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This story is for adults only! The story has strong sexual and violent content as well as offensive language. If this is something that you feel uncomfortable with or if not old enough according to the law, the author would suggest that you read no further.

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Ultimate Tangled Web

Chapter 10

Shit. This started out as Felicia and me versus one guy. Now it was a bizarre situation of 4-on-2 (not to mention Felicia wasn�t exactly "equipped" for the situation).
"FOOD!" the rat-guy screamed as he made a b-line for Felicia�s terrified (and naked) ass. Luckily he was crazy. That gave me an advantage.
"There�s a long line to get a piece of that ass." I leapt to intercept. "No cutting!"
Rat-guys don�t like getting kicked in the face very much. And this guy was foaming at the mouth to begin with. "Vssstt! Hungry! It taunts us with its meat!"
A cannibal. Lovely.
It threw itself at me. The eyes were a blazing read and foam sprayed from its lips. I could see Ed Whelan�s dark skin under the rat-thing�s pink fur. What he�d become was horrible but it wasn�t his fault.
I grabbed him by the wrists and tried to shove him back into his cell. He was way stronger than he looked.
"You will not lock us away! You will not treat us like vermin!"
I shoved as had as I could, "Get in there Gollum-"
-ut oh, spider-sense.
I had to let go, duck off, and cartwheel to the side. A blast of emerald energy hit the wall next to me. It came from the green-haired woman that Felicia was struggling with.
That was when I noticed two things; first, my deformed clone was talking with the chick from the center cell, not fighting, he was talking; and second, he�d stripped Felicia naked but left her mask on. That�s just damn odd.
Odder still is the chick from the middle cell. She ripped out of her own skin, tearing from it like a butterfly from a cocoon. She looked like a giant spider-wasp, almost seven feet in height, black exoskeleton and glowing blue eyes. Her wingspan was twice what she was tall. She started to hover in the air.
The clone�s head turned to me. The Spider-Wasp�s did the same.
"Oh crap."
Vermin tried to sneak me from the side. I spun out of the way to find Two-Face (don�t sue) charging straight at me. My back slammed against the wall and I felt the air eject from my lungs.

"Fuck, he�s timing my reactions and just as quick as I am." I remember thinking before my spider-sense almost made my eyes pop out of my head.
Vermin had my foot. My demented clone pinned me to the wall. I had no chance of avoiding the Spider-Wasp�s stinger as it sank into me.
Desperately I convulsed, throwing them clear. My vision was blurred but I new I didn�t have much time. Already my arms and legs were getting heavy.
Vermin slashed at me with his claws. I caught the arm and yanked, flinging him into the bug-lady with everything I had. It seemed to work. He slammed into her and smashed into the cage. There wasn�t much room to fly around, and this was the only chance I was going to take.
I saw blackness creep around the edges of my vision. If it were my last act on Earth, I�d do what I could for Felicia.
I shoulder charged the Viper and knocked her to the deck. It was then that the blackness overcame me.

