Just as Thomas Halloway and Chris Hilton were almost done beating up the bad guys, some strange gas came out of nowhere. It knocked them out cold before they could even do anything about it.
Thomas coughed and could barely see as everything started to get blurry. "Chris, stay... stay...," he whispered before passing out from the gas.
Chris blinked quickly, feeling woozy as he tried to shake off the sleeping gas's effects. "Teacher Thomas!" he called out, his voice weak. He reached for his Teacher, but he couldn't hold on any longer. He passed out, collapsing to the ground.
Then, one of the henchmen spoke up, "Should we get rid of the old man?"
But another henchman responded, "Boss said we don't harm innocent bystanders."
As the unconscious figures of Thomas and Chris lay on the ground, the henchmen continued their discussion.
"Is that Chris Hilton from the Hilton family?" one of them questioned.
Another henchman confirmed, "Yeah, he's the son of Conrad Hilton. We have to take him."
As the henchmen talked about what to do next, they adjusted their gas masks, ensuring their protection from the lingering effects of the sleeping gas
Meanwhile
As Boss Jon entered the office, he was surprised to find Albert Capone wearing a gas mask. Albert's expression was a mix of anger and betrayal as he confronted Boss Jon.
"Why?" Albert exclaimed, his voice filled with frustration. "Why did you do this to me? I trusted all of you. I even said I would distribute the vibranium today."
Boss Jon remained calm as he responded, "You're too foolish to trust, Albert. As expected by Boss Sephiro, you're really stupid."
"And you're pretty schemy despite being afraid of Boss Sephiro." He continued, his tone stern, "Boss already figured out your plan, Albert."
"You!!!" Albert roared, drawing a gun from his drawer, but before he could react,Boss Jon swiftly raised his own firearm and fired a single shot. The bullet found its mark, striking Albert in the head and silencing him instantly. The room became eerily quiet as Boss Jon stood over Albert's body, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he spoke, his voice cold and calm. "That's what you get for messing with Boss Sephiro," he said, his words cutting through the silence like a knife.
Jon put away his gun and walked away from Albert's body, his mind now focused on their mission to obtain the vibranium.
Meanwhile outside the mansion
In the police station, Vice Captain Eddie Thompson was gearing up to head to the Hilton company, which had been targeted by terrorists.
Captain Edward Wilson insisted, "I should go too."
But Vice Captain Eddie shook his head. "No, Captain, you still have other tasks to handle. Let me take care of this. Besides, you've already dealt with a lot of things, like the school incident. That's why it's better for me to handle this."
Concerned, Captain Edward asked, "But what if something goes wrong?"
"Don't worry, Captain. Even if things go south, I assure you that our battalion of police won't let any harm come to us," Vice Captain Eddie reassured.
With a sigh, Captain Edward relented, "Very well. Just be careful, okay?"
With a nod of determination, Vice Captain Eddie Thompson acknowledged Captain Edward's concern. "I'll make sure to keep a close eye on things," he promised before heading out of the police station, his mind focused on the task ahead.
As Vice Captain Eddie headed to the Hilton company, he got ready in his mind for whatever might happen. He understood how crucial it was to stay alert and keep calm, even when things got dangerous.
After that, he encountered distraught workers huddled together, some of them visibly shaken and crying. He approached them with a reassuring presence.
"It's okay, folks. We're here to help. Is everyone alright?" Vice Captain Eddie asked, his voice calm yet authoritative.
One of the workers, a young woman with tear-streaked cheeks, spoke up, her voice trembling. "They... they came out of nowhere. We didn't know what to do. Thank you for saving us."
Vice Captain Eddie offered a reassuring smile. "You're safe now. That's what matters. Can you tell me if there's anyone injured? We have medical personnel on standby."
Another worker, a middle-aged man, nodded solemnly. "There are a few injuries, nothing too serious, thankfully. But it's been... it's been a nightmare."
"We'll get you all the help you need," Vice Captain Eddie assured them, his gaze scanning the area for any signs of danger. "For now, let's focus on getting everyone out of here safely."
With Vice Captain Eddie's guidance, the workers began to move towards the exits, their fear slowly giving way to a sense of relief as they were escorted to safety by the police officers.
As Vice Captain Eddie and his team pressed forward again, they encountered a group of henchmen. Vice Captain Eddie, attempting to avoid unnecessary bloodshed, called out, "Hold your fire, surrender now!"
However, the terrorists refused to comply, shouting, "Shoot them
With no other choice, Vice Captain Eddie and his team engaged in a fierce firefight, ultimately eliminating the terrorists who resisted.
After a long fight, Vice Captain Eddie won, but he saw that many innocent workers had been hurt or killed. It was a sad reminder of how much violence they had faced for no reason.
Moving ahead, Vice Captain Eddie headed to the main office, looking for Conrad Hilton, the rich owner of the company. But Conrad wasn't there. Instead, the office showed signs of the attack, making it even more confusing why Conrad had vanished.
With a serious look on his face, Vice Captain Eddie carefully searched the building. He worked with his team to find and help anyone who was stuck or hurt.
They worked really hard, going through each room carefully to make sure everyone was safe. Vice Captain Eddie felt better each time they rescued someone, knowing they were helping in the middle of all the chaos.
Despite their best efforts, they couldn't save everyone. Vice Captain Eddie felt a deep sadness as he paid tribute to those who had lost their lives in the attack. Amidst the chaos and devastation, he couldn't shake off his concern about finding Conrad Hilton, the owner of the company. But Conrad was nowhere to be found, which only made the situation more mysterious and urgent.
