09-09-2004, 09:22 PM
Peter had gone back to his usual secluded self after Dan had informed him of this world's Spider-Man, and the horrible fate he had met. Their Spider-Man seemed to have everything he didn't, everything he had ever wished for. He wasn't hunted or hated or having to cling to the shadows to survive. He was loved. He was seen as a hero. It was a feeling he had longed to experience, even though he knew he never would. Their Spider-Man had the ideal life, the life he had longed for, and it was taken from him. As he lay motionless on the ceiling the anger inside him once again began to grow. And then he heard the scream.
His head bolted towards the scream's direction and his spider sense quickly followed suit. He was quick to follow the now enflamed Dan Ketch exiting the second story window of the building and taking to the skies. Such height would allow him to give the Punisher arieal support as well as allow him to rush back to Tessa should she be in any serious trouble. During the few short moments it took him to join the Punisher outside he had managed to slip his father's rosary out of his belt and around his neck. He knew it would be helpful when dealing with the trio of demons he saw up ahead. They were close. Whether they were just passing by or coming directly for them he was still unsure of, but the fact that they were as close as they were caused the spider to be on high alert. He put all lingering thoughts aside, all outside distractions were ignored, letting his spider sense guide him as he prepared do what he had been doing for the past four years, fight like hell.
His head bolted towards the scream's direction and his spider sense quickly followed suit. He was quick to follow the now enflamed Dan Ketch exiting the second story window of the building and taking to the skies. Such height would allow him to give the Punisher arieal support as well as allow him to rush back to Tessa should she be in any serious trouble. During the few short moments it took him to join the Punisher outside he had managed to slip his father's rosary out of his belt and around his neck. He knew it would be helpful when dealing with the trio of demons he saw up ahead. They were close. Whether they were just passing by or coming directly for them he was still unsure of, but the fact that they were as close as they were caused the spider to be on high alert. He put all lingering thoughts aside, all outside distractions were ignored, letting his spider sense guide him as he prepared do what he had been doing for the past four years, fight like hell.