Hey guys! Wadey here with the second part to my Spider-man Reboot. Below are scenes two and three of the first film. I must apologize about my tardiness. But who's gonna hold a grudge over one day?
Here's the recap:
Rhino tries to rob a bank. He almost succeeds. Then, he walks out the door to face about twenty cops. He bulldozes over them and suddenly, Spider-man is there! You can guess the rest. Rhino is neatly packed into a large Police van and our favorite wall crawler realizes he is late....... Again.
SCENE 2
Doctor Curt Connors was a patient man. But his patience has limits. He takes his works as a Biology professor VERY seriously. He was very fortunate indeed to get this job at ESU. Thanks to his old friend and colleague, Otto, who convinced the board that a teacher doesn’t need an arm to be successful. “Doc” Connors, as some of his more accomplished students had called him, lost his arm serving as an army vet a while back. He never talked about it much. Don’t feel sorry for him though. He doesn’t want nor need any. He expects nothing but the most effort from his students because he gives only his best effort. Unfortunately, his most talented student disappointed him almost every time.
“Ladies,” called Doc Connors,” this isn’t a salon. You are not being graded on your looks. If you wish to pass this class, I suggest that you leave the makeup at home.”
The girls who had been arguing rolled their eyes subtly and put away their things.
“Now as I was saying. This,” he gestured to a man sitting off by his desk, “Captain John-“
He was cut off by the door banged open and Peter Parker stumbled in.
“Sorry I’m late-“
“Save it,” Connors curtly interrupted and indicated for Parker to take a seat.
As Peter sat down, his best friend, Harry Osborn, mouthed to him: Where were you?
Later, was Peter’s reply.
“Lets see if I can finish this introduction without anymore incidents. Now this is Captain John Jameson from NASA.”
There was mild applause, most of it exaggerated by uber jock, Flash Thompson. Flash, while not being entirely dim witted (he did make it into college.), he wasn’t particularly bright. He made it through high school with the help of his former NFL star of a dad. The applause died down as the distinguished NASA officer stepped up to the podium.
“Thank you Doctor Connors for this opportunity and good afternoon to the rest of you,” the Captain fidgeted a little as he spoke, “I’ll try not to take up most of your time as this class ends shortly. As some if not most of you know, NASA landed on the moon………. Again.”
Parker and a select few students gave a light chuckle as the Captain removed a container from behind the podium.
“My team recently made a remarkable discovery in the form of this moon rock.”
The front row leaned forward to get a better look at the black rock the Jameson revealed from the silver container. The rock was inside of a large glass container with rubber glove inserts and what appeared to be a taser on the inside. Flash who happened to be sitting right behind Peter whispered in his ear.
“Is that where you’re from PUNY? Mars?”
Blonde hair whipped in Flash’s face as the extravagant Gwen Stacy tirned and faced the idiotic jock, “Leave him alone Flash. And just so you know, the Captain went to the MOON, not Mars, you ignoramus.”
As Flash tried to figure out whether or not Gwen was hitting on him, Doc Connors interrupted.
“Mr. Thompson, Ms, Stacy? Are you finished?”
Their faces flushed pink, and uttered their “Yes sirs.” Connors motioned for Captain Jameson to continue.
“Oh? Okay. So our recent research of this particular moon rock led to this discovery.”
The good captain then put his hands in the gloves and grabbed the mini-taser. He then shot the rock with at least 800 volts. The effect was immediate:
The rock began to pulsate and seemed to release a black “goo.” But goo didn’t move on it’s own.
Doctor Connors stepped up, “Whenever the object is subjected to an electrical discharge, this black residue comes alive. I use the term alive loosely because we haven’t had a chance to properly study the substance.”
The class looked on with awe and a curiosity towards the now bland looking moon rock. As Captain Jameson was about to continue, a beeping came from behind Connors’ desk.