* * * * *
Mary Jane sat in the waiting room. It was quiet, quiet enough for her to be uncomfortable. Normally, she�d be chatting up a storm with Dr. Hamilton�s secretary Mrs. Brooke. But today she just smiled as Mary Jane entered and told her that "Dr. Hamilton would be with you shortly." Mary Jane sat, but whatever Mrs. Brooke was writing she did so in silence. There was no elevator music or hum from the electric lights.
The quiet bothered her. Mary Jane was a city girl and not used to a lack of background noise. This was New York City dammit, there should be noise even 40 stories up.
She looked at the clock�s digital display read 4:00. MJ sat in silence, feeling the stone cold stare of the bust of Freud on the other side of the room. (Why was a statue of a hundred-year dead Austrian wigging her out?)
Finally the door opened. Dr. Hamilton stuck his balding head out the door. "I�m sorry for taking so long Mary Jane. I need a little extra time before this type if session. Come on in when you�re ready." He pulled his head back but left the door partially open. With one last look at the oblivious Mrs. Brooke, Mary Jane entered.
It was Dr. Hamilton�s office just as she�d left it the week before, with the addition of a video camera on a tripod.
"Is everything cool, Dr. H?" Jeez, she�d been hanging out with Peter too long. That was terrible. But Dr. Hamilton was a bit of a stuffed shirt. He was trying hard, but one could only get so close with their therapist. They�re needs to be a healthy amount of space between doctor and patient.
"Everything is fine Mary Jane. Thanks for clearing your schedule with your Mother. What time did she say she�d pick you up?"
"7:30," Mary Jane said as she sat down, dropping her purse next to the leather analyst�s couch. "She�ll pick me up then. Is the video camera really necessary?"
Hamilton tried not to laugh. "Yes it is. One of the reasons for the marathon session is our hour long ones are barely adequate. This way I can record our findings, further analyze during the week, and we can really focus on the healing process during your regular visits." He smiled at his own ingenuity. Three hours. He might need extra tape. "Overall the process will accelerate your therapy, so you can return to normal life. We wouldn�t want you to be in therapy all the way through college, right?"
"Right," Mary Jane agreed. If it was going to fulfill her obligations and maybe make the nightmares go away, she was more than willing. "Well, I�ve had a good week so far. Me and Peter got back together, so that�s back to normal at least. And there�s a teacher�s convention coming up. Days off rule."
Mary Jane looked over to him as he fiddled with the camera. She didn�t think he was very interested; just another boy who found a new toy.
"Please continue Mary Jane," Dr. Hamilton said as he focused the camera, "does the rekindling of your relationship with Peter put some of your anxiety at ease?"
"A bit," MJ started, thinking of him as he was probably still at home. Some villains had beaten him to a pulp. They�d beaten him so bad he didn�t want to talk about it yet. "It�s good to have him back. When he�s not talking I get worried."
"Trouble at home?" Dr. Hamilton questioned as he took his seat behind the desk.
"Maybe, but he doesn�t want to talk about it yet. Honestly I don�t think he�s told his old girlfriend that we�re back together. So I�m kind of dating a guy that�s cheating."
"And does that bother you?"
"Not really," MJ said as she reclined, "I was there first."
"We�ll get to that in a little bit." DR. Hamilton slid into his hypnotic monotone. "For right now Mary Jane I�d like you to close your eyes. Imagine that you�re asleep. You�re asleep and you�re dreaming, dreaming at the top of a long staircase. It is so long that you can�t see the bottom�"
Barton Hamilton went into his regular speech, guiding her onto the well-paved road he�d used in the majority of their hypnotherapy sessions. Mary Jane didn�t need much prodding. They�d been in her subconscious several times before and Dr. Hamilton took her as far as her fantasy, the rape-fantasy she had about the late Norman Osborn would let her. There was more underneath that level, but the Osborn obsession seemed to be the key to it.
The fantasy itself was so vivid that Hamilton couldn�t tell whether it was truly fantasy or memory. In Mary Jan�es case he was hoping it was the former. But unlike fantasy every time it was the same:
Mary Jane feels that Osborn wants to kill her boyfriend. They�d worked out some deal, but the time had expired. Now she desperately called out of work (so her mother wouldn�t miss her) and took a cab into the city. She gets to his building and takes the elevator up. The secretary shows her into Norman Osborn�s office-
"Let�s pause for a moment Mary Jane."
"Okay�" She said blankly.
Dr. Hamilton was a skilled hypnotist. He knew the insides of her psyche well. And now he wanted to take her in a different direction.
"I want to you to go into a deeper type of trance now. It is called physio-mnemonic remembrance. I believe it will help you deal with this incident Mary Jane. Would you like to give it a try?"
"Yes Doctor." she mumbled.
