(Marvel, DC, images, manhwas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)
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Warning: This chapter will be VERY violent and will contain disturbing content that the reader may find disturbing. You have been HIGHLY advised.
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Karito Pov
How...
How long... the question lingers in my mind, lost amid the expanse of water surrounding me. Time has ceased to matter; days blend into one another as I swim endlessly, relying on the symbiote and my healing factor to numb the burning pain of my wounds. The aftermath of the explosion left me in a grotesque state, but I had no choice but to push forward.
Swimming for survival, I lost count at 56 days. Buying food from the systems store and eating on water brought its own set of challenges, leaving me with persistent stomachaches. The irony of rest being disrupted by waves and sea creatures, all while my spider-sense keeps me alert, adds to the torment.
The monotony of my routine leaves me yearning for escape. Sleep evades me amidst the waves and creatures, and a proper shower feels like a distant memory. Grateful for the store's water bottles, I manage to maintain dental hygiene, a small victory amidst the hardships.
To combat the encroaching boredom, I find solace in conversation with Toxin. Bonding with the symbiote, even amidst the incessant questioning, keeps me tethered to sanity. I've gained full control of the symbiote suit, though I must remain vigilant to prevent emotional outbursts from unleashing its mindless rampage.
Kara, a constant presence in this sea-bound ordeal, has been instrumental in maintaining some semblance of structure. Annoying as the routine may be, it's a lifeline to hold on to. Perhaps I should have sought her guidance earlier, but such clarity eluded me amidst the struggle.
In this desolate expanse, I seek to hold on to any semblance of normalcy, the smallest comforts that remind me of the world I once knew. And so, with renewed determination, I reach out to Kara, seeking her guidance and an answer to the elusive question that haunts me: How long have I been adrift at sea?
(Karito) "Hey uhh, Kara?"
"Yes, Player?"
(Karito) "How long have I been in the sea swimming like a dog?"
"It took you 3 in a half months to finally ask that? You're a terrible master to Peter Parker, it's a good thing you left him some holographic training with him before disappearing completely."
(Karito) "Yeah, I got the idea from the Miles Morales game. Where Peter left Miles some training simulations."
"You aren't a complete lost cause then."
(Karito) "WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!"
"Nothing to worry about."
(Karito) Sigh "So how much time do I have until I reach Hawaii?"
"Another month, calculated on your current progress."
(Karito) "It's because I keep stopping whenever I eat and barely 30-minute naps?"
"Yes."
(Karito) "Meh. I do have a large amount of stamina but because I'm sleep-deprived I can barely even function properly."
"You have a huge disadvantage right now. You are extremely tired mentally and physically, you look even skinnier by how you aren't even digesting the food properly."
(Karito) "I'm not digesting it properly? Try having your stomach rocked constantly with food inside and you'll understand my pain."
"If only you picked a species that can survive or doesn't need to eat constantly as a human does."
(Karito) "Maybe when I'm finished with this reality I can pick something else. You did tell me that there's a system called "builds".
"Correct. The "Builds" program is precisely what you think. Think of it like Destiny 2, with Warlock builds, Hunter builds and Titan "builds" but infinite options. In your case, you can choose another character to get powers from."
(Karito) "Yeah, I'll think of something. I have a few already in mind when the switch happens. Whenever that is."
"You don't know if you'll take longer than necessary."
(Karito) "I wanted to avoid that kind of thought and think that I will definitely be successful in this. Tho, with how things are going, it's easier said than done."
"It is true, that these last darks have been unnecessarily stronger than could've been assumed. Characters who we think were weak are stronger with new abilities. You have been close to death a few times already."
(Karito) "Ugh... it sucks so much."
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Kraven Pov
My mind is rage and glory. My heart is fire and pride. My body is grace and power. I am Kravinov the man. An old man, now... though few would believe it. I was just a child when my parents came to my old world's Russia, shortly after the overthrown of the Czar. That was some seventy-odd years ago. There was no room in Russia for aristocrats. For culture. For honor. For human dignity. But all those things were bred into my bones, long before the Trotskys and Lenins dragged my homeland into the pits. Dignity? Honor? In the many worlds, I have visited such qualities are missing. Many of them have followed Russia's sad example. If my parents have traveled with me to the Dark dimensions and visited the multiverse, they would look upon this frightened, wounded animal called civilization whiteout recognition and with great fear and disgust. While some would make them look with a proud face due to the fact that each world is different.
I am Kraven the Hunter! I have found dignity, not in cities, but in the jungles. I have found honor, not in the civilized, but in the primal. I have found morality, I have found meaning in the HUNT.
