I'm Spider-Man (MCU) - Chapter 634: Let The Torture Begin!

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Uncle Ben, fueled by years of resentment and the burning desire for vengeance, loomed over the fallen and armless Miguel. “Get up!” he commanded with a menacing edge, his eyes fixed on the target of his wrath.

Before Miguel could muster a response or attempt to rise, several of the Spider-People behind Uncle Ben began to voice their concerns.

Gwen, in particular, spoke up, “Maybe we should just capture Miguel? After all, he’s already crippled, and we have the numerical advantage. We don’t need to sit by and watch as that old man kills him…”

The surrounding Spider-People, including Spider-Man Noir, Spider-Pig, Miles, Jessica Drew, Peni, Tobey, Andrew, and Ben, couldn’t help but nod in agreement with Gwen’s proposal.

Even Miles, who didn’t really trust Gwen at the moment, spoke up in agreement, “Yeah, besides, I need him to give me information about my dads death…” Although Peter already offered his help, which lessened Miles’ fear for his Canon Event by a lot, he still wanted to know what exactly was going on.

Uncle Ben, however, wasn’t swayed by their suggestions. He turned briefly toward the group, dismissing their opinions with a hard stare. “Peter left him to me, so shut your mouths. Your opinions mean nothing.”

Conflicted expressions emerged among the Spider-People. While they didn’t want to go against Peter’s decision, they also recognized the potential consequences of Uncle Ben’s relentless pursuit of vengeance. Despite their loyalty to Peter, the moral dilemma weighed heavily on their minds.

Ignoring the group’s conflicting sentiments, Uncle Ben focused solely on Miguel, who remained shocked and almost motionless on the floor. Seeing that Miguel hadn’t complied with his command, Uncle Ben muttered, “Well, you had your chance.”

With purposeful strides, Uncle Ben approached the fallen Miguel. Without hesitation, he delivered a powerful punt to Miguel’s shocked face, propelling him across the room. Miguel crashed into a nearby metal wall, the impact leaving a dent and bending the metal upon contact.

The room echoed with the sound of the brutal impact, emphasizing the severity of Uncle Ben’s wrath. Miguel, now slightly more battered and disoriented, struggled to comprehend the swift and brutal turn of events. The betrayal of Knull was expected, but the revelation of LYLA’s manipulation had left him in a state of shock.

Uncle Ben, undeterred by Miguel’s state, glared at the fallen foe with unrelenting fury. The old man’s resolve to exact revenge seemed unyielding, and the Spider-People could only watch as the consequences of Peter’s decision unfolded in a violent and unforgiving manner.

With an unyielding fury, Uncle Ben walked over and grabbed Miguel by the neck, lifting him off the ground. A sinister satisfaction gleamed in his old eyes as he unleashed a barrage of punches to Miguel’s face, each strike resonating with brutal force.

Miguel, still trapped in a state of shock, endured the merciless beating. The repeated blows echoed through the room, creating a dissonance of pain and brutality. Uncle Ben, driven by an insatiable need for retribution, seemed to revel in each strike, determined to make Miguel suffer for all that he’s done.

As the relentless assault continued, a cruel smile formed on Uncle Ben’s face. “Finally awake, huh?”

The beating, surprisingly, snapped Miguel out of his stupor, his eyes regaining a bit of clarity to them. Uncle Ben, pleased by this development, wanted Miguel to be fully aware of the impending torture. The shock in Miguel’s eyes shifted to a mix of pain and realization.

Without a care, Uncle Ben tossed Miguel across the room like a rag doll, his battered form crashing against the unforgiving surfaces. The room seemed to vibrate with the violence inflicted upon Miguel, emphasizing the brutality of Uncle Ben’s wrath.

Struggling to rise from the floor, Miguel, now fully lucid, attempted to fight back. “Why are you always getting in my way, you old fool!” He shouted, rushing in Uncle Ben’s direction.

However, his beaten and armless state rendered him the perfect victim, an easy target. Uncle Ben, relishing in the power he held over his nemesis, took sadistic pleasure in exploiting Miguel’s vulnerability.

Despite the overwhelming odds, Miguel’s spirit refused to yield. Determination flickered in his eyes as he attempted to muster the strength to stand against his merciless tormentor.

Uncle Ben, fueled by the memories of his murdered family, pushed himself to commit acts he never thought possible. “Since you’re finally awake, we can actually get started…”

As he said this, Uncle Ben’s actions immediately took a dark turn as he unleashed a torrent of cruelty upon Miguel. Bones cracked, skin ripped, and muscles were torn beneath the relentless assault, as the room echoed with the sickening sounds of Miguel’s torture.

Uncle Ben, blinded by rage, twisted his enemies only arm a full 360 degrees until it snapped multiple times. “!”

“AAARRGHH!” Miguel screamed in agony as his arm hung limply, unable to move it a single inch any longer.