Once the chaos calmed down at the Hilton company, a bunch of reporters showed up. They were wearing old-fashioned hats and long coats, like you'd see in old movies. They had notebooks and cameras and were all trying to get the best spot to find out what happened during the terrorist attack.
"Hey, look here! Big news! Terrorists hit the Hilton company!" yelled a reporter, waving a newspaper with huge headlines.
With microphones in hand, the journalists were shouting out for any officials or people who saw what happened. They really wanted to know what happened and were trying really hard to get the full story.
Bright lights from cameras lit up the area as photographers took pictures of the mess left behind by the attackers. They captured the damage caused and the hard work of the police trying to make things right again.
Meanwhile
Mark's eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding his vision. "Where am I?"
"You're in our house," Gary Hawkins, Emily's father, replied with a serious expression.
Mark's heart sank as he realized he was face to face with Emily's father. He had always wanted to avoid meeting him because of the stark difference in their social statuses—Mark was just a poor boy, after all.
Emily interjected, trying to ease the tension. "Dad, don't make him nervous like that."
"Sorry, sorry," Gary chuckled nervously before continuing, "I heard that you and my daughter love each other."
Mark stuttered nervously, "Y-yes, sir."
Gary's expression softened as he chuckled, his laughter echoing in the room. Seeing Mark's nervousness reminded him of his own past. As a teenager, Gary had experienced poverty much like Mark's. It was a big difference from his wife Sharon, who was rich back then. Gary had to work really hard to become rich himself and show Sharon that he was worthy of her love.
Gary's tone grew serious as he broached a sensitive topic. "I heard that you come from a poor background, and that you have a sister and no parents, only an aunt. Is that true?"
Mark gulped nervously before replying, "Y-yes, sir."
Gary's gaze held steady as he pressed on, "Are you sure that you are worthy of my daughter, Emily?"
Mark's voice quivered slightly as he responded, "I may not be worthy now, but I will do everything to be worthy of her, sir."
Sharon Hawkins, Gary's wife, entered the room with a warm smile, her eyes filled with affection as she looked at her husband. "That's wonderful, isn't it, dear?" she said, her voice gentle and loving.
Gary met Sharon's gaze, a softness in his eyes as he said, "Let's see." There was a sense of pride evident in his voice as he continued, "We will see if he really is worthy for our daughter."
Sharon smiled warmly, showing she trusted Gary's opinion. "I trust Emily's choice," she said confidently. "And I think Mark will do well."
"Thank you, sir, ma'am," Mark said earnestly. "I promise I won't let any of you down."
"Wait, I forgot something," Mark realized. "Where are Michael and Chris?"
"Who?" Gary and Sharon said simultaneously, their expressions reflecting confusion and concern.
Mark quickly dismissed his concerns. "Um, nothing, sir, ma'am," he chuckled nervously, hoping to alleviate any worry they might have.
As Mark thought about what happened, he wondered about Michael and Chris. He recalled how Michael had attacked him from behind, knocking him out. "Why did you do that, Michael?" Mark wondered. "Why didn't you just let me go with you? Do you think I'm weak?"
Emily, noticing Mark's unease, spoke up reassuringly. "Don't worry about them, Mark. I'm sure they're okay," she said with a comforting smile, trying to ease his concerns.
But before Gary could speak, a mysterious gas began to envelop their manor, causing them to fall unconscious one by one.
As the gas spread through the room, Gary looked at Emily and Sharon with worry. "Emily, Sharon, are you..." His voice faded as the gas took effect, knocking him out.
Feeling the danger, Mark quickly spoke to Emily and her parents. "Sir, ma'am, I..." But before he could finish, darkness swept over him, and he passed out like the rest of them.
As the gas filled the manor, one of the henchmen reported to their leader, George. "Boss George, we've succeeded. They're all asleep," he announced, a hint of triumph in his voice.
Another henchman noticed someone unfamiliar among them. "Boss, there's another person here. Doesn't seem to belong to the Hawkins family."
George's expression turned serious as he weighed their options. "Capture him. Don't leave any witnesses," he commanded with a steely resolve. "Our mission is to transport them to our territory. We'll deal with them there, one by one."
The henchmen wore gas masks as they navigated through the gas, keeping themselves safe. With their faces hidden, they looked even scarier as they followed Boss George's orders without hesitation.
Meanwhile
Timeline: September 10, 1947
Location: Forest Hills High School.
Time: 3:00 PM
Mary Rose Fletcher sat in the classroom, the clock ticking towards 3 PM .
The TV in the classroom blared with the news anchor's voice, talking about what happened at the Hilton company. Mary Rose frowned as she paid close attention, trying to understand what was going on.
A classmate seated nearby leaned over, whispering, "Did you hear about what happened at the Hilton company?"
Mary Rose nodded, her expression grave. "Yeah, it sounds serious. I hope everyone involved is okay."
As Spider-Man lay unconscious among the gangsters, the fate of both the wealthy individuals and Mark, who had been caught up in the sinister plot, remained uncertain. With George's orders to transport them to their territory and eliminate them one by one, the situation grew increasingly dire.
Would Spider-Man wake up in time to stop the henchmen's plans? And what about Mark, who found himself unintentionally caught in the dangerous plot? Only time would tell as their fates hung in the balance, waiting to be revealed in the next chapter of this Backstory.
The Start Of Arc 2 The Slums