But I cannot escape time forever. Herbs and roots and potions cannot rejuvenate a dying spirit or heal a heart crushed by the weight of what it has seen across the multiverse.
I will die soon. I must die soon.
But not yet...
Time skip, one month
Karito Pov
I... made it. I FINALLY MADE IT TO CIVILIZATION! After four months of pure torture and agony and barely any rest, I was able to finally reach Hawaii. The sand... finally the ground... I missed you.
"You should probably move, player. You're getting weird stares on the beach."
Oh shit, right. I should look for food and a place to sleep for a year in.
"Recovering is essential right now. Wise choice."
Rising gracefully from the sandy embrace of the shoreline, I found myself drawn to a quaint restaurant nestled along the beach. Seated in a serene ambiance, I swiftly placed my order, opting for a delightful exploration of the culinary delights it had to offer. The menu, a cornucopia of flavors from diverse cultures, enticed my palate, and though the wait was somewhat protracted, my linguistic prowess facilitated seamless communication with the staff. As a seasoned traveler, having studied various languages from around the world, the art of conversation became a bridge connecting me effortlessly to the cultural tapestry surrounding me.
A few minutes later
HAHAHA FOOD GO BRRRRRRR-
Alas, my gastronomic ambitions proved too much for the establishment's culinary capacities, and I found myself unceremoniously escorted out and bestowed with the dubious honor of a banishment. Truly, I had not anticipated that my voracious appetite, compelled by the dual task of nourishing my own self and an enigmatic companion, would render such dramatic consequences.
Yet, fortune favored my resourceful nature, and with a swift exchange of currencies courtesy of my well-stocked inventory, I managed to settle my culinary debts in the peculiar currency of Hawaii. One might deem this convenient, a boon bestowed upon intrepid travelers such as myself, who navigate the world's financial landscapes with relative ease.
Now, as the delectable allure of various hotel accommodations beckons, I find myself not starved for sustenance but rather yearning for a different indulgence—rest. Sleep, a seemingly elusive companion, relentlessly evades my grasp, and the pursuit of slumber has become an epic quest. The dire consequences of prolonged wakefulness upon my mental faculties are abundantly evident.
Therefore, I shall retire with alacrity, to seek solace within the comforting embrace of a plush hotel bed. For in this realm, sleep deprivation reigns as the relentless tyrant, and I, a weary traveler, must surrender to its gentle yoke lest it siphon the very essence of my existence.
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The moon's gentle radiance painted the canvas of the night sky as I wandered, a weary traveler, seeking respite from my nomadic existence. My wandering eyes, blessed with perseverance, eventually chanced upon a humble establishment—a hotel, unassuming yet welcoming in its simplicity. Its walls held the stories of countless travelers, and tonight, I too would inscribe a chapter within its embrace.
Once within the confines of my room, I luxuriated in the mundane luxury of a well-deserved shower, purging my weather-worn frame of the sea's lingering embrace. Oh, how the aquatic tendrils of the ocean had clung to me, a salty embrace that nearly lulled me into oblivion seven times over within the sanctum of the bathtub.
Finally, clothed in nothing but the embrace of my undergarments, I surrendered myself to the beckoning allure of slumber. My body, an obedient supplicant, submitted to the sweet oblivion of sleep with alarming swiftness. In that tranquil state, I could almost pass for lifeless, for if any beholder were to cast their gaze upon me now, they might mistakenly assume that I had departed this realm altogether.
A glimmer of concern lingered in my thoughts, for I yearned to return to New York, the city that called my name with irresistible allure. Yet, the specter of "Wanted" posters loomed, prompting me to impart my trusty symbiote, Toxin, with the task of obscuring my identity, a veil of anonymity to shield me from unwanted attention.
Tomorrow, as dawn paints the sky with its gentle brushstrokes, I shall venture to the airport and explore the possibility of clandestine passage. Yet, even as I close my eyes in slumber, a nagging thought nudges me—a flicker of uncertainty, a forgotten task whispering for my attention.
Ah, but the weariness clouds my mind, and the elusive memory must relent for now, for slumber claims me in its tender grasp... ZzzzzzZzzzzzz.
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No Pov
In a sterile expanse veiled in pristine white, an enigmatic figure stood unabashedly exposed, the intensity etched upon his countenance and a resolute purpose animating his gaze. In this curious tableau, a silent symphony of arachnid denizens began to emerge, weaving their intricate webs of fate around the man, shrouding him in a tapestry of silk.
