Hey guys, what’s up?

For those of y’all who don’t know me, my name is SuperSpyder CJ. And after being on this site for a week, I’m FINALLY going to write a story!

This is going to be a revamp of Marvel’s most popular superhero, Spider-Man.

“Wait!” you might say. “Hasn’t that been done before?” Rest assured, readers, this is like NOTHING you’ve ever seen before. And when I say that, I mean it.

Also, special shout outs go to JuseaPeterson, DuelistBlake1852, ADogg1577, and my friend, Shadow Keyblade. Thanks, Scott!

All-righty. Time to get this show on the road!

Disclaimer: I don’t have the brainpower to come up with a superhero as awesome as Spidey. That honor goes to Stan Lee.

SuperSpyder CJ Presents:

The Legend of Spider-Man

Starring Zach Efron as Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Chapter One: The Legend Begins

THE STREETS OF NEW YORK, 2:30 P.M:

“FREEZE!” The word ripped from Officer Steve Ditko’s throat as he aimed his pistol. Facing him were two men in long black trench coats, covered head to toe in black riot gear. One of the men had a young blonde girl of about sixteen pinned to his chest. Her big blue eyes were saturated with fear.

“I’m not telling you punks again!” Ditko repeated as he cocked the hammer on his weapon. “Let the girl go, and put your hands over your head! And I WON’T count to three!”

“Tell me something, Officer,” one of the men said, his voice smooth as silk. “Do you know who this girl is? Do you?”

“She’s a civilian in the line of fire! Now. Let. Her. Go!” the officer yelled.

“Oh, not just any civilian, Officer…she’s the daughter of your beloved police Captain!”

“WHAT?!” Panic clamped Ditko’s insides, almost making him lose his grip on the pistol.

“Dat’s right, pally!” laughed the other one, his Brooklyn accent muffled by the heavy ski mask he wore. “So if youse wants to see Miz Stacy alive, youse best be doin’ what we say!”

Swiftly, he moved like a freight train, barreling into Ditko and knocking him over. The other black-clad man followed his partner, only stopping to whisper a warning into Ditko’s ear:

“Don’t follow us, or we will kill her.”

With that, he was gone.

SPIDEY

JOE’S PIZZA PALOOZA, 2:47 P.M:

Joe’s Pizza Palooza was the LAST place anybody would have wanted to dine. The food was for crap, the service was lousy, and the only thing keeping the Board of Health from shutting the place down was the money passed under the table by the owner, Joe Montego. (A/N: Anybody know a place like that?) But eventually, Joe ran out of time and money. His slum of a restaurant was closed down, and immediately became forgettable.

This made it a convenient, if not satisfactory, hiding place for the Jade Syndicate.

The Syndicate was the most notorious crime cartel in the state. Even the Mafia knew not to mess with them. Because in the world of crime, there’s a saying: The badder, the better. And the Jade Syndicate was as bad as they got.

The two black-clad men entered the room, carrying their hostage by the arms. A multitude of other figures, all dressed in black, lounged around the filthy hovel. The taller one was basking in his glory. “Did you see that, Ricky?” he chortled, slapping his fellow criminal on the back. “We actually had the balls to kidnap Stacy’s daughter, and NOBODY tries to stop us?!”

“Duh-huh-huh…Good one, Boss!” Ricky chortled oafishly. “I mean, what mook’s gonna actually try an’ do somethin’?”

Suddenly, a boy’s voice rang out, echoing across the dark, dusty restaurant.

“Uh, that would be moi?”

At once, the Syndicate’s heads whipped around as one.

What they saw shocked them.

There was a teenage boy sticking to the wall! And as if that weren’t enough, he was also wearing a strange outfit: A short-sleeved red jacket, open at the collar to reveal a blue long-sleeved shirt underneath, and matching blue pants. He also wore red boots with blue soles, and red fingerless gloves with blue fingers sticking out. All of the red parts on the boy’s jacket were covered with an intricate design made to look like webbing, and there was a black spider on his chest. A mask wound around his eyes, complete with large, opaque lenses. His messy hazel hair hung across his face.

(A/N: For those of you scratching your heads, go to my profile and click on the link under “Spidey’s New Costume.” You’ll love it, I promise. Anyway, back to the fic!)

“What the Hell?!” everyone exclaimed.

The boy hopped off the hall, did a handspring off the table, and crashed feet-first into Ricky’s chest! The Brooklyn criminal fell like a stone.

The tall man snapped his fingers, and in an instant, a multitude of weapons were produced, all aiming at the boy.

“What do you want us to do, Wolf?” asked a heavyset Syndicate member, his had clutching at a length of pipe.

Wolf smiled thinly under his mask. “Take him out, boys. Nobody plays the hero in this part of town.”

