I came back from the dead.
I don't know if this has happened more than once in history, but if it hasn't, then I'm the only one who managed to escape from his own grave. What a horrible place to die if you were wondering.
Knowing that he now had a mission, he decided to entertain himself by thinking as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop in the direction of what he remembered as some kind of laboratory, this one belonged to a man named, Eddie Brock, this guy seemed to be his ...Cousin? Or something similar, he didn't know, but he had already made a decision, well, two, one was not to involve anyone that he had met before waking up in his new life, the second was to get that black liquid that was in that laboratory.
—Nearby.
That was all he could say for now, he knew his throat was not yet recovered, though at least he had the water he managed to drink from the rain to keep him from feeling so thirsty and take a problem off his list.
Who knew that not drinking water or talking for who knows how long would leave his throat so damaged?
Well, it's not like he wanted to say anything else either, that's what he had his mind for. And it's not like anyone could come and read it.
—Very... close.
For one moment, the wishes of his soul came true. Why? Because the waiting was over, he could see the building where what he was looking for was located to begin with, without hesitation, he jumped from a rooftop to the roof of this place, from there he climbed through a ventilation duct, starting to move silently room by room until he found just what he wanted.
Somehow, he felt he was making reference to something moving through the vent, but he didn't think anything of it. There went another reference, though he didn't know what he was referring to to begin with.
—Finally.
Without hesitating twice, seeing the wall full of lockers, he decides to get down from the duct, but not before lifting the grille and throwing spider web towards the cameras, temporarily covering them, with this done he checks if there is no one here today, seeing that no one is here today he decides to jump from the duct to the ground falling upright and without scratches.
Then, to not prolong the situation he decides to break the locker, tearing it with his hands is that he manages to see a glass container with a black liquid inside it.
He has seen it many times, he knows what it is, the horrible things he will do if he makes the mistakes of his past, as well, something like a lost future. Now, he won't fail, after all, he didn't rise from the dead only to die again.
—Partner.
This word is the only word he can say about what is contained in the vessel, he knows what it is capable of, he knows it very well, for this very reason he and he alone must carry it.
This way no one will get hurt. It won't be today, or tomorrow, or rather, never.
Alarm bells soon ring, he knows full well that his infiltration has failed like a chronicle of death foretold, so he simply climbs back up the duct and returns the way he came with his arm around the container like a mother around her baby, though it's not the comparison he'd like to use.
By the time he realised he was already out on the rooftop, he reached out his hand just like in his memories and spider web came out from under his right wrist, so he didn't hesitate to jump and swing to another rooftop, from there he started jumping from rooftop to rooftop until he decided to go down to a dark and empty alley, where nobody would go if they had two fingers in front of them.
Lucky he didn't.
—Mission... protect. World.
He tried to give the artificial symbiote a message as he poured the liquid over his right hand, watching as it reacted and attached itself to his body like a virus, only unlike other people, he didn't stop the assimilation, he allowed it.
An image ran through his mind and the black that covered him imitated the image..
A black suit, a big white spider in the middle and on his back, small white squares on his hands, as well as the black cloak remained in place, covering his body completely, while his face also resembled the image he had in mind from the beginning.
—Cool.
That was his opinion of the job his new tenant had done on the costume.
—Spider...
Thanks to the symbiote his neck was slowly healing, this allowed him to speak as long as the suit was active.
—We are... Spider-Man. Our mission? To protect all that can be protected.
Somehow, the symbiote seemed to find himself in agreement with that idea, as odd as it sounded.
Now, I wanted to check on some specific people, just so I wouldn't have any future problems.
—Reinforce my webs if you can.
With that said as he throws his webs again they now have a black colour to them, that's good, so he decides to swing for the first time in his life, and it felt like he had been prepared all his life to do it.
×××××
The first option he had in mind was his relatives, Spider-Man decided to check on something he knew would happen these days for what he believed to be his memory, and that's why he quickly headed for the farthest part of New York where he found what he was looking for.
—Osborn.
His words said it all, the Osborn home would also be the birthplace of a true monster, one that the resurrected one would come to stop if necessary, because the last thing he wanted to have in his way was a pest like that thing.