Yet, as if guided by a frenetic force, he erupted forth from the heart of this eerie arachnid gathering, shattering the silken embrace, and embarked upon a surreal odyssey of consumption. The spiders, once enigmatic inhabitants of this space, now found themselves at the mercy of his insatiable appetite, their existence consumed as if by the ravenous maw of an all-consuming vortex.
With each gnash and gulp, the fine line between lucidity and lunacy seemed to waver and blur, as his mind, besieged by enigmatic forces, found solace in conversation with itself. A dialogue of uncertainty and delirium echoed within his inner sanctum, reverberating through the corridors of his consciousness.
(Kraven) "TONIGHT!"
Within the confines of a somber hotel room, an unfortunate soul found himself ensnared within the tendrils of a nightmarish realm. Unseen forces seemed to grip his consciousness with relentless determination, molding the ethereal landscape of his dreams into a chilling tableau of terror.
The room, once a sanctuary of tranquility, now bore witness to the disquieting spectacle that unfolded within the depths of his subconscious. As the night advanced, the man became ensnared within the clutches of a surreal nightmare, where the echo of one word reverberated with haunting insistence: "No, NO, NO, NO! NO! NO!"
In this tormented reality, spectral hands, phantoms born of darkness, reached out to clutch his throat, constricting his very breath, leaving him grappling with a feeling of suffocating despair. The nightmare's malevolence bore down upon him, and he awoke with a primal scream, an outcry of terror borne from the depths of his unconscious turmoil.
(Karito) "NO!" Starts hyperventilating "NGH! AH! Dream... dream... it has to be a dream! No, a nightmare. FUCK!
He wraps his hands around himself as he felt cold and wet. He felt things crawling all around him.
TONIGHT!
He couldn't breathe or move. He just felt the things crawl around him.
TONIGHT!
The hero saw a spider crawl on his hand and reacted by slamming his hand against a wall, killing it.
(Karito) "NGHIA! What is wrong with me? FUCK!"
To...night...
The very essence of slumber, which once courted Karito with an insistent embrace, now eluded him, eclipsed by the overpowering surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. Within the confines of his being, a tempestuous storm raged, a symphony of emotions intertwining with the palpitations of his heart. The pressure within his chest intensified, as if his heart, unable to contain the intensity of his feelings, threatened to breach the confines of its mortal vessel.
In an attempt to seek solace amidst the turmoil that now inhabited his psyche, Karito summoned the symbiotic entity. Swiftly, the two found symbiosis, and he adorned himself in his formidable suit, a carapace of power that enshrouded him with an aura of indomitable might. In the sanctuary of his apartment, he sought to quell the cacophony of emotions, yearning to clear his mind through the act of suiting up and embracing the persona of his alter ego.
However, his expectations of respite were quickly shattered, for as he ventured into the nocturnal expanse, the world around him unveiled its own enigmatic tapestry...
Spider-Man Pov
My head... oh, it's throbbing like crazy, like a stampede of angry elephants having a party in there! What's happening to me? I feel so weird, like I'm gonna hurl any moment. Curling up into a ball seems so tempting right now, but I can't... I just can't!
Wait, NO! I have to keep moving, but why? Ugh, my brain feels like scrambled eggs! I've never felt sick after getting the detoxification skill, so why now? It's all so confusing!
This chill down my spine is creeping me out, and my stomach is doing somersaults. But I can't let weakness take over, right? I have to figure this out. But my head is like a jungle full of chaos and mystery, and I can't make sense of it!
The drums in my head are driving me nuts, and I can't find any relief. But NO, I won't give in! I need answers, even if my brain is having a total meltdown. I'll keep going, even if I'm stumbling around like a lost chicken.
Kraven Pov
For years, I've hunted them down, the elusive Spider-Men. Each one a tantalizing challenge, a prey like no other. They have proven to be cunning adversaries, testing my skills at every turn, yet I revel in the thrill of the hunt.
I once naively believed they were just ordinary men, but oh, how mistaken I was. They possess extraordinary powers, transforming into formidable beasts, beyond the realm of human understanding. They are no mere men, but creatures of wonder and terror.
Yet, their mystique intrigues me, drawing me closer to the Darkness that embraces me, granting me strength and purpose. With each encounter, I grow more formidable, honing my abilities.
This final Spider-Man, the ultimate quarry, will be the ultimate test, the pinnacle of my collection. The challenge that will define my legacy. I shall not waver, for I am driven by an unyielding determination. As long as they draw breath, I shall not rest, relentlessly pursuing my quarry until victory is assured, and the hunt is won.
