A Spider, A Goblin, And a Bat, Chasqui MG [miss read books TXT] 📗

Prolouge

Prologue

 

Let me completely honest with you. I don’t know why I’m writing this. Maybe it’s because of some deeply buried yearning for appreciation, or maybe I just want to get this stuff off of my chest. Either way it doesn't matter to you, by the time you read this I will already have been carried away in deaths arms, so it doesn’t matter what I tell you anymore.

 

The oath doesn't account for when there’s only one member left.

 

Now where to start. I suppose I should probably start with my friend and leader, Chad War.

 

He was living proof that you could walk through Hell and come out a decent person. Depression and social anxiety somehow molded him into a funny, charismatic, and sympathetic human being, who hated injustice of all forms.

 

Not only was he my leader and childhood friend but he was also my motivator, waking me up every morning, and helping me not feel guilty for killing people the night before.

 

Then there was Sunny Scirish. As smart as she was beautiful, and not the person you wanted to pick a fight with.

 

I often found myself watching Sunny during our weekly training sessions, not so much because she infatuated me, but because I was in awe of her and her accomplishments.

 

When she wasn't beating criminals to a pulp (which believe me she could), she would spend her time as a world famous singer and actress. The whole world found themselves attracted to her, weather it was because of her stunning body, or her amazing personality no one could be sure.

 

The only thing I knew for sure about Sunny, was that I was in love with her.

 

And then there was me. If you were born in the 2040’s you probably would have no idea who I was. They still talk about Chad and Sunny in school’s, but never me.

They had good reason though. If you were a parent would you want your child to be learning about the greatest serial killer in the world? Which I’ll have you know I actually was. Something I probably shouldn’t, but still pride myself on.

 

I just can’t help it.

 

Even know as an old, old man I still pride myself with the fact that I saved peoples lives. Sure you can say that I traumatized them by murdering a person right in front of them, but if I hadn’t they wouldn't be around to be traumatized in the first place. It was difficult to even go out on the streets and save them in the first place.

 

Being the Goblin, for me, was almost like a taboo pleasure. Something I shouldn't be doing, much less enjoying, but something that I needed.

 

The sword, the silencer pistol, and the dark green armor.

 

They were like drugs to me. Eventually though, as you probably already guessed, I took them off. The armor still sits in my home as a reminder of the past. A harsh reminder if nothing else.

 

Sometimes I sit down and stare at the glass case that holds my drug of choice. Sometimes I stand up to look at it and see my reflection in the visor of the helmet. Sometimes I think about putting it back on.

 

Of course it wouldn’t go very well for me. The suit was made for protection not to assist with agility, strength and stamina, and at 97 I don't have much of that anymore. What I do have however are stories.

 

Stories from what seemed like a completely different lifetime. I will tell you reader who ever you might be. I will tell you the story about the rise and fall of The Spider, The Goblin, and The Bat…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter One

Chapter One

The tales of an artist, a goofball, and a pop singer

 

         My story, or should I say our story, begins in Miami Florida 2025, Chad had just graduated from college in Virginia with a major in story telling, and art. I on the other hand decided to go and take almost every class in my school, that I could. The biggest reason for that is because I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, so I decided that I should just try a little bit of everything.

        

         A little advice from me to you, decide what you want to do before you start college.

        

         The work was overwhelming and I was spending every second I could finishing anything I could, from projects to papers to even just simple scribbles on a piece of paper, I was doing it all. I would have my roommate go and get me breakfast lunch and dinner so I didn't waist precious minutes walking down to the cafeteria.

        

         Needless to say it was a very stressful time in my life, but it did help me decide what I wanted to do, and it was one that I wouldn’t have chosen on my own ever.

        

         So I left with a major in Bio Mechanics, which helped me get one of the highest paying jobs that a human being could get at the time.

        

         A job at a multi-trillion dollar company simply called “Bio”. It was created owned and run by the richest and smartest man in the world at the time, Christopher Keems, who was only twenty-two when he started the company and twenty-five, happily married with an expectant child by the time I was a part of it.

        

         I absolutely loved working for Chris, he was one of the nicest people on the planet, and he loved and appreciated everyone who worked for him.

