Not So Friendly Anymore

(Hey everyone, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone that's likes and supported this story so far, it really means a lot, I wanted to apologize really quick, My college semester started last week and I've been busy trying to focus and get used to my new classes, I'll try to update whenever I can, but don't be surprised if it's longer than expected for more.

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Peter reached the first cell block, the heavy metal doors sealing away some of the most dangerous criminals ever captured. With a single, decisive movement, he activated a device on his wrist, sending a pulse through the prison's systems that forced the cell doors open one by one.

The prisoners inside blinked in confusion as their doors slid open, their instincts telling them something was wrong. But before they could react, Peter was upon them.

Scorpion was the first to make a move. The villain lunged at Peter, his tail whipping forward with lethal speed, but Peter was faster. He dodged the strike effortlessly, then retaliated with a brutal uppercut that sent Scorpion crashing to the ground. Without hesitation, Peter grabbed Scorpion's tail, yanking it off with a sickening crack before plunging the sharp end into the villain's chest. Scorpion gasped, his eyes wide with shock as his body convulsed, then stilled.

As Scorpion's body slumped to the floor, Peter turned his attention to Kraven the Hunter, who had already slipped from his cell and was prowling the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike. But Peter was no longer the prey. He was the predator. He activated his enhanced vision, spotting Kraven's silhouette before the hunter could make his move. Peter launched himself at Kraven, landing a knee to his chest that knocked the wind out of him.

Kraven snarled, slashing at Peter with a concealed knife, but Peter caught the blade mid-swing. With a single twist, he disarmed Kraven, sending the knife clattering to the floor. Before Kraven could recover, Peter grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground. Kraven struggled, but Peter's grip was unyielding.

"Welcome to the hunt," Peter hissed before snapping Kraven's neck with a swift, decisive motion. He let the lifeless body drop to the ground, his expression cold and unfeeling.

Moving forward, Peter encountered Hydro-Man, who tried to overwhelm him by turning into a torrent of water. But Peter was prepared. He activated a containment field, one he had specifically designed to trap Hydro-Man. The field hummed to life, and Hydro-Man found himself caught, his watery form unable to escape. Peter watched without emotion as the field tightened, compressing Hydro-Man's form until the pressure became too much. With a final gurgle, Hydro-Man exploded into a spray of water, his essence evaporating as the containment field powered down.

As Peter moved further into the block, he encountered Tombstone, his stone-like skin gleaming in the dim light. Tombstone charged, his massive fists swinging at Peter with deadly force. But Peter dodged each blow with ease, his movements a blur of speed and precision. He delivered a powerful punch to Tombstone's gut, causing the villain to double over. Peter didn't stop there; he grabbed Tombstone's head and slammed it into the cell bars with enough force to shatter the metal. Tombstone's body went limp, his stone skin cracking as blood began to seep through.

As the last of the villains lay dead at his feet, Peter paused, his breathing steady, his mind already moving to the next phase of his plan. He glanced back at the carnage he had wrought, the bodies scattered across the floor, blood pooling beneath them. There was no going back now. He had crossed the line, and there was no turning back.

With the Raft's most dangerous criminals eliminated, Peter made his way deeper into the darkened corridors, his senses heightened, every fiber of his being honed for what lay ahead. The lights flickered sporadically, casting eerie shadows that danced on the walls, but Peter's mind was clear, his purpose unwavering. He had purged the first cell block of its scum, but his work was far from over.

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He reached the second wing, where a different breed of villain was imprisoned. These were the psychopaths, the murderers who killed not for power or money, but for the sheer thrill of it. They were the ones who reveled in the suffering of others, who found joy in the pain they inflicted. In another life, Peter might have pitied them, might have seen them as victims of their own twisted minds. But now, he saw only the threat they posed, the lives they would destroy if they were ever freed.

Peter stood before the reinforced doors of the wing, his gaze hard. He pressed another button on his wrist device, triggering the release mechanism. The heavy doors slid open with a groan, revealing a long, narrow hallway lined with cells. The prisoners inside stirred as the doors to their cells clicked open one by one, the sound echoing ominously through the silent hall.

Carnage, the bloodthirsty symbiote, was the first to emerge, his red tendrils writhing like serpents as he stepped into the hallway. A wicked grin spread across his face as he saw Peter standing at the end of the hall, blocking his path. "Spider-Man," Carnage hissed, his voice a twisted mockery of the human form he had once possessed. "Come to play?"