No Pov
The crimson-clad Spider-Man soared gracefully through the cityscape, executing acrobatic swings with unparalleled finesse. Yet, as he alighted upon the apex of a towering rooftop, a sudden jolt of agony coursed through his being, forcing him to halt and clutch his head in distress.
(Spider-Man) "FUCK! Why is every single bad memory all of a sudden violating my mind?! NGH! KARA THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!"
"My suspicions are leading me to a Dark. They're most likely making you experience illusions and psychological trauma."
(Spider-Man) "FUCK!! THEN WHERE IS HE?!"
"He's getting close. Very close."
(Spider-Man) "Damn it! And I just have to be tired as hell!"
"He's here!"
Spider-Man's heightened senses snapped into focus, attuned to the slightest disturbances in the air around him. His agile form reacted instinctively, evading with uncanny swiftness what appeared to be a projectile hurtling towards him. An eerie sight it was, for the arrow that whizzed through the night sky was not of ordinary make.
(Spider-Man) "The fuck is thi-"
In a harrowing turn of events, the web-slinger's misfortune continued as another of those enigmatic black arrows found its mark with unerring precision. This time, the malevolent projectile impaled his left shoulder, eliciting a visceral cry of excruciating pain from the usually stoic hero.
(Spider-Man) "NGHAAAAAA!!!! FUCK! FUCK! WHY DOES IT HURT SO MUCH?! HAAAAAA!"
In an ominous turn of events, the system's warning signs flashed with urgency, revealing the dire reality of the situation. The projectile that found its mark was none other than a darkastine arrow, a rare and fearsome material hailing from the elusive Darkness Dimension. Known for its unparalleled strength and lethal properties, darkastine stood as a formidable metal that struck terror into the hearts of all Guardians.
The notorious reputation of darkastine preceded it – forged through the countless lives it had claimed and the sheer dread it inspired among those who knew of its existence. Said to be utilized solely by the Darks with distinguished notoriety for vanquishing numerous Guardians, it was a weapon of choice that epitomized danger and malevolence.
The mere touch of darkastine upon a Guardian's flesh was a bane beyond comprehension, evoking absolute anguish that defied mortal comprehension. Instances were recounted of Guardians encountering the malevolent metal, only to succumb instantaneously to the unbearable torment it inflicted. Such was the dreadful efficacy of darkastine against the Guardians, an otherwise formidable force of justice.
Spider-Man's instinctive reaction to extricate the darkastine arrow from his wounded arm was a testament to his seasoned expertise and unyielding resolve. Despite the excruciating pain that seared through his being, the symbiote's regenerative prowess proved to be a saving grace, hastening the healing process and allowing him a momentary respite to seek refuge.
(Spider-Man) "I should definitely not get hit by another of these."
"Wait, it doesn't hurt you when you touch it?"
(Spider-Man) "Is it supposed to?"
"In most cases, yes, but it looks like you're a special case. Only a few Guardians don't get affected by its touch."
In a display of unyielding resolve, Spider-Man's stoic nod belied the trepidation that churned within him. With a deft hand, he snapped the darkastine arrow, keenly aware of its lethality, and swiftly initiated a sensory sweep to discern the whereabouts of his cunning adversary, Kraven.
The young hero's senses, honed to an extraordinary degree, went into overdrive as he endeavored to pick up the slightest hint of Kraven's presence. In a heartbeat, a revelation flashed across his widened eyes, and he instinctively reacted, narrowly evading the ferocious swing of Kraven's lethal machete. The deadly strike, charged with an undeniable intent to maim, rent the very billboard that had offered a semblance of shelter, causing it to cascade into the streets below.
(Dark Kraven) "A symbiote, huh?"
(Spider-Man) "Yeah? So what?"
(Dark Kraven) "I've dealt with black-suit Spider-Men. But yours seem to be a major upgrade. I wonder if it has the same weakness."
(Spider-Man) "Tch. Come at me then."
In an ephemeral moment that seemed to defy the very fabric of time itself, Kraven, with the grace and speed of a specter, vanished into a blurred apparition. His lithe form became a mere whisper, an indiscernible streak in the tapestry of reality, leaving Spider-Man momentarily disoriented.
(Spider-Man) "Wait, does he have the powers of the one from shattered dimension-"
In an ephemeral moment of heightened awareness, Spider-Man's spider senses hummed with urgency, alerting him to an impending threat. Alas, time had eluded him, for the inexorable force of Kraven's wrath was upon him. The hunter's powerful grasp ensnared Spider-Man's visage in a vice-like hold, leaving the young hero with no recourse but to bear witness to his adversary's display of raw strength.