“Sorry Captain, but we are already late.” He called out to the class as they were grabbing their bags, “Remember to study Sections 9 and 10 on the study of cellular lifespans and study for your Mid-Term next week!” As the class was filing out the multiple doors, Connors called out, “Parker, you wait here.”
Gwen and Harry walked over to Peter.
“We’ll wait for you by the library.”
“Kay.”
After everyone had left, Peter walked up to Doctor Connors who was conversing with Captain Jameson.
“You wanted to see me?”
“Yes. For two reasons: One, to introduce you to Captain John Jameson.”
Jameson shook Peter’s hand vigorously, “Nice to meet you.”
“The good captain here has a lot of experience in the filed and has offered to help you with your Mid-Term paper. As a reference only of course.”
“Gee thanks Doctor Connors.” Peter then studied John a little more closely, “Jameson? You wouldn’t happed to be related to-“
“Jonah? Yep that’s dad.” John looked down at his watch, “Dangit! I’m supposed to meet dad at the Ascot Club in twenty minutes! Doctor, it was a pleasure. I’ll just leave the specimen in the cold storage unit in your lab shall I?”
Connors nodded and Jameson grabbed his suitcase and jacket, Air Force cap in hand, and strolled out of the room.
“So, uh…….” Peter began, “What was the other thing?”
Connors rubbed the bridge of his nose, “Parker, I won’t lie to you. You are perhaps one of the brightest students in your class. Possibly smarter than half of the students I have taught over the years. But if you cannot perform, then I will fail you.”
“I know,” Peter said pleadingly, “but I’m juggling two jobs as it is. Add that on top of school work and tending to my aunt……… My schedule gets pretty hectic. I had to leg it just to make it to the last twenty minutes of your lesson.”
An idea popped into Doctor Connors’ vastly intelligent brain. It would be pushing the rules a bit, but it would be not only for Parker’s benefit but for science’s as well. After a few minutes deliberating on how far he should stick his neck out for Peter, he came to a decision.
“Parker, I may have a solution for you.”
“Really?” Peter didn’t want to get his hopes up, but he was willing to do almost anything to pass his best class. If this was his best class, you can imagine what his worst looked like.
“You see, even if you manage to turn your Mid-Term in ON TIME, you would still be half a credit short.
At this Parker hung his head. He didn’t know if he could afford another term in this class. But then Doc Connors delivered the punchline.
“However it is entirely possible that you could earn some extra credit to scrape by. And I can imagine that you would be especially interested in the project I’m working on.”
“What kind of project?”
“I’m performing experiments on the black ‘goop’ as it has been so named by Captain Jameson. I am willing to pay you minimum wage as long as you manage to keep up with the rest of the class from here on out. Not to mention that I could use an extra set of hands.”
Peter winced at the remark about the hands but Connors did not notice it. Parker looked at the stump that ended two inches above the elbow. No one knew how he lost the arm. And Parker was curious.
“Um………. Excuse me but would it be alright if I asked how you lost your-“
“We are not that well acquainted Peter. And that is a subject that I would prefer be left in the dark where it belongs.” Connors deemed it was time for another dismissal, “Parker, meet me in the ESU lab on Wednesday at 6:30 pm.”
“Yes sir,” Peter realized that he may have toed the line a little much and was as cordial as he could possibly be.
But as Peter was halfway down the hall, Connors came sprinting up behind him.
“Parker, I just want you to know that I have always been and probably always will be sensitive about my impairment. If I took out any hostility out on you I am sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“Well, anyway……. I am taking a chance on you Parker and I hope that you will not let me down.”
“I won’t.”
As Doctor Connors stepped back into his classroom, Peter walked away with a feeling of immense relief. He might pass Biology and he’s getting extra cash. Peter was so entranced at his good fortune, that he nearly forgot to head by the library. When he arrived, Harry was dozing and Gwen was absorbed in a book. The book, The Collected Works of William Shakespeare, lay open on the table, with Gwen’s nose just barely touching the papers.
“So how is Juliet doing today?”