But despite his beliefs, for about two hours, nothing happened, the only sound that rang through the forest had been that of the wind, this somehow made Spider-Man sigh, who expected the fire to be the first thing his eyes would see for a while, but no, at no time did anything out of the ordinary happen, so Peter ended up going elsewhere again in search of the next important person on his list.
What was his next target?
That was a good question, the undead searched his head for an answer, so he decided to move on to the place he could once call home. Even if he could no longer call it that, Spidy knew he had to look out for the welfare of his family, even in death. That was the least he could do for the suffering he was putting them through.
—Ben, May.
These were the words running through Peter's head as he stood on the roof of a house opposite the Parker's, and thankfully, his early death had brought peace to the Parkers, this time, only his death was able to bring peace of mind to the poor couple, even if it hurt, he thought it was the right thing to do.
Peter can see them, preparing to go to sleep, they hug sadly, but he knows that this is the only way to keep them safe, to keep them from suffering more than necessary.
The undead remembers a phrase that has been his compass so far, and has been for his other selves, one that cannot be erased from his head, just like an irreversible command.
"With great power comes great responsibility".
It is not his own, his uncle has never said this phrase, but somehow he knows it, he doesn't know when, but someone said it to him, and it is for these words, or rather, the value hidden in them, that many fight tirelessly. Peter somehow feels he cannot be less, he feels it is his duty, whether he likes it or not. For this is all he has.
—Enough observation..
With these words said he gets up from the squatting position he was in and starts running across the roof of the house and extends his left hand to throw a web to some specific place, with his other hand he grabs this and at the end he jumps off the roof of the house, swinging off into the distance.
What happened can be summed up by Spider-Man stopping all the crimes he saw around him without hesitation, because the last thing he wanted was to allow crime to persist in his city, so he stopped every criminal by breaking one or two of their bones so he wouldn't have to deal with them for a while.
At the end of the night he watched the light slowly emerge as dawn broke, the undead hadn't even slept but he didn't feel sleepy to begin with.
—Are you hungry—The undead asked the creature in his suit, to which the creature simply relayed the message mentally, to which Parker took it as a "Yes"—. You don't talk much, do you? Well, that makes two of us.
With those words they both headed specifically to a shop that was just about to open, but Peter stopped about to enter, this was because he remembered that he had no money, so he returned to the darkness of the alleys, or at least that was until he saw a woman and two guys enter, what happened was the most clear, these guys wanted to rape her, so Spider-Man made his appearance and gave them a beating.
—What can I do to pay you back?—Asks the woman, to which Spider-Man shakes his head and bends down to check the bodies of the criminals, taking some money from them, to that the woman replies the next words:
—Why are you taking money from them?
To this question Spider-Man speaks for the first time and answers.
—I don't have any money. They won't need it anyway.
With those words Spider-Man leaves and enters the shop from before, being the first customer of the day of the guy at the counter, a black person to be exact, he is quickly amazed to see a guy covered in black with a spider drawn on his chest, it is clear that this is the guy who appears in the news.
—Chocolate.
This is all the figure says to the man, who nods quickly and sells it to him, specifically several bars of chocolate.
—Have a nice day, sir..
With nothing more to say, Spider-Man climbed up to the roof of a nearby building, and once on top he decided to free part of his mouth from the symbiote and start eating the chocolate while leaving the other two bars for his alien friend, who took a little while to eat what they had brought him, although in a few seconds he ended up completely devouring the food brought by the arachnid.
—Tasty? I think the same. Enjoy your meal.
Those were the arachnid's words to the symbiotic suit, knowing in his gut that the latter could understand him in some way, or at least until he developed full awareness.
—Now... What am I going to do next?—Parker wonders in his head, knowing he can't get involved in society, so he has no choice but to survive on the money of criminals until he can find a way to survive without other people's money—. I'll see what I can come up with.
On the other hand, the arachnid was also thinking about what he should do next with his life, but in the end he discarded all ideas as today another event would happen during the night, so he had to prepare himself properly as the next few nights would be a bit busy.
—Enough food, we have work to do.
Since Peter Parker had ceased to exist, now only Spider-Man had the right to act, and that meant he was going to keep fighting until the end of time. Even if he was alive, dead, or somewhere in between, it didn't matter, his reason for existing was already there, now all he had left to do was fight.