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William landed on rocky terrain with a harsh thud, cuts forming on his exposed skin. Blood oozed from the freshly cut wounds, ribs broken and bruised. He tried pushing himself up, but was met with a harsh metallic fist to the jaw. A crack was heard, and one of his canines went flying out of his mouth, leaving a searing pain in his gums. Tears stung his eyes, the agony becoming overwhelming. He hadn't been beaten up since his time at the orphanage.
Adrian Toomes was on his way to steal Stark tech, leaving Spider-Man underneath ruins of a building. But he wasn't done yet. He wanted revenge on Tony Stark for ruining his life. So he kidnapped his blind son, and dropped him in a cave in Manhattan. A place he knew was infested with bats. But not just any type of bats. They were influenced by the radiation from technology left by the Chitauri. Quite poetic in his opinion.
So, without an ounce of guilt, he left for his biggest heist yet.
Loneliness. That was all the blind genius felt. Infinite Loneliness.
The acrid stench of mud, and fecal matter invaded his nose, instantly making him gag. The scent was unholy, piling up for many years. Dust had now settled on his open wounds, causing an infection. Blood wouldn't stop leaving his body, causing his limbs to grow weaker. The pain was almost numbed.
The distant screeches he had heard previously had now grown closer, echoing throughout the cave. Low whimpers escaped his lips, incapable of producing anymore sounds. Bats, that had purple streaks across their skins, erupted from every opening in the cave, and started circling him, very fast. Slowly but steadily, he got on his own two feet.
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Immediately, his body became weightless. His feet left the surface, as his lanky frame floated in the midst of the chaos. To a bystander, it would appear as if William was being lifted by the hand of god. It was almost divine.
But then the attacks started.
Sharp fangs, scraped and tore at his flesh, as every one of the thousands of bats had a go at the new meat.