With an almost preternatural display of might, Kraven hurled the crimson-clad hero through the air, as if he were naught but a mere puppet in the hunter's hands. The trajectory of their violent exchange carried Spider-Man's form into a distant edifice, its towering walls bearing witness to the spectacle of their clash.
The impact was seismic, resonating with the dissonant cacophony of shattering glass and masonry. Like a tempest, the resulting destruction rippled through the air, sending tremors of chaos across the once-peaceful urban landscape.
As Spider-Man found himself entangled in a labyrinth of debris and wreckage, the denizens of the city were awash with fear and confusion. Like a panicked symphony, they fled in disarray, seeking refuge from the tempest of conflict that had encroached upon their world.
(Spider-Man) "Fist off... Ow. Second, you aren't supposed to be that strong unless you're in that beast form... so how..."
(Dark Kraven) "Remember, Spider. I'm not like any other Kraven in the multiverse."
Kraven, the hunter, exhibited a ballet of prowess as he seamlessly leaped from one precipice to another. In stark contrast, Spider-Man, the acrobatic marvel, matched his adversary's every move with a fluid grace, each step a calculated response to the symphony of combat unfolding before them.
In this dance of dexterity and might, Kraven's relentless onslaught began to tip the scales in his favor. A torrent of blows, a fusion of ferocity and calculated strikes, found their mark upon Spider-Man's crimson-clad form. With each resounding impact, the young hero's resolve was tested, his will tempered amidst the unforgiving crucible of battle.
Yet, unyielding in spirit, the web-slinger countered Kraven's every maneuver, as their bodies weaved an intricate tapestry of struggle and defiance. A roundhouse kick, sought to seize an opening in his adversary's defenses. However, Kraven's predatory instincts proved keener, as he intercepted the audacious move with a display of uncanny timing, capturing the young hero in a vice-like grip.
With a masterful display of strength, the hunter brought the crimson-clad hero to a thunderous halt, flipping him over and orchestrating a moment of awe-inspiring devastation. The force of impact, a cataclysm of might and precision, pierced the very ground beneath them, yielding to the hero's descent as he plummeted through the floor below.
(Spider-Man) "NGH! This isn't good."
(Toxin) "Karito. You're physically not ready for this, you're extremely exhausted. Not just physically but also mentally."
(Spider-Man) "Not like I have a cho-"
The tides of verbal sparring were abruptly eclipsed by the violent interjection of physical combat. Kraven, unleashed an onslaught of force, seeking to subdue the agile figure of Spider-Man, who proved elusive like a shadow in motion.
The web-slinger's evasive maneuver was executed with finesse, executing a seamless backflip, a graceful defiance against Kraven's overpowering assault. Harnessing the power of lateral repulsion, Spider-Man, an adept acrobat in his own right, propelled himself forward, his knee finding its mark upon Kraven's visage.
Within the confines of the edifice, their movements defied the laws of gravity, evoking the dance of two aerial artists, each striving for dominance over the other. As the momentum surged, the crimson-clad hero nimbly snared Kraven's shirt, a fleeting anchor of control, and catapulted him through the unforgiving walls of cement.
(Spider-Man) "HAD ENOUGH YET?!"
In the relentless pursuit of his prey, Kraven, unleashed an array of lethal implements. In a mesmerizing display of precision, the air became adorned with a deadly ballet of knives, poised to claim their target—the indomitable Spider-Man.
However, the web-slinger's once impeccable agility seemed to wane under the weight of prolonged exertion, and his once effortless evasion now bore the mark of fatigue. His movements, once characterized by unrivaled grace, bore an uncharacteristic sluggishness, an indication of his drained state.
(Spider-Man) "Ngh! Fuck!"
(Dark Kraven) "Oh, Spider. You really aren't looking in the bests of shapes right now. Why don't you give up and die?"
(Spider-Man) "As a wise man once said... I can do this all day... or night in this case."
(Dark Kraven) "So be it."
With lightning-like celerity, Kraven propelled himself forward, unleashing a formidable tackle that sent Spider-Man crashing through a solid wall and unceremoniously to the ground. Seeking to vanquish his adversary, Kraven combined both hands into a forceful blow, but the quick-witted hero responded swiftly, ensnaring his opponent's eyes with a web, delivering an electrifying jolt.
