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Tombstone frogmarched Jack O’Lantern out the door of the Bar With No Name, bumping into Megatak the bouncer on the door.
“Megatak is not wanting any trouble” stated the big dumb guy’s weird pseudo electric voice.
“Then mind your own business!” said Tombstone as he threw Jack O’Lantern into the alley. He glared at Megatak who stared back with a hollow, barely comprehensive stare. Tombstone sneered and marched up to Jack who was getting to his feet and kicked him in the stomach. “You spilt my drink!”
“I’m sorry!” cried Jack. Tombstone grabbed him by the neck and pulled him to his feet.
“You like breathing?”
“Yes!” shouted Jack as the vice like grip tightened around his throat.
“Then whatever you made on that little job you were bragging about inside, is now mine!” Tombstone smiled “You get me?”
“Okay, okay” said Jack as he fished wads of cash out of his pocket and tossed them on the floor “Take it!”
Tombstone watched the cash hit the floor and smiled “You expect me to pick it up off the floor?” A large granite like fist slammed into Jack’s kidney as the grip around his neck got tighter “Pick it up!” Tombstone threw him to the floor. Jack O’Lantern scrambled as he coughed to gather up all the cash and hold it up. Tombstone snatched it out of his hand and quickly thumbed through it.
“About thirty grand here,” commented Tombstone.
“Yeah,” coughed Jack as he stood up “You bastard!”
“What did you say?” snarled Tombstone as his hand clamped down on Jack’s shoulder, the Halloween themed villain winced at the force of the blow.
“I said you’re a bastard!” Jack popped a pumpkin bomb from his belt and smashed it into Tombstone’s face. The albino killer clutched his eyes throwing notes into the air. “Take MY money will you, you pale freak!”
Tombstone slowly removed his hands from his face, the corrosive in the pumpkin would probably kill a normal person. All it did was give the gravelly voiced mobster the equilvilent of a chemical peel. Tombstone blinked several times trying to refocus his vision. Jack looked at the money floating around in the air, grabbed a handful and ran.
“You’re a dead man!” cried Tombstone as Jack hightailed it away.
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“Seven hundred and six bucks!” muttered Jack as he sat on the roof of an apartment building in the West Village, his glider-disc hovering next to him. “I catch Spider-Man and this is all I got to show for it! Gonna get that white freak...someday.”
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Tombstone got to the door of the bar, hands full of cash. Megatak stepped in front of the door blocking it. Tombstone looked him up and down and snarled “Get out of my way!”
“Megatak thinks you should go home” he stated.
“Is that so?”
Kelly the barmaid poked her head around from behind Megatak “Sorry ‘stone, not tonight. Rules are for everyone. Good night.”
Tombstone growled as he glared at her then turned his gaze to the big man at the door “This isn’t over!” He stormed off down the alley pausing only to kick over some trashcans like a petulant child. Kelly shook her head.
“You okay?”
“Megatak is fine”
Kelly patted him on the shoulder and headed back inside. Megatak smiled.
To be continued sporadically...
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