“Funny, that’s my job description!” The boy jumped over the fat crook, who swung his pipe around wildly. “Damn it! Stay still!” he grunted.

“Sorry, no can do. Hey, you ever thought about Weight Watchers…?” The boy paused, his head cocked to one side, and jumped up, nimbly doing the splits in mid-air. (A/N: One word: OW.) A second later, a bullet smashed into the floor where he had been.

“God damn, he’s fast!” growled Wolf, lowering his semiautomatic.

“Not fast enough, Boss!” A length of chain wrapped around the boy’s ankles in mid-air, sending him falling to the ground with a hard THUMP. He quickly yanked the chain, and the sneering Syndicate member who was wielding it flew off his feet with a yelp. Now, our young hero used the chain-slinger as a beat stick, sending the other members of the gang toppling.

“Timber!” he yelled, quite appropriately, and let the limp form of the chain-slinger drop to the ground. Suddenly, the boy heard a KLIK sound, and turned around to see Wolf, his hand shaking as he pressed his gun against the girl’s cheek.

“You make one move, you freak, and I swear to God, I’ll kill this little bitch! Do you hear me?!” ranted the Jade Syndicate leader. “One step, and I splatter her brains all across this floor!”

“Okay, okay! I’m not gonna move!” The boy raised up his hands…

…and pressed the middle and ring fingers of his palm to his right hand.

A loud THWIP sound was heard, and Wolf’s gun hand was covered in a sticky, glue-like substance. “The hell…?” he muttered, and looked up…

BAM!

A red-gloved fist slammed into his face, knocking the daylights out of him. He fell to the ground, releasing the girl as he went. “I told him I wouldn’t move…” , murmured the boy to himself, “but I had my fingers crossed.”

She immediately ran over to the masked boy. “Who are you?” she said, still stunned at the feats he had pulled off. The boy shrugged.

“Me? Oh, nobody special, just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Also know as the Web Warrior, Arachnid Avenger, and other assorted titles. But I prefer Spidey.”

He turned, and made the same strange motions with his hands. More glue sprayed from his wrists, covering the entire Syndicate.

“What is that stuff?” the girl asked.

“That? Oh, it’s my webbing. Secret recipe. It dissolves in one hour, so these guys are alright. C’mon, I’ll take you to the Police Station…” The boy took the girl on his back, and leapt into the air. She squealed as he fired strings of his webbing, swinging on them like a modern-day Tarzan.

SPIDEY

THE NYPD CENTRAL STATION, 3:23 P.M:

“WHERE IS SHE?!” Captain George Stacy roared for what seemed like the hundredth time. His face was edged in hard fury, and wisps of his fiery red-gold hair fell in front of his eyes.

“Please be patient, sir!” pleaded Dwayne McDuffie, an African-American officer with more than 20 years under his belt. He was the Police Liteneaunt, and as such, was Stacy’s right-hand man. “We’re doing the best we can-“

“IT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH, DAMN IT!” yelled Stacy, slamming his fist on his desk. “I want my little girl in here, and I want her NOW!”

“Slow your row, Chief! I got her!”

Heads turned as Spidey entered the station, towing the blond girl behind him.

“Spider-Man? Gwen…?” whispered the Captain.

“DADDY!” Gwen ran towards her father and flung herself into his arms. “I was so scared!” she sobbed.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetie…” Stacy stroked his daughter’s back, then stared up at Spider-Man. The young hero was playing with a yo-yo made out of webs.

“Uhh, not to interrupt the Kodak moment or anything, but I gotta jet.”

“Spider-Man…” Spidey turned back around, looking the older man in the eyes. Stacy’s voice was filled with gratitude. “Thank you, son.”

“It’s nothing, Cap. Just doing my job.” He flipped off a salute and swung off. “Catch you on the flip mode, guys!”

SPIDEY

CHRYSLER BUILDING, 3:28 P.M:

Spidey alighted above the top of the Chrysler Building. He squatted down, and pulled off his mask, revealing chocolate-colored eyes set in a vibrant, youthful face.

“Man…Summer’s almost over and I’m still getting used to this.” He let out a deep sigh. “If only Uncle Ben could see this.”

A pang of guilt struck him in the chest. “But thanks to me, he’s lying in the ground!” Angrily, he swung his fist, shattering a stone gargoyle. “AAARRRGHHH!! Why?!”

Calming down, the young hero looked out at the sky. “Don’t worry, Uncle Ben. I’m still staying in the game, because as long as Peter Parker’s here…so is Spider-Man!”

END CHAPTER ONE

Phew!(wiped forehead) Man, I never knew writing fanfics was that fun!

So, what do you guys think? Good so far?

Well, read and review, then let me know.

Gotta blast!

CJ

NEXT: How exactly did Peter Parker become Spider-Man? Find out in Chapter Two, “Along Came A Spider”, coming soon!