Undeterred by the initial setback, the relentless Kraven repelled the Spider's retaliatory venom blasts with deft movements of his trusty machete. In a calculated move, Spider-Man sought refuge in invisibility, hoping to capitalize on the element of surprise. Yet, Kraven, displaying an uncanny intuition, stood composed with eyes shut tight, sensing the presence of his unseen foe. With decisive precision, he countered the elusive Spider-Man's attempt, striking him with a forceful elbow to the nose followed by a powerful side-kick, sending the hero sprawling.
Undaunted, Spider-Man regained his composure, nimbly evading Kraven's machete, and launching a venom-charged left hook, impacting with resounding force upon Kraven's visage. The indomitable hunter was sent hurtling through another wall, his body crashing into a public restroom, bringing the skirmish to a momentary standstill.
(Spider-Man) Breathing heavily "Ti-Time out! Let me... take a breather!"
Spider-Man's imploring entreaties fell on deaf ears as Kraven, employing his astounding swiftness, delivered a forceful blow to the hero's countenance, followed by a relentless barrage of heavy punches. In a bid to retaliate, the Spider employed an expeditious decoy, skillfully evading Kraven's ferocious assault, and unleashed a venomous blast at close quarters, sending the relentless hunter hurtling into a nearby wall. Alas, the impact proved insufficient to keep Kraven at bay, for he promptly employed a rope, ensnaring the Spider by the neck and drawing him closer.
Utilizing his prodigious strength, Kraven effortlessly propelled Spider-Man through the partition walls, transforming the bathroom stalls into a scene of destruction. Grimacing in agony, Spider-Man found himself at the mercy of Kraven, who, undeterred by the hero's struggle, summoned a rifle and placed his foot firmly upon Spider-Man's chest, leaving him immobilized and vulnerable.
(Dark Kraven) "Any last words, Spider?"
(Spider-Man) "Y-Yeah, I got some"
(Dark Kraven) "Go ahead."
(Spider-Man) "Is it loaded?"
(Dark Kraven) "Wha-"
Amidst that fleeting instant of distraction, Spider-Man skillfully harnessed Kaine's touch, utilizing it to administer a searing and agonizing burn to Kraven's leg, eliciting a resounding cry of pain from the hunter. With a graceful swiftness, Spider-Man rose to his feet and executed a precision dropkick, propelling Kraven across the expanse of the bathroom. Before Kraven could mount a counterattack, the Spider seized the initiative, propelling himself with unrestrained force to spearhead a visceral charge, crashing through the confines of a nearby wall and launching the two adversaries into the building's expansive hallway.
In a display of unyielding tenacity, Spider-Man swiftly gained the upper hand, positioning himself atop the fallen Kraven, whose resistance proved futile against the relentless barrage of punches delivered by the web-slinger's hands, now augmented by the symbiote's sharp spikes. The reverberating impact of each strike resonated throughout the hallway, creating a percussive symphony of ferocity and intensity. An onlooker, if present, might have mistaken the tumultuous sound for a rapid-fire mortar, given the relentless and devastating fury of Spider-Man's unyielding assault.
(Spider-Man) "DIE! DIE! FUCKING DIE!!"
In that fleeting moment of confrontation, Kraven's astute reflexes allowed him to intercept Spider-Man's spiked fist with a composed smirk adorning his countenance.
(Dark Kraven) "I'm glad that you are resilient and strong. Let's turn this up a notch, shall we?"
In an abrupt surge of unrestrained energy, Spider-Man was forcefully propelled backward, causing him to collapse onto his knees with a watchful gaze fixed upon Kraven. To his astonishment, he witnessed the transformation of the hunter into a formidable creature, unleashing a resounding roar that echoed throughout the surroundings.
(Dark Beast Kraven) "Now, let's meet the rest of the family."
(Spider-Man) "Wait, you're not alone?!"
(Dark Beast Kraven) "Of course not."
Exhibiting newfound swiftness, Kraven delivers a devastating blow to Spider-Man, propelling him with such force that he hurtles through the air and collides with the solemn grounds of a cemetery. The impact shatters several tombstones, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.
(Spider-Man) "NGH! AAGH FUCK!
With a renewed surge of determination, the arachnid hero swiftly regained his footing, his emotions heightened to an even greater degree. Alerted by his heightened senses, he deftly evaded a barrage of incoming cars hurled with malevolent intent. The final projectile aimed at him was seized by the Spider's agile webs, and in a daring display of strength and strategy, he whirled the car through the air, crashing it upon Kraven, who was poised to strike.