“Desperate. Professor Keyes is making us all write a five thousand word paper on the symbolism portrayed in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Don’t get me wrong, great work, good dialogue, but add a five thousand word essay into the mix and you’ve got one booooooring night.”
“Bummer.”
“No kidding,” Gwen looked up at Peter, “Y’know, I could use a study buddy.”
“Me?” Peter was quickly thinking of a way out, “Nah, I get distracted easily. Why not Harry?”
“Harry?”
“Yeah.”
“You mean that Harry?”
Gwen pointed at the snoring, slobbering mess that was Harry Osborn.
“Okay, maybe not Harry.”
“Are you trying to ditch me?”
“No, it’s just that I got plans.”
“Doing what exactly,” Gwen’s eyes flashed.
“Working…….”
“Uh huh.”
“SERIOUSLY!”
Gwen looked at her watch, “Well, dad’s probably waiting up for me.”
“Oh. Okay. See you later then.”
“Yeah. Bye.”
As Gwen walked away, Peter walked over to the snoring mound on the library table.
“Harry. Harry! HARRY!”
You wouldn’t have been able to tell that Harry was asleep. In less than ten seconds, his face was wiped clean and the drowsiness had dissipated from his eyes.
“No need to yell. We’re in a library. Do you want us to get in trouble?”
“I’m already in trouble.”
Harry was trying really hard not to roll his eyes, “Well yeah, if you miss THAT many classes you’re bound to fai-“
“It’s about Gwen.”
“OH,”
Harry grabbed his pile of books and walked with Peter towards the lobby.
“She wanted me to help her study.”
Harry was incredulous, “And you said NO?”
“You disapprove?”
“Pete, I’m your best pal. I couldn’t have gotten through high school without you. But dude, you can be exceptionally dim about women sometimes.”
“Oh, and you’re the expert?” Peter barely held back the chuckle that had crept up on him.
“Well, I don’t wanna brag or anything…….”
“Then don’t before you’re forced to prove how much you REALLY know.”
“Look, all I’m saying is an ACTUAL human being of the opposite sex is interested in YOU. You need to rectify your mistake before someone else sweeps her off her feet.”
“You really have a way with words, y’know that right.”
“Dad got me a private tutor back in middle school about dating……… WAITAMINUTE!!!!!!!!!! WHAT TIME IS IT?!!!!”
Peter looked at the clock on the wall, “Round 5:30.”
“AWWWW Man my dad is gonna kill me!”
“What’s up?”
“I’ll explain later! Gotta go!”
Harry ran off leaving Harry in the middle of the hallway alone. But Peter was used to it by now. Guess I’m not the only one with secrets. Once Peter got outside, he grabbed his bicycle and rode off towards Queens. To his first real home and to an aunt who would be under the impression that he had lost weight in the last day since she saw him.
Scene 3
The man who was the Rhino was sitting in a jail cell. Trial was on hold pending investigation. He had been waiting patiently waiting without a word for several hours. Then a guard walked up.
“Hey tiny, front and center.”
The mammoth of a human being stood up, approached the left side wall, and put his hands behind his back. The guard had a time getting the handcuffs around his thick wrists.
“I’m gonna have to tell the chief to make some larger cuffs for people like you Big Boy.”
“If I had my suit, you wouldn’t be talking like that,” snarled the Rhino.
The guard shrugged, “That’s the difference between you and me: I don’t need a suit to give a performance worth mentioning.”
After Rhino had been properly bound, the guard escorted him to Interrogation Room #4. Rhino sat down and after ten minutes, a gruff grizzly police officer stepped in with a thick file in his hands.
“How are you doing today Alex?” the officer asked.
Rhino, otherwise known as Alex, looked up in boredom and remained silent.
“Or……. I’m sorry,” the officer looked back at the file, “This says here that your real name isn’t Alex O’Hirn. But Alexei Sytsevich.”
This actually surprised The Rhino, otherwise known as Alex whose real name was Alexei.
