Scarlet Spider Issue 8

So soon you may ask? My answer is "YES SO SOON!"! We are booking the hell out of this story arc, and it only gets better from here!

-Co-creator Richard Wilson III

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Scarlet Spider

Issue 8

To Be Taken With a Grain of Sand

Part 3

Man vs. Beach

By: Tim Ruppenthal and Richard Wilson III

Parker Family Apartment, 10:02 AM

(Wesley, Mayday and Connor all sit in the living room, watching a TV Movie, when it’s interrupted by a Special News Bulletin as Peter and Mary Jane enter the apartment)
Helicopter Newscaster: We are coming to you live from Times Square, where a giant sand monster, confirmed to be Flint Marko, aka the Sandman, is currently engaging a masked vigilante with what appears to be Spider Powers. We are unable to get a closer look at the mysterious—

Helicopter Cameraman: Oh my God!

Helicopter Co-Pilot: PULL UP! PULL U—

(The helicopter is suddenly hit by a sand column, breaking the transmission)
Newsroom Anchor: We have confirmation that the Strategic Homeland Intervention Espionage Logistics Division, or SHIELD, is on route to Times Square as—

Wesley: They won’t get there fast enough; SHIELD’s dealing with a situation in Northern Russia right now!
Mary Jane: Peter?
Peter: I’m too old for this, and in my condition, I wouldn’t be of much help anyway

Mayday: My old suit’s in storage across town, so I—Connor?
(Connor ran to his room, and was busy rummaging through his closet, pulling out an old Spider-Man Halloween costume)

Mayday: No, you are not—

Connor: YES I am! The Scarlet Spider needs my help!

Peter: Connor, your father is trying to get a call into SHIELD to get a strike team here as soon as they can…

Connor: Ben’ll be DEAD by then! I’m going!
(Connor grabs the costume and leaps out his open window, onto the rooftops heading towards Times Square)
Mayday: Dad…

Peter: He’ll be okay dear, we’ll watch from here and if anything gets out of hand, we’ll go ourselves…

Times Square, 10:08 AM

(Sandman has reabsorbed much of the surrounding sand and stands at 15 feet tall, continues to pull in more to resurrect the columns of sand damaged by the helicopter crash)

Sandman: What? No more sand jokes!?

Ben (Struggling to keep his footing): I don’t know, though a friend of mine would ask is you’re compensating for something right now…

Sandman: That hurts! But not as much as this is gonna!

(Sandman makes a giant fist out of sand, and reels back for a finishing blow)
Connor: HEY! SANDY McSANDPANTS! YOU LEFT YOUR LIGHTS ON!

Sandman: What the hell!?
(Connor comes flying in from one of the buildings and kicks a hole through the Sandman’s face, making him drop his fist and fall to the ground in a pile of sand)
Connor: BLUGH! And I thought the beach was bad…

Ben: What the hell are you doing here!? And what the HELL ARE YOU WEARING!? HAVE YOU NO SHAME!?
Connor: Saving your life, again, and this is all I could come up with on short notice!

Sandman: Great, now there’re TWO OF YOU!?
Ben: HE’S NOT AFFILIATED WITH ME! (His head sears with pain) AUGH!

Connor: Says you—LOOK OUT!
(Connor shoves Ben out of the way as spikes appear out of where they were standing)
Ben: THE HELL!? WAS THAT YOUR SPIDER SENSE!?
Connor: Yeah, still causing head pains?
(More spikes appear and Ben and Connor leap, flip and dodge their way through them)

Ben: Mine stopped working during the fight!
Connor: I guess mine’s not as sensitive as yours!

Ben: You little—

Sandman: Will you both just SHUT UP!

Connor: MY TURN!
(Connor leaps at Sandman, while Ben’s head erupts in pain)
Ben: KID STOP!
(The cameras, as well as the Parkers, continue to watch as Connor leaps at Sandman, who turns his body into a wall of spikes)

TO BE CONTINUED…