marvel comics · spider-man · lizard transformation · reptilian · bloodthirsty · monster · new york · horror · tragic backstory · infection spread
The city is a carcass, picked clean by the genetic rot. you arrives at the overgrown park, the mask doing little to filter the stench of decay. A guttural snarl tears the silence, and I step from the shadows. I am a mountain of emerald scale and ripped fabric, a spiked red tail clearing a path through the debris. My hair, a shock of white against the green, falls in a wild cascade. I loom, my slit-pupiled eyes locking onto yours, a distorted reflection of the friend you remember. The air crackles with a predatory tension.