Peter didn't respond. He had no words left for monsters like Carnage. Instead, he launched himself forward with blinding speed, his fist connecting with Carnage's face before the symbiote had time to react. The force of the blow sent Carnage crashing into the wall, his tendrils flailing as he tried to regain his footing. But Peter was relentless. He followed up with a series of brutal punches, each one driving the symbiote deeper into the wall, cracks spider-webbing out from the point of impact.

Carnage shrieked in rage, his tendrils lashing out in a desperate attempt to ensnare Peter. But Peter was too fast, too focused. He dodged the attacks with ease, his movements a blur as he tore into the symbiote with a ferocity that shocked even him. This wasn't about subduing Carnage; this was about obliterating him.

With a final, devastating blow, Peter smashed Carnage's head into the ground, shattering the symbiote's skull and splattering the walls with blood. The tendrils twitched violently before going limp, the life seeping out of the monster that had terrorized so many.

Peter straightened, his breath steady, his gaze cold as he surveyed the carnage around him. There was no time to linger. He turned to the next cell, where Cletus Kasady, the host of the Carnage symbiote, lay unconscious, having been forcibly separated from the creature moments earlier. Peter didn't hesitate. With one swift motion, he snapped Kasady's neck, ending the psychopath's reign of terror for good.

The remaining prisoners in the wing had watched in horrified silence, their bravado fading as they realized what was happening. Peter Parker, the man they had once mocked, once underestimated, was here to end them all.

Shriek, who had thrived on chaos and violence, tried to unleash a sonic blast, but Peter was on her in an instant, his webs sealing her mouth shut before she could scream. He didn't stop there; he drove his fist into her chest, crushing her ribcage, her body convulsing before collapsing to the floor.

Doppelganger, the monstrous six-armed creature, lunged at Peter with a feral growl, but Peter met him head-on, his fists a blur as they pummeled the creature into submission. In seconds, Doppelganger lay broken at his feet, his grotesque form twisted and mangled beyond recognition.

Demogoblin, the demonic doppelgänger of Hobgoblin, tried to escape, his glider roaring to life as he shot down the hallway. But Peter anticipated his move. A web shot out, snagging the glider's tail and yanking it back with such force that it smashed into the wall, exploding in a fiery blast. Demogoblin was thrown from the wreckage, his body engulfed in flames. He let out a howl of agony as Peter calmly walked over, his eyes cold and unfeeling as he delivered the killing blow, ending the demon's suffering.

As the last of the psychopaths fell, Peter stood amidst the wreckage, his body still, his mind already moving on to the next task. The Raft had been purged of its worst inmates, their deaths a necessary sacrifice to ensure the safety of the world outside. There was no satisfaction in the bloodshed, only the grim reality that this was the only way.

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With a final glance at the destruction he had wrought, Peter turned and walked through the carnage-strewn halls of the Raft. The prison, once a fortress designed to hold the worst of the worst, now lay in ruins, its most dangerous criminals reduced to lifeless husks by his hand. The air was thick with the stench of blood and death, but Peter felt nothing. No guilt, no remorse, only the cold certainty that he had done what needed to be done.

He stepped over the bodies of those he had once sworn to protect, his mind already moving to the next task. The night was far from over, and there were still those who needed to be dealt with, those who had escaped his wrath for too long. But not here. Not now.

His mission was complete; the Raft had been purged, its most vile inhabitants eradicated. He had dismantled this den of monsters, ensuring they would never again see the light of day, never again threaten the innocent. But Peter knew his work was not yet finished. There were more threats lurking in the shadows, more enemies who needed to be brought to justice, or, if necessary, executed.

As he reached the exit, the cold night air hit his face, bringing with it a momentary sense of clarity. He paused at the threshold, looking back one last time at the devastation he had unleashed. The Raft, a symbol of containment and order, was now nothing more than a graveyard.

He stepped outside, the steel doors of the Raft closing behind him with a final, resounding clang. The wind whipped around him, carrying away the last traces of the prison's horrors. He inhaled deeply, the scent of the city beyond mingling with the sea air.

Spider-Man was no longer a savior, no longer a symbol of hope. He was something else now, something darker, more dangerous. The world would come to understand that soon enough.

Without another word, Peter activated his web-shooters and launched himself into the night, leaving the Raft behind. The night was silent, the only sound the faint thwip of his webbing as he soared through the sky, vanishing into the darkness.

Tonight, Spider-Man had finished what he started. But tomorrow, there would be more.

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