//------------------------------// // Chapter Seven: Distractions // Story: SPIDER-MAN: Broken Destiny // by Kapwnage //------------------------------// "Holy SHI-" Crash! "I missed you so much! I missed you! I missed you!" Rainbow Dash was firmly on top of Spot, almost crushing him. If it wasn’t for his powers, he'd be dead. "Gah! Rainbow Dash! Get off of him!" Twilight scolded and pushed her off. "Ey! That's not fair! You’re keeping his secret from me!" "What secret?" Twilight asked, tipping her head. "Oh c'mon Twilight, you know." Twilight placed his hoof on Rainbow's muzzle. "Shh! How do you know?" "Twilight, sometimes, I think you're more brainless than a donkey." "Wha-" "The spider mark, the paper at Rarity's, you know... It's pretty obvious. I mean, he looks like him too!" She gazed at Peter with her huge, pink eyes. They were staring into his soul. "Alright, get off, horse." Peter coughed. "I thought I was being clever when I changed my name. That plan failed miserably." He grimaced. "Why didn't you tell me?" Dash gazed into his eyes again, glimmering. "You know too much as it is. Just keep it quiet!" "Dude you’re freaking Spider-Man!" She thought about it, "Spider-Stallion... Or, er-" "Be quiet! I've been hiding my real identity, so nobody would get hurt. I already got some hot lunatic symbiote pony all over me." "Oh I see how it is. You have an eye for another pony? Sell-out." "No no no, I-" "Oh, so you’re gay?" "No! I mean, literally hot. Like, I can't touch it or my hand- er- hoof will be burned." "Oh thank Celestia. We still have a chance." She winked at him. He raised an eyebrow. "Wait... What?" "Anyway, I wonder how Toxic gets around in that thing." Twilight changed the subject, looking up at the clear blue sky. Peter shrugged, and continued walking alongside Twilight. Dash stopped and looked at them, then caught up. She had a feeling that Twilight was getting in the way and started to feel jealous, but her mind told her to shrug it off. The rest of the walk was quiet. ============================= In the mist of night, Toxic climbed up the rocky face of the mountain to Canterlot. The hot, soft symbiote had made her skin break out in rashes and blisters, but she ignored the pain and kept pushing ahead. She quickly thought of a faster way than trotting up the mountain and instead webbed up with the thick, hot goo. It stuck to the base of the large structure with a smack and she yanked herself up. Sneaking through town was easy, she stuck to the shadows. Her glossy white eyes shined brightly in the dark of the night. Her enhanced vision made it easy to see, and she moved on the rooftops with swiftness and grace, though she weighed well over two-hundred pounds. Finally she arrived at the royal castle. Two guards were stationed by the entrance. Her plan was to either infiltrate stealthily or cause a ruckus and terrorize everyone. She went with plan one, because it was much easier and she was determined to make this a stealth mission. Her thick hooves pattered on the rough dungeon ceiling. She spotted another set of guards, holding down a segregated room. Through the iron door's bars, she saw Octavia. She had been bound up with magic and her long tentacles had been removed. What the princess did with them was not to her concern, as long as Octavia was still alive. That was all that counted. Toxic saw Octavia as a brilliant mare. Once a musician and a successful pony in society, she quickly turned evil towards everyone because her beloved home and instruments were destroyed. Left alone in the dark, Octavia took revenge on Spider-Man for ruining her life. He hurled a giant boulder at her house, and then let her live to suffer. Ponies thought he was heroic, but both Toxic and Octavia knew this was not true. "What a bitch." Toxic thought. "Shame she was locked up." Despite her bi-polar feelings toward Octavia, she still wanted her intelligence. Closing in on the guards, she webbed one of them up to the ceiling and he struggled and shook, then stopped. Strangled in the burning, gooey webs, both guards were hung. The dark, eerie halls began to smell of burning flesh and hot smoke. Toxic grabbed the key from the dead stallion guard. "I'll be taking that." She smirked. Unlocking the door, she unbound Octavia by bucking the magical glass bindings. They shattered under the massive force. Toxic helped her up and brushed her off. "You're late." Octavia growled. Her voice was old and dusty like a poorly tuned guitar. "Old hag had me bound with magic and cut off my metal." "Do you want to sit here and cry about it?" Toxic sat down and looked around. "Because I can sit here all day." Octavia walked out the door. "That's what I thought." Toxic followed.