With Kraven pinned beneath the weight of the car, Spider-Man seized the opportunity to unleash his venom-enhanced webbing, causing the vehicle to detonate in a thunderous explosion. The aftermath revealed Kraven still alive, a smug grin adorning his face, as if reveling in the thrill of battle.
(Dark Beast Kraven) "Spyder! Spyder! Burning bright in the forest of the night. What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry..."
(Spider-Man) Breathing heavily "Nice song pussycat, got anything else rehearsed?"
(Dark Beast Kraven) "Yes..." A white liquid starts enveloping his weapons and limbs "Your tombstone."
(Toxin) "KARITO! DODGE!"
Alas, the portent of the impending assault was but a fleeting realization, arriving with an almost cruel swiftness that eluded the Spider's keen senses. The hunter's lethal claws found their mark on Spider-Man's chest before he could react, a blur of motion that left him in a state of incredulity. The speed of his adversary was so profound that one moment Kraven was distant, and the next, he materialized directly before him, a breathtaking display of unbridled velocity.
(Spider-Man) "ACK!!! WHY DOES IT BURN?!"
(Toxin) "IT HURTS! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!!!"
With a resolute pull, Kraven wielded his whip anew, striking down upon the subdued figure of Spider-Man, who remained grounded, recuperating from the inflicted gash of the hunter's lethal claws. The whip's malevolent lashings provoked a visceral reaction from the symbiote, as it emitted a screeching, unbridled protest in response to each strike, its very form shrouded in steam as if to symbolize the torment it endured under the relentless assault.
(Spider-Man) "NGHAAAA! FUCKING STOP!!!"
In a moment of sheer desperation, a thunderous cry escaped Spider-Man's lips, setting forth an apocalyptic surge of power—a Mega Venom Blast of cataclysmic proportions that swept across the breadth of the street, unleashing its fury upon anything in its path, sending cars and obstacles hurtling backwards as if attempting to defy gravity's embrace. As the billowing explosion gradually dissipated, a startling revelation presented itself to Spider-Man: the symbiote known as Toxin had become intertwined with his being, manifesting a disheveled version of his Miles Morales suit, bearing the evident scars from the harrowing encounter with Kraven's white whip—a revelation cemented by the lingering emanations of steaming wounds that continued to torment him. As the pieces of this enigmatic puzzle began to coalesce, realization dawned upon him, connecting the dots of the tumultuous strife he endured, revealing an unsettling truth lying beneath the surface.
(Spider-Man) "You just had to have anti-venom with you?" Grunts
(Dark Beast Kraven) "Oh? So you've heard of the anti-venom symbiote? Good."
(Spider-Man) "Tch..." Slowly stands up
(Dark Beast Kraven) "You are now weaker because your symbiote is obligated to recover. That won't matter after I blow your head off."
Kraven's relentless pursuit propelled him with unyielding force towards Spider-Man, who swiftly took to the skies, nimbly navigating the thick canopy of nearby trees. An exhilarating chase unfolded, their movements resembling an elegant dance through the verdant foliage. Yet, amidst this captivating spectacle, their encounter took a perilous turn as Kraven's ferocity materialized in a powerful tackle, sending the web-slinger sprawling through the air. Undeterred, Spider-Man summoned his tenacious spirit, attempting to fend off the relentless predator.
With an instinctual grace, the Spider deftly engaged in a dynamic web-slinging sequence, artfully entangling Kraven within an intricate labyrinth of his webbing. Each strand seemed to draw the hunter deeper into the captivating snare, ensnaring him in a mesmerizing display of determination and strategy. Despite Kraven's best efforts to break free, the hero's unwavering determination prevailed, encasing the hunter further and further within the ethereal threads.
Yet, as the confrontation reached its zenith, a disheartening revelation unfolded—a resounding "pssss" echoed through the air, the harrowing sound emanating from Spider-Man's web shooters. The treasured resource had run dry, leaving the hero momentarily bereft of his primary tool.
(Spider-Man) "SHIT! I FORGOT TO AUTO-ADD WEB SHOOTERS!"
Fortune favored Spider-Man as Kraven, entangled within the final vestiges of webbing, found himself agonizingly close yet frustratingly out of reach of the elusive hero. A guttural roar of seething fury reverberated through the air, a crescendo of anger and vexation echoing amidst the aftermath of their fierce encounter. The mighty hunter's outstretched claws yearned for his nimble adversary, but the web-slinger had skillfully eluded his grasp, leaving Kraven ensnared in a web-woven prison.
(Spider-Man) "Ew, don't get close. The only one I'll allow to be this close is Black Cat."
