Needless to say, she got a running start from the rooftops. Leaping and staying silent for the most part, she KNEW the spider genetics were breaking out all because a kid thought itâd be funny to lace that shit with something along the lines of ecstasyâpop a pill and youâre able to climb walls, shoot webs and you name it. Some were cut clean, while others were a little more MUTATED. Regardless, there was no cure yet, and sheâd be squashing them like bugs every other night.
Sheâd doesnât bother keeping her entrance QUIET. She leaped, silver consuming her entire being to weigh her down, hurling her down FAST as she thumbed the switch of her staff, either end CRACKLING with electricity. several strands of web shoot at her at once, but she lands with THUNK on of the many hybrids, a single taser end pressed flat against his neck as her wight caused his ribcage to snap. She might not have a 6th sense, but she has pretty good timing. Jerking back her elbow to hear the sound of a crunch, a NOSE breaking, Anastasia twirled quick on her feet, still on his chestâ-her staff THRUSTING forward, the electricity crackling through another hybrid and forcing him back against the wall.Â
Sheâs dainty and weightless on her toes, dodging swings as she continued to electrocute one of the many mutated-thugs. Another one running towards her with a shriek, her legs LOCK, iron stance and unmovable as he SLAMMED into her. With the right amount of lean as they collided, another CRUNCH could be heardâshe guessed his jaw from the momentum of how he ran into her, expecting her to collapse.
Subtle smirk and ragged pant, she yanked her staff backâthe OTHER had done most of the work needed, but god she wasnât used to his LOOK at all. Hearing footsteps from behind, Anastasia sighed, dropping her staff to shift a single leg silver, before pivoting her hips, legged kicked up and SWINGING her weight. a sickening crack and the mans head meeting brick, the vigilante dusted off her hands. The gurgle of groans all around the two of themâblue eyes glace towards the other.Â
If he was one of them, he wouldâve came running after her, too. She doesnât mean to stare, itâs just not a look you see everyday. Smile gentle as she crouched down to collapse her staff in two, thrusting it back into place on her thigh holsterâ
   â âthe more I fight these guys, the more I realize how much I hate spiders. You okay? â
Hybrid- or Scott, rather- is aware of the irony in the statement that had preceded Anaâs last question. With the tendrils protruding from his back, he resembles nothing so much as a monstrous, spider-like creature himself, despite the fact that the way the appendages sprout from his back are more akin to wings that might be found in contemporary depictions of angels- or demons. Heâs been mistaken for a vampire in the past; perhaps that has something to do with it. Certainly, itâs nothing as grisly as him draining his victims of blood- for all his intimidation tactics, fearsome appearance and reputation for brutality, the so-called Terror of Brooklyn doesnât kill.
Then again, most people northeast of Bushwick seemed to think that he was an urban legend until proven otherwise. In fact, heâs even met people who think the same of Spider-Man.
I been living here fifteen years and I ainât never seen him once. You ask me, itâs just a whaddyacallit, a scam to bring in tourists. The Daily Bugleâs probably got two or three of âem on the payroll-Â
The spider-like aspect of his own symbioteâs appearance seems to be an affectation thatâs carried over from Hybridâs âfatherâ Venom, whose trademark- aside from having a penchant for brains and more teeth than the Osmond Family- was the distinctive white spider logo emblazoned across his chest. Heâd read somewhere that the infamous black symbiote had started out as a living costume that Spider-Man had picked up on an alien world, and even after the creature had separated from its original host it had retained the symbol in addition to being able to emulate its previous ownerâs powers- which explained how Venom was able to shoot webbing and cling to walls, and also how all of Hybridâs symbiotes could do the same. His symbiotesâ other abilities- Agonyâs acid generation and the ability to fly, for example- were presumably just the result of mutation. A kind of evolution of the genetic material that the symbiotes had inherited from their ancestors.
For a brief moment, he made the mistake of wondering what an army of gangbangers with symbiotes would be capable of, and suppressed the urge to shudder. The goons hopped up on Spider-Ecstasy were bad enough. The mental image of New Yorkâs streets crawling with hoods who had the powers of Spider-Manâs arguably most dangerous enemy didnât bear thinking about.
{ So...you must be the Silver Lining of Hellâs Kitchen, huh? }