Twenty-Eight
"What the hell do you mean it's alive??" I look at him.
"Well... it has a conscious and it seems to be like a-" Stark says.
"A parasite?" I ask.
He looks at me.
"Yeah. Pretty much." Stark says.
"How do we get it off him?" I ask.
"Well, I'm still working on a couple of theories." Stark says.
"Theories aren't good enough, well that has been my experience." I say.
"No wonder you're a pile of sunshine." Stark says.
"How you feeling in there punk?" I ask.
He shrugs and gives me a thumb sideways.
"That's good at least." I say.
He turns to stark. I grip my arms. Something's wrong. I can't exactly explain it. I start hearing scratching sounds. I turn. There's some figure. A bird? No. My Spidey-sense starts going off. Something gets thrown at us. uh-oh.
"Get down!" I yell.
Smoke bombs burst. I shoot a web and I jump up to avoid the smoke. A vampire jumps from behind me. It grabs my arm and throws me back into the smoke. How did they get here? How did they infiltrate Stark Towers?
"Hang on punk!" I yell.
I can't see him. But I can hear him. I start running in his direction. My pulse is out of control.
"Hang on Scarlet." Stark calls.
I ignore him. I finally find him. I start running.
"Look out!" I yell.
A vampire jumps on him. He winces. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Something hits my shoulder. I slam into the ground. What the...? I rip out a knife. My limbs suddenly start going numb like a fish. I slam into the ground again. Come on Scarlet. He needs you. I try to get up but I can't. My body feels like a thousand pounds. My vision starts getting blurry. I see figures grabbing him and then disappearing into the smoke. No...
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