boy, shut up." Aunt Mae replied as Peter laughed and helped her up the stairs and to her room.

Gravesend Bay, Old Warehouse, 12:43 am

"The stupid fuck's late." a heavily annoyed voice said as it puffed a cigarette.

"You should've gotten used to that shit by now, Danny boy. The bastard's always late with the drops. He likes taking the scenic route." another voice replied. The first voice scoffed.

"My foot's gonna be taking the scenic route up his boney ass if the clock hits twelve forty-five before he arrives." the man known simply as Fancy Dan replied.

"No need for that. The cargo ship is here." the second voice said.

"Well get the figli di puttana stupida over here so they can get this shit out of the damn ship." he said. "The last thing we want is for Kingpin to want our asses on a fucking plate." he said as a large group of men walked over to the ship and began to take stuff off. Suddenly, Fancy Dan heard the sound of a man grunting and it wasn't from the sound of lifting the cargo. Somebody just got dropped. The sound came again, this time with men screaming as they were attacked. Fancy Dan looked over at his partner. "Montana, the hell was that?" Fancy Dan asked.

"Fuck if I know." Montana replied.

"Tell Ox to bring his big ass over here. I think we got ourselves a problem." he said as he walked towards the sounds of the continued grunting and hits. As they made their way towards the sound, Fancy Dan saw a dark figure leap over their heads and land into the light. From the shape, Dan could clearly it was a woman. The tight black skin tight leather bodysuit that she wore fit her curves tightly and her platinum blonde hair dropped in the middle of her back. Without even turning around, she walked forward towards the ship. "Wait a minute...the hell is she doing?" he asked. The woman pressed her foot against the bow of the ship and then kicked it forward with so much force that the ship's metal frame whined as it left the dock without any passengers. Fancy Dan growled. "Montana..."

"Right, I know. The bitch dies." he said as he unclipped the lasso from his belt and swung it around and tossed it towards the woman who didn't even move as the rope came towards her. Instead of grabbing her perfectly like it usually would for anyone else, the rope simply fell when it was within six inches off her.

"What the fuck? Montana, is your aim off or something?" Fancy Dan asked. Montana frowned.

"No...it never is." he said. Fancy Dan smiled.

"Fine then. I haven't had to beat a bitch down in a while. C'mon, Ox." Fancy Dan said as he ran towards the woman and swung a powerful roundhouse kick. The kick barely even got close to her before he tripped and slid down towards the water. Fancy Dan grabbed onto the edge and pulled himself up. Ox came close behind and swung at the woman before he lost his balance as well and fell into the water. The woman smiled.

"Sorry, boys. Looks like you've got pretty bad luck. That's to be expected. After all, a black cat did just cross your path." she said as leapt elegantly away into the night. Fancy Dan groaned as he dusted his suit off and straightened his tie. Montana walked over to him and sighed.

"Who the hell was that?" he asked. Fancy Dan shook his head.

"I don't know...but Kingpin ain't gonna be happy about this shit."