[This story is an OC X canon idea. The only thing I own are the characters I made Spider-Man and his animated series (Spectacular and Ultimate Spider-Man), and Ubisoft and Marvel/Disney own all characters used or inspired in this series.]
Talking aloud/narrating
Internal thoughts/dialogue
Chapter 1: An Apple Today Didn't Keep This Demon Away
New York City, the Big Apple, is home to many things: skyscrapers sixty stories tall, The Statue of Liberty standing as a monument of New York Pride, and a large and lively population of New Yorkers surrounding the concrete streets. Different cultures thrived throughout Manhattan, down to Harlem or Hell's Kitchen. But the most exciting aspect of New York is the
heroes of many "occupations" that call this place home and wish to protect it. Some include big names such as the Mighty Avengers, the Fantastic Four, and the mystical Sorcerer Supreme Dr. Steven Strange. But then some stick to the streets and look to protect the little guy when the big leagues can't get the chance to.
Heroes like Hell's Kitchens daredevil or everybody's favorite red and blue quipping arachnid neighborhood hero Spider-Man AKA Peter Parker, who recently dismantled Tombstone's crime syndicate which has created a power vacuum for some newcomers to enter the ring, also Spider-Man had recently defeated his one of his greatest enemies, the green goblin AKA Norman Osborn father of Peter's best friend Norman Osborn, who tragically "died" in the chaotic battle between the two nemeses, which has caused a few problems for both Spider-Man and Peter Parker with most of the people of New York not being able to get behind supporting the web-head because of the significant damage done by his battle with the goblin causing many to lose homes, and most grimly the death of family members or friends.
For Peter Parker, the effects of Norman's death had created some controversy in his social life from losing his girlfriend, Liz Alan, via a breakup that had left the two on a sour note. Still, the most significant change created by the "death" of Norman Osborn was the relationship between Peter, Gwen, and Harry breaking like shattered glass, which happened because Peter and Gwen grew closer and closer together as Harry secluded himself away from Gwen. With his father's death and having control of his company being in a bit of a complicated state, Peter and his mom have left Harry with tremendous stress. He hasn't been at school for at least a couple of weeks.
But that's a story for later as we focus on a large, secluded wear house near the docks with gangsters wearing black and white suits and demon masks colored the same as the suits they're wearing, but the design of them is inspired by Chinese mythology. The gangsters are seen talking to another group of gangsters, but they're dressed in more cool colored suits ranging from dark purple to bright navy blue. The gangsters are viewed through bright blue lenses, highlighting the room with a hollow grey. The gangsters themselves are highlighted in red.
Both groups of criminals are seen sitting at a large wooden table having a dispute concerning territory, trading of weapons, and more. The figure seeing this altercation is on the roof windows on the left and right sides. The figure taps a button on the right ear of their mask, and audio can be heard. The figure hears one of the purple-suited criminals speaking listening to him say, "Alright, look, I understand that we've had some... problems with each other as of late. But our boss wants not to be in a situation where we get into easily avoidable trouble. All you have to do is accept the terms of our proposed agreement. We give you the weapons, money, and resources that you fellas need from us and vice versa, and you can stay in your parts of New York away from my employer's territory, meddling with his business. Everyone wins here." The tall man in the blue suit says.
The Demon-masked thug now negotiator didn't trust how this deal would work for them in the long run. A peace treaty is being handed to the demons now. This deal felt to good to be true after months of fighting with pools of blood spilled from both sides, the multitudes of betrayals, and the constant dirty tactics KingPin has used against them. Not to mention since that thing attacked the last stronghold they had these dishonorable brutes kicked them while they were devastatingly wounded.
Now they want peace?! Acting as if all of their previous transgressions can be forgiven? These pawns of the KingPin must think the Demons are morons, but the Demons aren't morons; if they say yes to these terms, the snakes in front of them could find a way to create a loophole in this agreement to steal their territories and equipment to make their employer the true King of New York's criminal underworld. "And how do we know you and your employer, Mr. Fisk, won't find a way to betray us as he has done multiple occasions beforehand?" Says the lead demon negotiator. As he folds his arms with disbelief and caution, he sits straighter and tries to make himself look taller against his rival negotiator.
After the head demon says his peace, the rest of the group that represents Fisk gets aggressive, getting close behind their negotiating representative. The demons do the same thing, raising the tension between both parties and distracting them as the figure overseeing this whole thing gives him a chance to infiltrate the wearhouse stealthily with zero troubles. As he officially enters the wear-house, his vision shifts to stealth mode, highlighting the entire room, showing the figure the power generator giving the wear-house its dim and scarce lighting. The mysterious figure quickly and stealthily moves to find the generator relatively easily. He taps a button on his right pocket, opening it to reveal an EMP grenade thrown promptly onto the generator.
