“You run, Spider, but you know we’ll catch you.”
And Eddie made sure Peter could feel it, the breath of the monster just behind him, growing closer with every swing like a nightmare.
“We're done talking, Spider.”
The stone cracked beneath claws. His elongated jaw pulled back in a feral grin, tongue writhing out like a serpent tasting the air.
“You had your chances, all of them. But jokes don’t stitch wounds, and apologies don’t bring back what we lost.” —
He crashed into the alley’s side, scraping along brick as he pursued Peter, each movement a brutal echo of the Spider’s elegance. less refined, but relentless. A trash bin exploded beneath his feet as he landed again, vaulting over it with monstrous ease. —
What we do is different! We do not slay the innocent, we take out the trash. Those who hurt the innocent, those who take the lives of the innocent!
We do not kill without reason.