        

         It was such a shame to see him die like he did.

        

         Anyways I had ended up moving to Manhattan, not only for my job, but also to be closer to Chad, since it was always our dream to be roommates together.

        

         I hadn’t been at our apartment for more than a week with Chad, when he came home with bloody knuckles and a cloth sticking out of his pocket. When I asked him about he simply told me.

        

         “There was a man getting mugged. I stopped it.”

        

         This was the first of many times that he would do this.

        

         After the first time, he started bring the mask with him wherever he went, “just in case”. Almost everyday he would come home with some bruises and bloody knuckles. Then he started going out at night.

        

         I heard him go out through the window, I knew what he was doing, but I never tried to stop him. One night though I followed him.

        

         Sometimes I wonder if it would’ve been better if I had just let him go, and not followed him. Carnage would have never been created, and thousands of people would have lived longer then they ended up living.

        

         Whatever I thought then doesn’t stop the fact that he almost died, and it was I who ended up saving his life. Something he repaid me a thousand times over in the next twenty years.

        

         The fight started in an alley.

        

         Some guys were bothering this girl, who was older than eighteen, about how she owed them money, and they kept pushing her around and messing with her. It was obvious what they wanted.

        

         Chad snuck up behind them and hit one of them in the back of the head with a board.

        

         It started to make the guy bleed, but it wasn't enough to knock him out, and Chad got an immediate sucker punch to the nose. The other guys noticed what was happening and turned their attention from the girl to Chad.

 

         To be fair, Chad put up a good fight in the beginning, especially since he was fighting six guys at a time and he had absolutely no fighting experience other than what he had been doing for the past month.

 

         He was able to keep them at bay for the most part until the leader came from behind and elbowed him in the back of his head. After that Chad seemed to lose all focus on the fight. All of the guys kind of passed him around, each taking a shot at him until the leader, pulled out a pocketknife, and stabbed Chad, slipping right in-between the ribs.

 

         That was when I jumped down to help. I wasn’t just going to let my best friend die.

 

         I think the only reason I won that fight was because they weren’t expecting me. I had the element of surprise. If I hadn’t surprised them, I imagine that I would have joined Chad bleeding out in a dark alleyway.

 

         But as you know already, that didn’t happen. I won. All six of them were either on the ground too hurt to get up, or running away. The leader was one of the people running away.

 

         I made sure to put that pocketknife in his calf.

 

         The adrenaline rush almost made completely forget about the two other people in the alley with me. The eighteen year old, and Chad laying on the concrete dying.

 

         I tore up a part of my shirt and wrapped it around the stab wound, desperately trying to slow the bleeding in anyway possible. After I had wrapped about three layer of my shirt around his body I finally picked him up and started to climb up the alley ladder while also trying to hold his body.

 

         “Wait!”

 

         I turned around to look back at the girl. She looked at me, desperately trying to find my eyes behind the mask I was wearing.

 

         “M-my mother was a nurse!” She said. “I still have some of her old medical supplies, I-if that could help.”

 

         I looked into her eyes for what seemed like years, but was actually just a couple seconds. After maybe about five seconds I nodded my head.

.      .      .

 

         Her apartment was bigger than Chad and I’s, but not by much. Still, It was a lot more luxurious than a normal apartment.

 

         A flat screen TV, what looked like a really nice couch, and other stuff that would be way too expensive for Chad and I, but that didn’t really matter right now.

 

         The girl brought me to the kitchen, where she told me to lay Chad on the Island. She told me to stay where I was while she got the medical supplies. Again I noticed how much more luxury she had than Chad and I had.

 

         A kitchen straight from the cooking channel, and top-level appliances. Hell, even the toaster looked like it could buy me out.

 

         Before I could admire the rest of this girl’s kitchen she came back with a small box of medical supplies. She pulled out a needle, some thread, alcohol, and cotton balls.

         She took off everything he was wearing above the waist including his mask, which for some reason didn't bother me as much as it probably should have. I trusted this girl even though I hadn’t even spoken a word to her.

 

         She got a cotton ball and put some of the alcohol on it. She then rubbed it inside and around the stab wound, causing him