Now that the EMP is placed, our hidden figure is perched on the top wall of the inside of the wear-house with no one being able to notice him thanks to the figure being invisible, and is now able to hear the two groups much more clearly than the roof the figure was previously watching and listening from. "Oh this is gonna be fun." The figure thought to himself quietly, chuckling to himself. Each member of both gangs has calmed down, with both of their leaders being able to renegotiate with one another; Mr. Fisk's representative collects himself from the almost problematic and bloody altercation that could've happened between the two gangs.
"Sorry for that; my boys aren't comfortable mentioning our employer's name like that. They're a bit paranoid about people listening in on our conversation. Even though I told them no one knows about this place, they can be a bit… anxious about that, mainly since the boogeyman killings have been occurring in the last few months. But I can understand that my proposal to you and by extension your colleagues was less than satisfactory to you all, but I assure you that my associates and my boss will not go astray from the contents of this deal. My boss is a man of integrity." The blue-suited thug states with a sly smile that the Demons can only describe as less comforting than physically being within these swine's presence. Trust these fools with the blood that's been split between them both over the past few months? The spies, The betrayals, all of the time wasted in building and rebuilding the Demon's territories, and products of various equipment that these fools either stole or destroyed! Now, they want to discuss peace.
"But peace between us could be useful. We also have suffered loses from not only each other that 烦人的蜘蛛 has come close to causing a substantial amount of damage to both of us. On the other hand that MONSTER has constantly been creating too much damage for both sides, more than the 蛛形纲动物. That thing knows where our strongholds are located, leaving the work we took in setting them up reducing them to gravesites with many of our people slaughtered like cattle. Not to mention the only surviving survivors of the disaster that…怪物 leaves behind are whimpering paranoid shattered shells of their former selves. Like Ryu, she was so disturbed by what happened in the last stronghold we recently had; she's in RavenCroft indefinitely. So maybe this truce CAN work."
The Demon's negotiator thought to himself. But before anyone can say or do anything, the lights cut out in a flash, startling all of the gangsters inside the warehouse; fear has completely painted itself on all of their faces; each grabs the guns in their pockets or closest to them.
Some of them grab flashlights to give themselves some light, this whole situation places everyone minus one in high feeling of panic, and fearful uncertainty. “E-Everyone OK?” One of Fisk’s representatives asks stuttering as anxiety bubbles out of his voice. One of his companions say that there fine calming the man down a little.
“哎呀，你们中的一个人现在检查一下发电机吧” Yelled The Demon’s negotiator to the rest of his companions they do as they’re told without question leaving the negotiator with his thoughts something tells him that someone might actually be in the wearhouse with the rest of them the questions that arise from this situation is: was someone bugged with a tracker? A spy for the pigs secretly messing with the dealings? Or has the Spider-Man found them, or did HE find them? These questions are flooding the negotiator’s mind, something isn’t right about any of this.
“Hahaha, time to play with the new toys.” The mysterious figure manically whispers to himself as he follows his next set of victims. Still using his stealth suit mode that makes the mystery man invisible and giving him his stealth vision, he silently stalks the two unsuspecting demon members to the generator. Both demon members see the tiny EMP grenade attached to the generator confusion plastered on their faces as they eye the device. Behind them however is the mysterious figure who has a specialized knife in his right hand. A silent wheezy bloody hungry chuckle comes out of the figure’s mouth. The two member faintly hear it as the hairs on their necks stand faster than someone needing to use the bathroom, they turn to see HIM in front of them as he dashes toward them like a child on Christmas.
Meanwhile the demon’s negotiator was stuck with his thoughts for what felt like hours contemplating the questions in his head, did they have any merit to them? This has happened before but whatever or whomever caused this situation could be only two suspects of interest, before the Demon’s negotiator could contemplate this dilemma any further one of Fisk’s lackeys spoke her voice panicked and nervous of what could happen next.
“H-Hey shouldn’t one of your little demon friend’s be back telling us about the generator?! WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY?!!” She yells letting her terror overwhelm her in this very moment. Though what she asked was a good question where were those buffoons? It shouldn’t take someone 30 minutes to check a generator it shouldn’t be that hard to find even though the lights are out, nor is it that interesting to stare at. Unless they’d been dawdling on both of their phone’s looking at provocative picture’s of women, or men like a few previous members had been caught doing on some occasions.