"Good." Hamilton had to stop himself from purring. "I�ll need you to go down the staircase a little more. Deeper than the part where you feel like you�re asleep. I need you to get to the point were you can sleepwalk, where you can exist in both the dream and the waking world at the same time. Can you do that Mary Jane?"
"Yes�" her voice trailed off as her mind set about the task.
"Good. I want to role-play with you Mary Jane. I want you to stand up and act out this incident in Mr. Osborn�s office. It�s very easy to do. Your dream is so vivid that it�s happening right now, but like a video we can stop it, start it, slow it down, or fast forward. It is no longer a dream, it is happening as we speak. But you are the one with the remote control. Can you do that Mary Jane?"
"I don�t want to."
"It�s okay Mary Jane." No, he couldn�t lose her now. "You are completely safe. We are still in my office. This therapy requires that you act out the event. By physically experiencing it, by reenacting what happened, you dull the trauma. It will help take the pain away and make you well again. Wouldn�t you like to be well again?"
"Yes..." Her voice quivered. She was unsure, but at this point she had almost no will of her own.
Dr. Hamilton smiled. He had her. "Stand up Mary Jane."
Slowly, she did.
"Come over to my desk. Let�s begin our role-play. For the duration of this dream I will play the part of Norman Osborn. Is that alright with you?"
"Yes." It wasn�t easy, transfixing the taller and much healthier Norman Osborn overtop the short and pudgy Dr. Hamilton. But once she did, Mary Jane�s reality changed. The sights and senses all came rushing back to her. Mary Jane�s lip quivered as she walked to the desk. She was on the verge of tears.
Dr. Hamilton smiled. It was perfect. Mary Jane wasn�t just play-acting, she was experiencing the emotions as well. That made it all the easier for him to slip into the Norman Osborn role.
"Mr. Osborn," Mary Jane began in a small voice, "I�m sorry to bother you, I want to talk about Peter..."
"A bargains a bargain, Mary Jane. And time is up." He smiled. Norman Osborn was an easy part to play. Just do every megalomaniacal misogynistic fantasy you�ve ever had and you basically know his character. "I�ve upheld my end of the bargain. Have you held up yours?"
Mary Jane�s lip quivered, "I�m trying. Me and Peter just got back together. I know I can bring him around I just need more time-"
"But time is up," Hamilton interrupted, "our contract is complete. I�m afraid you forfeit."
Mary Jane threw herself against his desk. "Please Mr. Osborn! Don�t kill Peter!"
Hamilton let his voice fill with fury. "Look at you! You fail to keep your end of the deal and you have the audacity to shout at me!" Hamilton reigned it in. That little speech wasn�t part of Mary Jane�s fantasy. He was forgetting the script. He couldn�t help himself though. It was so much fun.
Mary Jane reacted like it was Norman Osborn shouting at her. "I�m sorry Mr. Osborn. Please don�t be angry."
"You need to be taught a lesson in humility," Hamilton paused for effect, "strip."
Mary Jane�s face twisted in horror.
"I want you to humble yourself before me Mary Jane. Do what you�re told and maybe I will reconsider killing your boyfriend." Hamilton smiled. It was too easy. "What better way to prove how humble and how serious you are about this? Bare yourself to me."
Mary Jane started to cry. "Yes Mr. Orsborn," she whispered as she began to unbutton her jeans. Slowly she slid them down, taking her panties with them. The silent tears rolled down her cheeks at the same rate as her jumbled pants.
Bart sat back in his chair and leered as the young girl stripped. She was a marvel, beautiful in body and strong in spirit. Some women would be broken at the very notion, but not Mary Jane. Watching his patient strip sent a pang of guilt through him.
"Stop crying, Mary Jane." Dr. Hamilton blurted before he realized he was breaking character..
She gave him a questioning look. There was too much concern in his voice.
Hamilotn realized Osborn would soak up her tears. He was a true sadist. Her crying would only increase his pleasure.
He tried to think of what Norman Osborn would say. Finally it came to him. "You don�t deserve to cry. This is the fate you�ve made for yourself. Wipe those tears away or the deal is off!"
Mary Jane quickly did so with her discarded shirt. "Your right. I need to be strong. For Peter."
Hamilton wiped the cold sweat from his brow. He�d almost lost her. He�d have to be more careful.
"Please Mary Jane, step in front of my desk. I want to get a good look at you."
Mary Jane did so but she covered her chest with one arm and her sex with the other hand. She gave the video recorder a sideways look. "Is the camera really necessary? I�ll do whatever you want-"
"I want you in front of that fucking camera!" Hamilton cursed. He didn�t know if Osborn cursed and he didn�t care. That little fright he had before was enough to remind him of the gravity of the situation. If someone walked in unannounced, if Mary Jane ever realized what he�d already done� They would pull his licenses and throw him in jail at the very least�
He�d already gone too far. His little obsession with the hold that Norman Osborn had over his victims, even post-mortem, had taken him to the edge. And now he realized he�d already jumped.
There was nowhere to go but down, head first, and hope to make the biggest splash possible.
TBC�
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