“And Alexei’s file is much thicker than Alex’s. Several charges of assault, battery, attempted murder, do you want me to go on?
“What do you want?”
“What I wanna know, is how a Russian born New Yorker THUG who shows no real aptitude for mechanics, hydraulics, or about anything other than hitting people hard, gets his hands on a highly durable and immensely strong ‘Rhino’ suit. You couldn’t have built let alone afford a suit as complicated as this.”
“You’ll find I’m full of surprises.”
“Uh huh.” The cop stared at Alexei for a minute, “Have it your way Alexei. I’ll just let you stew in your cell for a few days and see if you don’t become more cooperative.”
As the cop opened the door and motioned for the guard to take him back to his cell Alexei spoke up, “What about my phone call?”
“You got a phone call when you were brought in.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Yeah right,” chuckled the cop, “Like I’m gonna believe a liar. It’s procedure to give a suspect their phone call when they are signed in.”
At this, Alexei chuckled, “You make dis sound like a cheap motel. At least at the motel, I’ve got a closed stall.”
“Wait here.”
The cop stepped outside and walked over to the man looking through the one way glass.
“He’s not cracking Captain Stacy.”
Stacy gave the cop a look of indifference, “He will eventually. They always do.”
“Should I let him have his phone call?”
“Did he get one when he came in?”
The cop shrugged, “I don’t know. I wasn’t there and I heard our guest was a little rowdy on the way in. it might have been overlooked.”
“Let him have the call. See if we can trace it.”
“Yes sir.”
The cop walked back in and dismissed the guard.
“Hooray for the big man in charge Tiny. Looks like you get your call.”
The cop led him to outside the holding cells where a series of pay phones were attached to the walls.
“Make it quick. You don’t wanna miss the mystery meat dinner.”
Alexei ignored him and picked up the receiver. He dialed in the number and waited for the other line to pick up. After three rings, the line clicked.
“What do you want Alexei?” the voice was masked by way of a voice synthesizer.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“I saw your little rampage on the six o’clock news. That was some piece of hardware.”
“You should know.”
“Alexei, you do realize these calls are recorded?”
“Yes.”
“Then speak not what sensitive ears shouldn’t hear.” The voice chided severely.
“Will you be able to give me a good ………… defense?”
After a pause the voice spoke up, “Alexei, what is to say that you would not stumble gain? How can I trust you when you blunder at even the most menial of tasks?”
“I will not fail you.”
It seemed an eternity before the voice spoke again, “Very well. I’ll provide you with a suitable defense. But if you fail me again, you WILL be expendable to me. Are we clear?”
“Crystal sir.”
Alexei hung up the phone and was escorted back to his cell where he laid down and ignored his meal which had been brought in on a tray while he was talking with his “employer.” The cop reported back to Captain Stacy who had been listening in on the call.
“So what are you thinking?”
Stacy rubbed his chin, “We couldn’t trace the call. And any analyzer can’t make out a voice when it’s masked like that. Sytsevich has friends in high places who like to live in the gutter.”
“And the conversation?”
“His ‘friend’ apparently has some pull somewhere if he feels that Alexei is going to get out of this mess. And I’ll bet my retirement that THIS is the guy who supplied him the suit.”
“But can we prove that?”
“Not yet but we will.”
“You seem very optimistic.”
“No, just experienced. Now if you excuse me, my daughter should have finished her studying by now. I’ll check in tomorrow morning to see if our new tenant has changed his mind. But we’re going to have exert some pressure before this oversized egg cracks. Call me if anything changes.”
“Yes sir.”
Captain George Stacy left the building and got into his cruiser. He wasn’t in a big hurry to get home but he needed a rest.
Back in his cell, Alexei Sytsevich smiled.
That's it for now. If you are interested in reading up on Scene One or any of my other Fan Casts, click any of the links below:
MARVEL:
Spider-man Part 1
Secret War
The Initiative
Doctor Strange
DC:
Batman 3
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