If that was the case those morons would be in for a lesson on being horny moron’s at a time like this! “嘿！你们两个怎么花了这么长时间，快点吧.” The negotiator yells to no response back just silence. A very unnerving silence everyone feels making them getting more and more paranoid by the second. Fisk’s negotiator is sitting in the chair located at the right side of the table sweating a fountain, and rapid hyperventilating. While his associates are armed with they’re weapons, and flashlights eyeing the room for something odd.
No one can see anything as the silence continues to envelop everyone surroundings. Until however everyone hear’s a sound everyone of them can only describe as pure demonic sounding laugh booms throughout the wearhouse echoing louder and louder. The laugh is so painful to listen to everybody grips their ears in pain as some of them start to bleed, and cause other’s a headache so mindbendingly painful its as if 300 hammers are beaten into everyone’s head.
The laughter continues for an excruciating five minutes but for everyone else it feels like a never ending eternity of auditory torture, some of the criminal’s ears were hurting so bad some of them thought about cutting their very own ears off, that is how bad it was for them. Thankfully after the pain induced five minutes of that laughter had subsided both negotiator’s knew who was here with them all right now, and the only thing they could think was the very simple words of “Oh Shit.”
Then in a flash two bodies fall on top the table those being the now brutalized corpse’s of the demon gang member’s who went to check on the generator, everyone sets their sights on them a few members of both gangs move closer to get a better look at the dead bodies seeing that one member’s eyes have been gouged out the other having been decapitated, both of them are missing a right arm, in addition they have had both legs removed, and something carved into their chests when translated from Japanese to English reads the following “Hope you guys enjoyed my presents, HAHAHAHA.”
No one utters a word either to scared to say something, or vomiting at the sight before their eyes, but then they notice something what seems to be a person crouched over the dead bodies then suddenly the figure slowly became visible showing sharp savaged teeth, a terrifying oni visage, and bright haunting blue eyes staring at them you could see the bloodlust in his eyes. The criminal underworld’s boogeyman the aramusha had come to paint his canvas, and most importantly send a message.
The Aramusha’s victims look upon him with absolute fear, they barely can move they were so scared it made the Aramusha laugh to himself this was gonna be fun “Now I know I’m a decent piece of fish but come on everybody didn’t your parents ever tell you it’s rude to stare?” The Aramusha joked to his soon to be masterpieces of carnage.
“WHAT’RE YOU ALL WAITING FOR? SHOOT THE FREAK!” Kingpin’s negotiating representative yells in terrified inquisitive demand.
“And just when I thought things were gonna go the boring route, I get proudly pulled into the fun zone. Alright Asshole’s You wanna dance? Let’s dance!”
The Aramusha thinks to himself as everyone aims towards him, pulling out his specialized knives in each hand setting them to saber mode. Easier to set the stage with the right tools to make sure your message’s brutal point is understood after all, sure normal knives are good tools to paint a good picture, though a memorable one you gotta have a style even if it’s a bit much but an artist needs to have some fun with their work.
Bullets were shot at the Aramusha but as they approached him the bullets were moving slowly thanks to his suit being in a “Special Combat Zone”, giving Aramusha a better understanding of how he wanted to lead this dance he quickly and fluidly dodges the bullets shot at him backflipping away from the table landing on the floor with manic grace, and with the strength of a bull he kicks the table towards two members of the Kingpins men pinning them to the wall behind them crushing their ribs like glass the force of this killed them instantly.
More shots were fired at Aramusha who dodged them with ease taking down three goons with fast palm strikes aimed towards their head’s, jaw’s and blinding fast slashes tearing the legs off off as smooth like a deli chief cutting fresh meat, the demon’s howl in extreme pain. Then The
Aramusha dashed to the closet victim in his vicinity a lone kingpin goon aiming an AK—47 at him, The Aramusha guffaws at the man’s shaky demeanor, quickly moving towards his target he dodges the shots directed at him with skilled ease again, he barrages the goon’s chest with rapidly thrown punches that hit so hard the goon could feel his ribs shattering, skin bruising, and his lungs being crushed at the speed of the punches, then in a flash The Aramusha grabs the goon’s left arm with his right arm pulling the goon’s face into the saber knife burning the goons upper part of the goons face burning it within seconds killing the goon instantly.
Some of Kingpin Goons and the Demons negotiator see The Aramusha’s brutal kill in horror but all agree by action to aim and shoot at The Aramusha bullets are violently fired, but they hit the now dead corpse that was used as an meat shield giving The Aramusha cover, and time to get to his next set of “dance partners.”