If this were anyone else, Uncle Ben might have hesitated, but facing the man who had cold-bloodedly murdered his family, he pushed himself beyond moral boundaries, relishing in Miguel’s torturous downfall.

In the aftermath of Uncle Ben’s most recent brutal assault on Miguel, the Spider-People, unable to tolerate the continued violence, were compelled to intervene. At first, they were conflicted, as they didn’t want to go against Peter’s orders, but now they’ve seen more than enough.

Gwen and Jessica were the first to rush forward as Miguel writhed in agony on the cold floor, his lone arm rendered useless, unable to defend himself any longer.

“Stop! You’re taking this too far!” Gwen exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of concern and frustration.

Jessica joined in, her tone stern and commanding, “Step away from him!”

Uncle Ben, however, remained resolute, his eyes narrowing at the two women challenging his authority. With a dismissive gesture, he ignored their pleas, prompting a fierce confrontation.

A chaotic fight erupted as Gwen and Jessica attempted to subdue Uncle Ben. The elderly Spider-Man, fueled by a relentless fury, unleashed powerful blows that sent the two female Spider-People flying across the room. The force of his attacks left Gwen and Jessica disoriented, struggling to regain their footing.

Witnessing their comrades in distress, the remaining Spider-People, including Miles, Tobey, Andrew, Noir, Ben, Peni, and Spider-Pig, rushed forward to confront Uncle Ben. Their determination to stop the violence clashed with Uncle Ben’s unwavering commitment to his vengeful mission.

The only one who didn’t involve himself was Spider-Punk, who had already told Uncle Ben that he wouldn’t stand in his friend’s way, but he wouldn’t help him either. ‘Sorry, mate…’

Uncle Ben frowned as the group encircled him, a mix of disappointment and frustration evident in his eyes. He had hoped they would respect Peter’s decision and stay out of his pursuit of justice. However, the Spider-People were compelled to prevent further harm, which he reluctantly understood, as he would probably do the same in their shoes.

“Let’s make this quick…” Uncle Ben spoke confidently, motioning for them to come forward.

The ensuing battle was intense, with Uncle Ben displaying remarkable skill and power. Despite the combined efforts of the group, they struggled against the relentless assault. Each Spider-Person fought valiantly, but Uncle Ben’s years of experience, training, and pent-up anger proved to be formidable adversaries.

As the skirmish unfolded, the Spider-People utilized their numerical advantage, coordinating attacks to wear down Uncle Ben. Despite the struggle, a collective determination fueled their efforts to bring an end to the escalating violence.

Eventually, through strategic teamwork, the Spider-People managed to overpower Uncle Ben. With a coordinated effort, they subdued the elderly Spider-Man, knocking him out and ending the chaotic confrontation.

As Uncle Ben collapsed to the floor, his consciousness fading, he couldn’t help but reach out toward Miguel, his entire being still burning with a need for vengeance, which sadly wouldn’t come. At least not today.

Amidst the aftermath, as the Spider-People caught their breath, Miles turned his attention to Miguel, who had somehow picked himself up and was limping towards the door. Swiftly appearing beside him, he confronted the disoriented man with a burst of speed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Miles asked, his voice stern and determined.

Miguel’s eyes widened, realizing escape was futile. Before he could respond, Miles touched his shoulder, his hand sparking with electricity. The powerful surge of his unique power shocked Miguel like an overpowered taser, rendering him unconscious alongside Uncle Ben, his body smoking ever so slightly as he collapsed to the cold metal floor.

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Stepping out of the rubble and dust, Peter brushed the remnants off his suit’s shoulders, a small frown playing on his lips. Across from him, Knull stood with a smug yet vicious look, relishing the satisfaction of sending the wisecracking Spider-Man flying.

Peter, assessing the situation, finally put two and two together after hearing Knulls earlier explanation and catching a glimpse of his tattoo. “So, you and the Council of Kangs are both successor candidates for death? That’s surprising…”

After all, it seemed counterproductive for Death to choose the Kangs when one of his missions was to destroy them. ‘But maybe they have a different mission?’ Peter wondered, unsure what Death could possibly be planning in all of this. ‘And who knows why he would choose Knull…’

Knull’s eyes widened, a flicker of shock breaking through his usual demeanor. “How do you know that?” he demanded, his deep voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. Peter’s deduction seemed impossible, given the limited information Knull had shared earlier.

With a nonchalant grin, Peter pulled off his right glove, revealing his very own laughing skull tattoo. The revelation hung in the air, both men now bound by a shared destiny as successor candidates.

The barren landscape seemed to echo with the weight of this revelation, as if the very fabric of reality acknowledged the convergence of these two candidates for death.

Knull, processing the unexpected twist, struggled to find words. “This… this is quite fortuitous!” he declared, a viscous smirk returning this face. “I can finally get rid of some competition!”

A/N: 1670 words 🙂 BTW, I kept Miguel alive because he needs to learn some truths before his fate is decided. You’ll see later.

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