MARVEL -BLACK SPIDERMAN

"Orange soda?"

Fletcher shook her head. "Didn't I tell you? I don't share your odd hobbies."

"You like blood drinks, I know," Gina, the theater manager, replied, "but maybe you should try something different."

Fletcher's gaze remained on the movie screen, watching Kraven's boastful speech. "People's tastes don't change so easily, Gina. Just like their personalities—they're set and unchangeable. If I were you, I'd stay away from me. I'm not a good person, and I've always planned to destroy this city."

"Good," Gina replied with a smirk. "Because I'm not a good person either."

Her tone turned serious as she continued, "I'm full of foul words, bad habits, and worse intentions. I smoke, drink, and curse like a sailor. To be honest, I'm like a walking pile of garbage—rotten to the core. You think I'm a good person? Anyone who stays close to me will only find trouble."

Fletcher remained silent as Gina adjusted her glasses, revealing dark, shadowy pupils.

"You see, Fletcher," Gina said, leaning back, "we're two of a kind. Bad people with bad intentions."

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Fletcher wasn't just a theater investor; she was a hidden puppet master, producing grisly "reality show" films where the participants often ended up dead.

"Since I've boarded your ship, there's no turning back," Gina remarked, her eyes fixed on the screen.

Kraven the Hunter continued to flaunt his skills, prompting Gina to chuckle. "This hunter's a bit of a romantic, don't you think?"

Fletcher shifted her position. "Romantic? You want to date him, or do you just enjoy watching a man act like a beast in the woods?"

Gina grinned. "Maybe both. Who's to say he won't meet someone special out there—like an orangutan or a baboon?"

"He won't meet anyone today," Fletcher replied, her tone calm. "I've sent him his favorite prey. Let's see how he handles it. I expect this reality show to be my best one yet."

"You're not worried about drawing attention to yourself?" Gina asked, her voice tinged with concern.

"Attention? From who? A vampire hunter? Or the Spider-Man everyone's so obsessed with? No one can stop me," Fletcher declared, standing up. "Enjoy the show, Gina. I'll be back after I order a pizza."

Her eyes glowed blood-red as she walked into the shadows.

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Brooklyn – A Bar Back Alley

"Bang!"

A large man was sent flying through the bar's door, crashing to the ground.

The man, a tattooed hulk of fat and muscle, clutched his splinted fingers in pain as Blade strode toward him.

Blade grabbed him by the collar, slamming him against the wall. Dust and debris rained down from above.

The man's tattoos—a fire-breathing snake coiled around his stomach and another wrapping around his thigh—did little to intimidate Blade.

Blade punched him hard in the stomach.

The man groaned and fell to his knees, clutching his gut.

"If you don't talk," Blade growled, "I won't hesitate to get creative."

The man spat out blood but managed to sneer. "Go ahead. Do your worst."

Blade smirked and pressed his silver knife against the man's throat. "I was hoping you'd say that."

The man flinched, his bravado crumbling. "Alright, alright! What do you want to know?"

Blade pulled out a photo and shoved it in the man's face.

"Tell me about this woman," Blade demanded.

The photo showed a party scene with the man in the foreground. In the background sat a striking woman—Fletcher Gaines.

"She's your boss, isn't she?" Blade pressed.

The man hesitated before nodding. "Yeah, that's her. Fletcher Gaines. But why didn't you just ask earlier?"

"Tell me everything about her."

"She's... a major shareholder of Midnight Cinema. She's a vampire, but she doesn't mingle with the others. No one knows her origins, and she always has werewolves hanging around."

"Is she the one behind the recent vampire activity in New York?"

"Maybe. She keeps to herself, but we know not to cross her. Even other vampires are scared of her."

Blade's expression hardened. "Who else is working with her?"

"She's close with Gina, the manager of Qianen Cinema. If anyone knows her plans, it's Gina."

Blade sheathed his knife. "Thanks for the information."

As he turned to leave, the man muttered under his breath, "You'll all pay for this."

Before he could finish, a silver dart flew out of the shadows, lodging in his mouth. Blood splattered as his teeth shattered, leaving him writhing in pain.

The dart burned as it pierced deeper, silencing him for good.

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