Spider Man Garbage Can Novels & Stories

"I have you. And I have the Ghost." "The Ghost is dead, Leo," Elena said, her voice softening. "You told the city that yourself." "The Ghost of the Gutter is dead," Leo agreed, his eyes flashing a brilliant, dangerous green. "But the Ghost of the High-Rise... he’s just getting started." High above them, in the dark rafters of the Sky-Lounge, a small, mechanical spider, no larger than a coin, flickered with a red light. It wasn't Syndicate tech. It was the same light Leo had seen on the black ship.

His bony back took the hit instead. Smack! "Dad!" The man collapsed to the floor. The manager was a strength-type mutant. That slap rattled straight through bone and muscle. The man's face twisted in pain the moment he hit the ground. Still, he forced himself up, eyes fixed on his son struggling in the manager's grip. "Sir," he said hoarsely, "We really found it. We work at the trash pit. It was in the trash. We don't go anywhere else. We couldn't steal food like that. Please. Let us go."

I remember the taste of honey-glazed chicken, the buttery rice, the sweet cake that melted on my tongue. The memory makes my stomach clench so hard I double over. I grip my middle, lips trembling. Then I hear footsteps. Panicked, I step to the side, slipping into the shadows of the alley near the building. I watch as two staff members walk out with bags of trash, tossing them into the metal bins just outside. My eyes follow them as they disappear inside. And an idea sparks. Maybe I could… check the garbage. Maybe there’s something left. It’s not like I haven’t done it before.

Millions of them. "Sanitation drones," I realized, feeling a cold pit in my stomach. "They're designed to eat organic waste. And since we aren't registered in the database..." "We're the garbage," Marcus finished. The sea of silver beetles surged forward. "Run!" I yelled.

Disposable cups and empty bottles crunched under my knees. I grappled with a garbage bag that was so overstuffed the plastic ripped. When I lifted it, the putrid contents exploded over the floor, coating my hands and the nearby counter. I groaned, planting my hands on my hips, exhausted and disgusted. This relentless misery was my price for staying close to the monsters. A deep voice sliced through the filth, so close it made me jump. “Look who’s playing in the dirt.” I whirled around. My breath hitched.

“Alright, we move fast. No mistakes.” They slipped through the fence where Spider had expertly cut the wires earlier. The compound’s interior was a maze of sterile hallways, the faint hum of machines and distant cries of… something, echoing down the corridors. “Do you hear that?” Spider’s voice dropped. “Babies. Or clones. Or worse,” Widowmaker said grimly. “We’re too late to stop some of this, but not all.” They moved with purpose, disabling cameras and avoiding guards. At one point, Spider nearly triggered an alarm when she froze, spotting a terrified young girl curled in a containment pod.

The man equally screams, skittering on his feet. At that moment, the stupid man pours the rubbish he’s holding on me!!!! “Ahhh!!!!” I double my screams as I feel the garbage, rotten baked beans, noodles, and all the shitty leftovers dropping down on my body. Omigod!” I belt out, almost crying as I feel the strong urge to puke! “Ughhhh!!!” the man screams again st the sight of me. “Who are you? Ghosts?” Quickly, he does a sign of the cross and screams again. “Father lord! I’m gonna call the security!!!”

Call me paranoid. Call me what you will. But this place was freakish, and never more clearly than now as I pushed through a crowd gathered around a transparent tank in which an armless and horribly burn-scarred man wearing nothing but a Speedo sat among thousands of hairy spiders that crawled over his body like a shivering coat of fleece. The onlookers squealed as the object of their delight opened his mouth, inviting one of the hairy crawlers inside. When the spider accepted the invitation, their voices grew even shriller. When the man bit into it, they lost all semblance of belonging to a civilized species.

Looks like you're insistent on digging your own grave. "So how about this, human. Either you come to me, or I'll come to you and gobble you up." The Humanoid Spider looked at Lucas. Lucas was flabbergasted when he heard its statement. He asked the Humanoid Spider, "Haven’t you noticed my Apocalyptic Legion?" The Humanoid Spider was dumbfounded. Needless to say, he had only been focusing his attention on Lucas and failed to notice the five zombies beside him. It only fixed its eyes on the zombies after hearing Lucas’ comment.