Sep — Roleplayer Guild

Peter jumped into the dark, the roar of water falling all around him. At the last possible moment, he twisted, firing a webline straight up. Grabbing hold tight, the line stretched and brought him gradually to a stop. Hanging upside down, twisting so his feet held onto the web holding him above the bottomless pit. He closed his eyes, listening to everything going on around. Trying to hone in on anything that sounded out of the ordinary. Ordinary. Nothing about this was ordinary; he was wearing a form-fitting suit, hanging from a web in the sewer, chasing down a giant lizard, who also happened to be a world-renowned scientist. How was he supposed to determine what was out of the ordinary when the situation screamed extraordinary? He hung there for a moment, then nearly jumped out of his skin as his phone rang. 

Answering it as quickly as possible to stop the ring. "What? Now's not really a good time."

"Busy with the trolls?" Hearing your own voice coming back through the phone at you would never feel normal. There was always an edge to it, a chill in his spine as if someone had slid a block of ice down the centre of his back.

Trolls?"What like Triple-J? No? A giant lizard. Curt Connors, if you remember him." A test, Peter remembered Doctor Connors, many moons ago from an apprenticeship at Oscorp. Would Pete remember him? It was a stupid test, a game the two played with each other. Who remembers what? As if a single forgotten memory would shine light on their situation, who was the original, and who was the fake?

There was a definitive silence for a moment. "-Okaaaaay, Doctor Connors the giant lizard. Yup that sounds about right for what you deal with."

"Look I can't really chat right now, can I call you back?"

"Yeah I just wanted to let you know we were-"DANGER His whole body tensed, his 'Spidey' sense going off, alerting him to the present and immediate danger. Dropping the webline, he fell as the Connors leapt at him from a hidden tunnel through a waterfall. Peter fumbled with the phone as he shot a web at the lizard; the line pulled taut, taking Peter with the lizard down another passageway. Hitting the end-call, he struggled to slip the phone back into his pocket, dropping it. Swearing to himself, he grabbed the line with both hands, digging in with his feet and pulling back. 

Curt roared in pain, dropping to all fours and sending his tail out like a whip. It cracked and tore through the web. It was too slow. Peter already had another in place, this one connected Connors torso with the floor behind him. Walking forward, arms outstretched Peter fired another, and another. Left arm, right wall, right arm, left wall, tail ceiling, torso behind him. Another and another, crissed and crossed. As Peter stepped around the twisting and turning webs, Connors roared and snapped. "What happened to you Doc? I mean, the new interns can't be that hard to deal with?"

Peter was about to turn to face the Lizard when he saw a flickering light at the end of the tunnel. Not something one usually sees down in the sewers. As he went to walk towards it, he heard the webs strain under the pressure as Connors pushed against them, snapping and roaring with a new fervour. "Oh, you don't want me to go down there?" Peter turned to face him and stopped. 

The lizard turned quiet, Peter lifted a foot and turned towards the light and he began to growl again. Whipping around, a quick thwip and a glob of web covered the lizard's snout, holding his mouth closed. Peter walked forward and punctured two nasal holes. "Don't want you to suffocate, I'm going to go back there-" He pointed over his shoulder. "-and take a look at what you don't want me to see, you be a good lizard and keep watch here, okay?"

Danger

Peter turned back to face Connors but he was still webbed up. How could he pose a risk, and why did his sense seem so muted? He felt it again, and as he went to turn, the next thing he felt was something solid colliding with the back of his head, and he fell face down in the water.

The first thing I feel is numb. A general sense of nothing. The emptiness causes the pit of my stomach to twist and turn, the unease creeping from my core outwards. Twisting and contorting through my veins until it reaches the farthest points of my body, I can feel the scream of agony bouncing around my head as the unease fights to break free from the body that binds it. My body. Yet, it does not feel like mine. Atleast, not how I remember it. Not as sensation returns, it's as if the nerve endings in my body had been asleep. Awoken by the unease, the sinking feeling of dread shocked them into a state of alertness. 

The cold hard slab beneath me, the restraints around my ankles, waist, wrists and neck. Each choking me in its own way, keeping me restrained. The pressure of them on my skin is like a swarm of ants attempting to burrow into my skin. A voice, in the distance, pierces the deafening silence. My body recoils in surprise, and bile joins the unease in my throat. It burns as I swallow it back down, spluttering slightly as I do so. "It appears the subject is awake." That voice, it was the one that haunted the nightmares, no matter the depth of the slumber, it always dove down to meet it. Filling my every unwoken moment. The voice of a man as cold as the slab beneath me, and as piercing and sanitary as the lights hanging above me. 

"Do you wish to sedate it?" There was the other. The grating voice. It was rough like sandpaper, and I could feel it scratch its way into hmy ears, and yet it was better. For once, it was in, it didn't spread the chill throughout my body like the main voice. 

"That will be unnecessary. The subject being awake will help us take more accurate results of the next round of testing, wouldn't you agree?"

"It will also lead to him suffering unnecessarily." There was the warm voice, the soothing voice. Whenever my nightmares turned to dreams, it was always the voice that comforted me. The voice of reason, a good man. A helpful man. The good man often brought me extra rations, food with taste. Rather than the nutrient paste and water that the others gave me. 

"Remember it is a subject, you knew this at the start of the project. If you need to be removed-"

"No. No, I'm okay."

"Then let us begin." Pain, a white hot pain in my head. I can feel something crawling under my skin trying to get out, my stomach turns, and I taste bile as the vomit forces its way out of my throat. It lands on my chest, it burns my skin as the heavens open and water crashes down upon my skin. Through the vomit, and the water. I scream.
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