🪦 My Fisk would!

"None of you are special."

"This is a message. I've taken plenty of you arachnids off the board. I'll take even more. I'll take. And take. And take. Until none of you have anything left. And when you finally kill me you'll realize your little society isn't unique. It's not special."

Another punch to her face.

~

Behind them outside the street lamp fell down onto a car, sparking all over. Loud electrical pops drowned out distant shouting.

"Tell your vampire buddy you have competition. Tell all the little Spiders. With great power, comes great exploitation."

A fist slammed into her face. And another.

~

Glass scattered from the force, from where he broke the window. He was clearly being hurt. Injured. Instead of acting it he spun and slammed her from the ground into the wall.

"WHERE'S YOUR JOKES?!"

But there was always the chance they hadn't felt a proper brutalization yet. A proper vicious public beating. Or they had. But they'd forgotten.

His hands bled as the barbs popped through his palms.

He wanted to see her bones.

🪦 I tried to share my fries with you. I even saved you a chicken wing.

🪦 Char

I mean... You can be.