Earth vs. the Spider Page #3

Okay, now l need a moving target.

Okay, boy, l'm sorry.

I'll get you out.

I'm hungrier than l thought.

Oh, God!

What's the hurry?

Watch out!

You crazy!

No!

Come here!

I am not crazy!

-Get off of me!

-I could rob you.

Hey. I could rape you.

-Please, stop! No!

-What the f***?

You're safe, go home. Why are

you crying? He was hurting you.

He was not! He was not!

He is my boyfriend, you psycho!

91 1 ! Please send the police--

You don't need the police.

-What are you?

-I'm your hero.

Don't touch me! Don't touch me!

Wait! Stop!

Shut up!

Jesus Christ.

Police!

What kind of weird, freaky sh*t

are you into?

What is this sh*t? Huh?

Hey, Thor.

What are you doing here?

Where's Quentin? What's going on?

" Dear Stephanie,

please take care of Thor.

I can't right now. Quentin."

I want to tell you what's happening.

I want you to help me.

-But l'm too scared.

-Quentin?

I don't want you to be afraid of me.

I don't want to lose you.

Looks like a mummy.

Well, he looks like he was....

How should l put it technically?

-Like something sucked the life out.

-Christ.

Yeah. I think blasphemy is

probably appropriate here.

Getting dry-sucked killed him.

But before, he was thrown on

these shelves with incredible force.

Sound familiar?

Okay, doc,

let's see what else we can find.

It looks like very big cobwebs.

Anybody heard from Williams?

There's blood on the step.

Have it typed against Williams.

-How is she?

-Fine, since we cut her free.

She's babbling about

some guy with a claw.

Get her medical attention,

have her screened for drugs.

I can't believe it.

I can't believe it.

Quentin, are you okay?

Open the door!

-Goddamn it, open the door!

-Stephanie.

-Not now.

-You sound terrible.

Let me help you.

You're scaring me now, okay?

I'll get Thor. You want to see Thor?

He really misses you.

Wait!

I need to ask you something.

Anything.

Would you ever have....

-Would you have gone out with me?

-You?

Of course l'd go out with you.

You never asked me.

I wanted you to.

-Quentin? Ask me now.

-I can't.

Why?

-It's too late.

-It's not too late.

It is.

Go away, please. Please!

Go away.

Oh, my God.

I can make this work.

I can control this.

Oh, no.

Hungry! Still hungry!

Hungry! Still hungry.

Still hungry! Shut up!

Still hungry! Shut up!

Still hungry!

Hey, b*tch!

-What did you say?

-I didn't say nothing.

I'm here.

Hey, Renty.

Where you at?

Down here.

Oh, yeah? What are you doing?

Creaming with the cockroaches?

No. Your sister.

-Motherf***er! l'm coming down.

-Kick his ass.

Where you at?

Lloyd, get down here

and help me find him.

No!

Get away from me, man--

No!

I saw the news.

-Did they find him yet?

-The killer?

Not the killer.

I don't give a damn about the killer.

I don't care if he kills

the whole f***ing city.

Nobody's seen Officer Williams.

Maybe he got himself lost,

or he got himself dead.

Either way, he's out of your life.

Oh, Jack.

Oh, Jack.

I used to love you so much.

You were so strong.

I need strength, Jack.

I need him. I'm sorry.

-You've done something to him.

-What?

You liar, he's not dead!

You jealous bastard,

you know where he is!

You're one piece of work.

I know you know where he is!

-Can you help me with this?

-This is not a forensics laboratory.

Dr. Callaway, you are the manager.

-Why was Kemmer fired?

-It's standard for breached security.

That's fair enough.

-Tell me, what exactly do you do?

-That's classified information.

I know, top secret.

The sign says BiochemCo.

I assume you do genetics research?

Genetic engineering?

The engineering of genetic material?

If l get a warrant,

all of your work becomes public.

Okay.

You ever see what a spider can do?

What it can survive?

Sure, l remember my biology.

They regenerate limbs.

They're strong, fast, and have a

constant hunger that makes them kill.

Right.

Any data on introducing spider

material into a human organism?

-We never got that far.

-That you know of.

Quentin? Quentin!

You are in there. This is bullshit.

You have to talk to me.

Go away. Please.

Quentin?

Go away.

Fine! You got it.

And l'm keeping your dog.

Somebody stop me.

I'll call the police.

-Don't move.

-You got it.

I told you l had superhero powers.

What do l do with them?

I don't know.

What do you want?

-You need help.

-I'm beyond help, or l'm gonna be.

That's why l'm here.

Here's your money.

You've been a good friend to me.

What's wrong?

Hungry.

-Dude, l got McNuggets--

-No!

Stay still!

Remember what you told me

about spiders and prey?

I need to know one thing.

I looked in all my comics.

What would kill

the Arachnid Avenger?

-His heart.

-What?

His heart.

What kind of fan are you?

lssue four, an early one, dude.

His heart's human.

It breaks and doesn't grow back.

Don't move...

...until l'm gone.

Damn.

I always knew this sh*t was real.

-Ever feel like you just can't move?

-Every day and every night.

Like someone's tied you up,

and you can't find the knot.

After a while it makes sense

to stop struggling.

You know what l'm struggling with?

l'm trying to finish up here.

Yeah, l got you, Walter.

Me too.

-Thanks, buddy.

-Thank you, Grillo.

-See you soon.

-Yeah. Be careful out there.

Mr. Kemmer.

It's Detective lnspector Grillo.

I'd like to talk to you.

Mr. Kemmer?

Come on, don't make this hard.

It's very important

that l speak with you.

Save us both a lot of trouble.

Please open up.

Wrong place.

Wrong place, wrong time.

-Inspector Grillo.

-The blood outside the liquor store.

-It's Williams' blood.

-Thanks, Doc.

-What about the other specimen?

-What about it? lt's a spider web.

I know, but l thought there might be

another component there.

-Like what?

-Deoxyribonucleic Acid.

Human DNA?

Jack, listen to me. Be careful.

They're about to pull you

off the case.

Kemmer?

Kemmer, is that you?

I can help you.

Just come out

where l can see you.

Williams!

Didn't kill me...

-...like the rest.

-The rest?

Okay, l'm going to get you down.

-Too late.

-No, it's not too late.

Kill me.

-Jack?

-Trixie?

Keep me and my baby apart?

You're wrong, Jack.

No, baby! Don't come here!

I know you have him in there.

Trixie!

Get away from her now!

Get away!

I'm here. It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay, baby.

Trix, l'm so sorry.

Hello?

It's okay, Thor.

I'm coming. Hold on.

Come on.

Damn it.

Quentin?

Oh, my God.

-Oh, my God!

-You'd better go away.

-I'll get you down.

-No. You don't understand.

He's here.

He's here.

-Save her.

-What?

Save her? Yes.

I very much want to save her.

Stop killer.

-Want me to shoot you?

-Don't shoot him!

I won't do it.

No, l won't do that.

-It's not too late!

-I won't.

Stop! Stay away from her!

Don't make me do this!

-Stop!

-Don't shoot him!

Thank you...

...for saving me.

I rarely say this,

but that's not for sale.

This is the new, limited edition:

Quentin Arachnid.

He's a friend of mine.

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