With remarkable swiftness, the Spider retaliated, launching a calculated counteroffensive with two precise and formidable punches aimed at Kraven's countenance. The weight of each blow carried a kinetic force that reverberated through the air. Undeterred, he followed the initial assault with a fluid display of acrobatics, executing two backflip kicks with astonishing grace and precision.
Kraven's form crumpled to the ground as Spider-Man's unyielding determination drove him to launch a forceful assault, his legs driven with remarkable power, burying themselves into Kraven's abdomen, causing the earth beneath them to crack from the sheer impact. The fierce contest ensued, each relentless in delivering punishing blows upon the other. Kraven's ruthless claws slashed and pounded upon Spider-Man's upper body, while the hero, undeterred, responded with venom-infused punches that resonated with intensity, forcing Kraven to grit his teeth in pain.
In the midst of the relentless exchange, Kraven's astute observation began to unravel the enigma before him. The perplexity of Spider-Man's ceaseless endurance and unwavering resilience piqued his curiosity. Questions swirled in Kraven's mind as he considered the potential source of this tenacious power. The notion of a secret skill of adaptation emerged as a plausible explanation, perhaps a natural ability gifted to this extraordinary adversary. The realization of Spider-Man's innate capability to improve and grow during the heat of battle dawned upon Kraven, painting an image of a formidable opponent whose potential knew no bounds.
Despite the harsh battering he endured, Spider-Man continued to demonstrate his uncanny stamina and resolve. With each exchange, the realization of facing a foe capable of growing stronger with every encounter further fueled Kraven's determination to conclude the battle swiftly. He evaded Spider-Man's venomous punch, skillfully retaliating with an uppercut to the hero's jaw and delivering a thunderous back kick that propelled him through a labyrinth of trees, landing him back within the solemn confines of the cemetery.
The urgency to bring an end to this perilous encounter drove Kraven to unleash a primal roar, an eerie call for reinforcement that pierced the silence of the night. The haunting shadows that loomed in response to his call served as a harbinger of impending peril, a moment that seemed to signal a turning point in the relentless struggle. Spider-Man's eyes widened, realizing that the battlefield was about to be ensnared in a confrontation of even greater magnitude.
(Spider-Man) "This is getting pretty damn unfair you know? "
As the relentless battle raged on, the darkened scene was further amplified by the emergence of new figures, each intrinsically linked to Kraven's tumultuous past. Amongst them, Ana Kraven, the resolute daughter of the hunter, exuded an air of tenacity that rivaled her father's. Sasha, Kraven's enigmatic wife, appeared as an enigmatic presence, her motivations veiled in secrecy. Alongside them, Alyosha, Kraven's mutant son, wielded powers beyond comprehension, adding another layer of complexity to the encounter.
The unmistakable presence of Chameleon, Kraven's enigmatic brother, brought forth an unsettling element, a master of deception and illusion, capable of sowing doubt and confusion amidst the chaos of the battle. And then there was Vladimir, once another of Kraven's sons, transformed into a monstrous entity, a haunting reminder of past tragedies that shaped the course of their lives. The price paid for his revival was steep, as Spider-Woman, a valiant ally, sacrificed herself in the process.
(Spider-Man) Stares at Vladimir "You... I'm still fucking upset about how they revived your useless ass..."
In an unsettling tableau, the six formidable members of the Kravinoff family converged upon the bloodied and battle-worn Spider-Man, an air of quiet intensity permeating the scene. Each figure stood with a palpable aura of determination, their eyes locked on the valiant hero before them. Clenching their fists, they signaled their unwavering resolve to face this formidable adversary.
(Spider-Man) "COME ON YOU MOTHER FUCKERS! I'M TAKING AT LEAST 1 OF YOU DOWN! COME ON!!!"
As the Kravinoff family and Spider-Man surged forward with resolute battle cries, the atmosphere crackled with an electrifying tension, presaging the momentous clash about to unfold. A symphony of determination resonated in the air as they charged headlong into confrontation.
In the heart of this fierce maelstrom, Spider-Man channeled the potent power of venom into his punch, his fist pulsating with an otherworldly energy. Simultaneously, Kraven harnessed his own formidable strength, gathering an aura of raw power around his clenched fist.
The collision of their fists sent forth a seismic shock wave of such intensity that the very heavens wept, casting a downpour upon the battleground. The heavens themselves seemed to bear witness to this momentous encounter, as if the very elements were stirred by the forces at play.
What will happen...
On this Grim night...
To Be Continued...