{Three Days Later}
Glenn Rhee was pronounced dead once you brought him to the hospital. He was buried today at Cypress Hills Cemetery in Brooklyn where he was raised.
You and Clementine enter your loft. Louis isn't home at the moment.
You walk over to the bar area and sit on the stool. You grab an empty glass, which was probably left by Louis, and throw it against the wall in anger.
Clementine: Y/N?! What the hell?
You: That son of bitch shot him right in front of me! In front of Maggie!
You begin to pace around the living room, hands on your waist.
You: I couldn't save him! He died on my watch!
For the last three days it's been in your head. Glenn, a father, is now gone. He leaves behind a wife and a toddler.
You think of how you lost Uncle Y/U/N. You could've stopped it, but you didn't.
He died because of you.
Clementine tries to calm you down by caressing your shoulder. You pull away, which startles her. It was out of character for you.
Clementine: You can't blame yourself.
You: I made a promise to myself. After my uncle died, I vowed that I'd make sure the people are safe! That no kid ever loses their loved one! And now...now Hershel is without a father!
Clementine: You can't save everyone! You know that.
You slam your fist onto the countertop.
You: I should be able too...
You step away from the bar area, and look out the window of the loft. You basically rip off your shirt, revealing your black spider suit.
You remember first seeing it, one the side of the building of the venue three days ago. You expected to see your red-and-blue spider suit in your bag, but saw it colored black instead. You needed to take down the Saviors, so there was no time to question it.
For the last three days, you've worn it. It felt good. It felt powerful. You instilled fear in the low level criminals you stopped at night.
You liked it.
Clementine hasn't questioned it, she just figures you decided to go with a black color.
Clementine: Where are you going?
You don't look back as you begin to respond. You open the window.
You: I'm going patrolling, maybe find a Savior out there who knows where Tombstone is.
Clementine: And what are you going to do when you find him, huh?
You: ...I don't know. But I'm going to make sure he doesn't hurt anybody again.
You look back before you leap out.
You: I might not be back until...I don't know when. You should go home.
THWIP!
You swing away, leaving Clementine alone at the loft.
• •
{Later That Day}
It's been hours. No leads yet.
Until now.
You stopped an arms deal near Manhattan Bridge. You took them down easily, leaving one guy conscious.
You drag the man towards the ledge of the bridge.
Savior: What are doing?!
You pick up him up and hold him against the railing.
You: You're going to tell me where Tombstone is.
Savior: You're crazy if you think I know exactly where...I—uh, I'm just a middle man.
You: Wrong answer.
You throw him over, causing him to scream. You shoot a web at his back, stopping him from falling into the water.
Savior: Oh god! You're insane!
You: Tell me where! Or you'll be sleeping with the fishes, asshole.
You loosen your grip on the web, causing him to fall a bit which scares him. You tighten your grip.
Savior: Okay! Okay! I'll tell you where!
You yank the web hard and pull him up. You grab him.
Savior: He has a warehouse in Tribeca. Near South Cove.
You: Good.
You throw him off the bridge again. You shoot a web at his back, and stick the web line to the railing. You leave him dangling.
• •
Tombstone walks around the warehouse, looking at his Saviors sorting through the firearms.
Tombstone: Looking good, boys! I can smell the big fuckin' profit we're gonna make!
His smile wanes once he hears commotion outside the metal doors. Everybody stops what they're doing. It isn't long until two Saviors crash through the doors, landing in front of Tombstone.
You land on all fours, facing Tombstone.
Tombstone: Heh, I'm getting real tired of your shit, if I'm being honest.
You stand up, not responding. You just glare through your mask.
Tombstone: What? No joke? No witty comeback? Word on the street says it's your style.
You: Not today, Tombstone.
A Savior raises his gun to shoot you, but you swiftly shoot a web, webbing him to the wall. Tombstone waves his hand to stop his men from raising their guns as well.
Tombstone: I got this. This is between me and the Spider.
Tombstone fixes his jacket, getting into a fighting stance. Like last time, he figures he can take you down because of his impenetrable skin.
But this time, you feel more powerful. Anger courses through your veins. If you wanted to kill him right now, you could. You felt that way.
You charge at Tombstone, who tries to grab you. You slide under him through his legs, getting behind him and shooting a web at his back. You pull him towards you, and land a hook across his face. He stumbles back, actually feeling pain for the first time in years.
Whatever is in the black suit is going to do the job against Tombstone.
Tombstone: What the fuck...?
You land a flying kick at his chest, sending him back. You charge at him, but this time he successfully grabs you and pins you to the ground.
You shoot a web at his eyes, disorienting him. You do a flip kick across his face, getting out of his grasp. You then land an uppercut, sending him flying and landing on his back.
A couple Saviors in the room unholster their handguns and aim at you. You quickly shoot a web at one, webbing him to the table near him. You shoot web at the other man's gun, pulling it away and flinging it back at his face, knocking him out.
The remaining Saviors don't know what to do. They notice how easily you're handling Tombstone.
Tombstone slowly gets up, but before he can fully recover, you swing kick him hard into crates of ammunition. You leap onto him while he's down. He tries to land a punch, but you grab his arm and snap it.
Tombstone: Argh! Fuck!
You start wailing punches on him.
Punch.
Punch.
Punch.
Punch.
His face is brushing up, which was probably new territory for Tombstone.
Punch.
Punch.
Punch.
You can keep going. You can kill him. But before you could land another hit, you stop.
Tombstone lets out a groan, but chuckles.
Tombstone: Damn...kid.
He spits out blood.
Tombstone: If I knew you were...this ruthless...I would've respected you off the bat.
You get off of Tombstone, he was dealt with. You weren't going to kill him. You look back, and see the most of the Saviors have fled the warehouse.
You at least have the head of the snake taken down. It was now time for the police to handle it.
• •
Captain Grimes and his unit arrive at the scene. Tombstone was webbed up, ready to be arrested. Captain Grimes walks up to Tombstone, and notices his injuries.
Captain Grimes: You sure did a number on him. Hard to take down?
It was easy actually.
You: Yeah...it was.
He simply nods.
???: Spidey!
You turn back, and see Gabriel Garcia. He snaps photos of you.
Gabe: I heard you were in town, taking down the Saviors' operation.
Captain Grimes: Son, this is a restricted—
Gabe: Nice suit. Strike a pose, will ya?
Without hesitation, you grab his camera and crush it with your hands. You drop the scraps on the floor.
You: No pictures.
THWIP!
You swing away.
Captain Grimes tries to hide a chuckle, and then demands officers to escort Gabe off the premises.