In a ghostly dash The Aramusha disappears from the meat shield he was using and was now behind the group of criminals whom shot at him attacking with a breakdancing attack cackling as he weaves, kicks, slashes, and stabs them all with manic glee, he only leaves Kingpin’s negotiator unscathed, as he focuses on the others arms , legs, and other appendages were shredded and removed like paper growing through a shredder, Blood was splattered and splashed around the wearhouse like a painter assaulting a canvas with a fountain of red.
Mad unhinged psychotic Joy filled laughter was the loudest noise among the cracking of bones via the punches, kicks, elbow jab’s connecting with its targets, screaming of pain and bullets being sprayed. Sounds like your average Tuesday. Now the finishing touches of this grand dance, as the Aramusha lays his gaze upon the negotiators of both gangs and the last few living gang members, whom see the violent vigilante before them as the flashlights they’d been holding illuminating light to help see this monster before them.
“And now we start the climax, IT’S SHOWTIME!!” The Aramusha thought with the insane blood hungry joy at finishing his grand project in this very moment, he quickly approaches the Demon’s negotiator who tries throwing a punch but it gets caught easily by Aramusha who put the arm in a stiff grip and breaking the demon’s negotiator’s arm with ease, then he vaults over the negotiator’s body still holding the negotiator’s arm breaking it more as he swiftly evaded more bullets aimed towards the blood hungry vigilante, the bullets reach the wrong target that being the now dead negotiator of the demons.
Finally The Aramusha comically begins to dance with the corpse like a ballerina holding the left hand that has a gun attached to it, aiming the other people in the wear house killing the goons, getting headshots, and paralyzing Fisk’s negotiator as two bullets connected with his kneecaps.
The man whimpered in excruciating pain, screaming like a banshee, in a quick blur a fist hits the negotiator’s face like a brick knocking him unconscious in an easy five seconds. “Endlich, talk about a screamer. Now to prepare the messenger.” The Aramusha tiredly says as he sets up the next step of his plans of the night.
After an hour, the previously unconscious negotiator reawakens sitting in a chair unable to stand as he remembers his kneecaps were shot leaving him in this state, and his hands tied down to the arms of the chair he was sitting in. He sees the horror around him as he now sees the cleaved, and downright gruesome sight of his dead companions, and The Demons, but in front of him is the monster who did this crouched closely in the man’s face. He sees the boogeyman staring at him the monster’s cold mad eyes feels like they’re staring right into his soul. The scariest thing about this right now was the uncertainty of the man’s fate is death coming to take him? Or is he going to be in a worse position than he was already.
“Oh good, you’re awake was start’n to think I knocked yer lights out a little too fast, thank god I was wrong.” Aramusha says as he relaxes his posture to be a little straighter, but still hunched like an animal just waiting to pounce upon its prey.
“P-Please don’t kill me, I’ll give you whatever you want money? Information? You name it I can get it for you promise.” The KingPin’s negotiating representative stutters in fear pleading for his life, The Aramusha stands calmly walking around the scared man at his mercy “Y’know I was hoping you’d say that, cuz I do need you to do one thing for me don’t worry you won’t die at least… not yet that is never mind that right now. All I need you to do is tell some specific people a VERY important message can you do that for me Mr?..” The Aramusha asks as he props his elbow onto the mans head slouching a little legs crossed a little looking calmly smug in this very moment muttering quietly about killing him later.
“Sure thing, and please call me Lanny.” Kingpin’s negotiating representative says revealing his name hoping he gets spared. The Aramusha laughs happily hearing that Lanny is assisting him with the last step of his plans. “Thanks Lanny. I can’t tell you how thankful I am to hear that from ya, oh and one last thing, this might hurt a little.” The Aramusha says as he stand’s right in front of Lanny nonchalantly stabbing Lanny in his legs with his knives now out of saber mode. It still hurts like hell Lanny screams as loud as he can.
The boogeyman savors his screams it was a beautiful melody to hear enjoy the fruits of his labor being almost complete as the knife was being pulled out of Lanny leg The Aramusha gently places a hand over his mouth shushing him like a parent calming a newborn “It’s okay Lanny I’ve decided I’m not gonna kill ya just hurt you really. Really. Bad” The Aramusha whispers, his laughter grows louder and louder terrifying his poor victim as the laughter reverberates in the wearhouse and the shadow of The Aramusha grows huge and envelops little Lanny as the moon is now in focus we cut to a familiar red and blue neighborhood superhero. Swinging around the lively and bubbly streets of New York looking for answers of two big questions Who is the Kingpin? And who is Mr. Negative?
