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"You did this all!"
Just as Reiran emerged from the basement, she was met with a gruesome scene. The area outside was a bloodbath—bodies lay strewn across the ground, organs scattered like macabre decorations, and the walls were painted crimson. It was a sight that would make any normal person retch.
But Reiran was far from normal. The people in this building had stripped her of her humanity, turning her life into a living hell. Now, as she surveyed the carnage, a twisted sense of satisfaction washed over her. Finally, she had her revenge. The ones who had slaughtered her entire family were dead, and it was all thanks to her savior.
She turned to Peter, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and gratitude, "What is your name?" She asked, her voice soft yet filled with hope. She wanted to know the name of the man who had given her this justice, to engrave it in her heart forever.
"Peter Parker." He replied, his gaze steady as he walked toward a specific room in the building, "But you can call me Peter."
"Peter, Peter, Peter..." Reiran repeated his name under her breath, a small smile tugging at her lips. Finally, she knew the name of her savior.
As they walked, Peter entered a room, and in an instant, something leaped onto his head.
"Good job, Velora." Peter praised, his tone warm. The spider on his head—Velora—responded with an animated smile, rubbing her nose in a gesture of confidence.
Reiran, startled by the sudden appearance of the spider and its peculiar behavior, "T-This spider? What is it?"
"Don't worry, she's my friend. Her name is Velora." Peter explained, anticipating Reiran's shock.
"O-Oh! Uh, hi, Velora." Reiran stammered, nodding her head in greeting. To her surprise, Velora bowed her head in return, as if acknowledging her, 'What an amazing spider!' Reiran thought, her initial fear giving way to curiosity.
Inside the room, Peter's attention was drawn to a massive safe. He set Reiran down and approached it, from his left hand a blade extended from his wrist. With a few swift strikes, he sliced the safe open, cutting it into two pieces.
"Finally, some green leaves." Peter remarked with a satisfied smirk, eyeing the stacks of cash inside, 'It would've been great if I had an inventory.' He thought briefly, but shook his head. This was reality, and he'd have to make do. He decided to take enough money to buy a large house and still have plenty left for other needs.
As he scanned the room for a bag or suitcase, he felt a tug at his waist. Turning around, he saw Reiran holding two small black suitcases.
"Here, I think you need these." She said, offering them to him.
"Yeah, thanks." Peter replied with a smile, patting her head before taking the suitcases. The gesture made Reiran feel a sense of safety she hadn't known in years. When Peter pulled his hand back, she stood behind him, her posture straight and ready to assist however she could.
The suitcases weren't large, but they were enough to hold ten million dollars. For Peter, it was more than sufficient to secure a house and still have plenty left over.
Once the suitcases were filled, Peter turned to Reiran, "Okay, let's go." He said, but then paused, noticing her disheveled appearance, "You need a bath and some new clothes." He added, eyeing her dirty white skirt.
Reiran looked down at herself, suddenly self-conscious. Peter pulled out his phone and quickly typed a message.
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Elsewhere, inside an abandoned building, Gwen was hard at work. The once-empty space was now filled with liquid-filled jars, microscopes, and other equipment necessary for creating the serum.
"So, is it finished?" Mary asked, her eyes hopeful as she stared at the small tube of green liquid in Gwen's hand.
"If I'm right, this should be able to turn Dr. Connors back into a human." Gwen replied, her focus unwavering. When Mary had called her earlier, explaining everything Peter had instructed them to do, Gwen had already been at their base, having arrived early in the morning.
"That's great!" Liz chimed in, smiling as she patted Gwen's shoulder.
Buzz!
Mary's phone vibrated, interrupting the moment. She pulled it out and saw a message from Peter.
"It's from Peter." She announced, glancing at Liz and Gwen. The two nodded, urging her to read it aloud.
Mary opened the message, her expression shifting to one of confusion, "He's telling us to come to his house with a pair of woman's clothes." She said, her voice tinged with disbelief.
A shared thought crossed their minds, 'Did he get a new girl?'
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After leaving Hell's Kitchen with Reiran, Velora and the money, Peter made his way back to his house, moving stealthily since it was still daylight. He landed on the roof and used his spider legs to slip through the window into his room.
The first thing he saw were three women standing in his room, their eyes sharp and accusatory.
"Care to explain what's going on? And who is she?" Gwen demanded, speaking for the group. They had suspected Peter might bring a woman home after reading his message, but seeing a woman in his arms confirmed their fears.
Reiran, who got down was now standing nervously behind Peter, glanced at the three women, "W-Who are they?" She asked, her voice trembling as Gwen, Liz, and Mary stared her down.
"Reiran, they're my girlfriends." Peter said calmly.
Reiran's mouth fell open, her eyes widening in shock. The revelation left her speechless, her mind struggling to process the idea that her savior had not one, but three girlfriends.
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Meanwhile, back in Hell's Kitchen, Kingpin had just received the news that one of his buildings had been attacked. Without hesitation, he rushed to the scene.
When he arrived, the sight that greeted him was nothing short of horrifying.
"What the hell?!" Kingpin growled, his voice a mix of shock and fury as he stepped inside the building.
The scene was a nightmare come to life. Blood pooled on the floor, splattered across the walls, and organs were scattered like grotesque confetti. Even Kingpin, a man who had seen his fair share of violence, felt a wave of nausea wash over him. His face paled as he took in the carnage, his jaw tightening in anger.
"Who did this?" He demanded, his voice low and dangerous. He turned to one of his men, who stood trembling behind him.
"W-We don't know, sir." The man stammered, his voice shaking, "No one was left alive. We'll have to check the security cameras to find out what happened."
Kingpin's eyes narrowed, his fists clenching at his sides. This wasn't just an attack—it was a message. Someone had dared to strike at him, to challenge his authority in his own territory. And whoever it was, they would pay dearly.
"Find out who did this." Kingpin ordered, his voice like ice, "I want answers, and I want them now."
As Kingpin's men scrambled to obey, a figure watched from a distance. Outside, on the roof of a building across the street, a woman was standing. She was striking, her presence almost otherworldly.
Her blood-red hair cascaded down her back. Her face was seductively beautiful, with sharp features, full red lips, and piercing eyes that seemed to glow with an inner fire. Her body was curvaceous and alluring, her figure so perfectly proportioned that it could captivate anyone, man or woman alike. She wore a sleek black bodycon dress that clung to her every curve, accentuating her ample breasts and round, plump hips.
But what truly set her apart were the two sharp fangs that glinted faintly as she smiled.
"Finally, I found him." She murmured, her voice a sultry purr. Her lips curled into a wide, seductive smile, revealing the fangs that marked her as something far from human.