Spider-Drak

(9-year time skip, Age 14 – Summer before High School)

Hello. It has been nine years since I first convinced my parents to buy me that chemistry set. These nine years have been packed with hard work, countless experiments, and enough preparation to tackle almost anything the future might throw my way.

Over the years, I have transformed myself, both mentally and physically. I have trained my body to be strong and agile, mastered complex academic subjects, and built a foundation that could support any path I choose.

A lot has happened during this time. One of the more memorable events was meeting my cousin, Ed. If you are familiar with Kim Possible, you might recognize him as Motor Ed, the loud and flashy villain obsessed with cars.

I met Ed for the first time when I was seven years old, during a family barbecue my parents hosted. Even back then, at just ten years old, he was completely consumed by his love for vehicles. 

He talked about turbochargers, muscle cars, and every detail you can imagine regarding engines. If it had wheels and an engine, it fascinated him.

Now, Ed is seventeen, and his passion for cars has only grown stronger. From what I can tell, he is just a regular teenager with a hobby he is deeply obsessed with. He does not seem to be heading down any dark or dangerous paths. At least, not yet.

Another unforgettable moment came when I was eight. That was the year a meteor crashed into a family's treehouse in Go City. If you are familiar with the story, you already know which family I am talking about.

That meteor changed everything for the Go siblings, turning them from ordinary kids into some of the most famous superpowered individuals in the city. 

The news covered it extensively at the time, showing how the treehouse was destroyed while the family walked away physically unharmed. However, their lives were far from unaffected.

The meteor gave them powers. Sheila Go, now known as Shego, was just a little girl back then. She was probably around my age at the time. 

As for me, I quickly realized that I inherited Drakken's extraordinary intellect. From an early age, I began pushing myself to use that potential to its fullest extent. 

By the time I was ten, I was studying subjects like college-level chemistry, physics, and engineering. Now, at fourteen, I can confidently say I outmatch most professionals in these fields.

Of course, I did not just keep my talents limited to studying. I began creating things. At first, they were simple inventions, made purely for fun, but as my skills grew, so did my ambitions. 

I started designing gadgets that were both practical and innovative. Eventually, I realized I could monetize them.

I began selling my creations online. Portable chargers, LED customization kits, beginner robotics kits, and even more advanced gadgets were sold under a pseudonym. The money I earned gave me the freedom to experiment with bigger and better projects.

When I turned twelve, I decided to take on another challenge: hacking. I never targeted innocent people or caused harm for fun. My focus was on unethical corporations. 

Companies that exploited workers, polluted the environment, or broke laws without consequences. I would extract small amounts of money from their accounts and either fund my projects or donate to charities working against their damage.

Physically, I have worked just as hard. Thanks to genetics, I am already 5'11 with a solid, athletic frame. However, I have not relied on my natural build alone. I began focusing on stamina, agility, and flexibility when I was six years old. By the time I was ten, I convinced my parents to let me join a gymnastics program.

They thought it was a simple afterschool activity, but it turned out to be one of the best decisions I ever made. Gymnastics taught me balance, control, and the ability to move with precision and grace.

At twelve, I took things a step further. Using some of the money I earned from selling my gadgets, I secretly enrolled in MMA classes. My parents would have freaked out if they had known, especially my mom, who still babies me constantly. 

But the training has been worth it. Learning how to fight, defend myself, and handle physical confrontations has given me a level of confidence I never thought I would have.

Despite all this preparation, I have not forgotten to enjoy the small things in life. I still play video games, watch cartoons, and hang out with my family and the friends I have made at school.

But something happened recently, something I could never have planned for, no matter how much I prepared. 

It began on an ordinary summer afternoon when I decided to explore the town. My parents were busy, and I did not feel like staying home.

That was when I stumbled across an old antique shop tucked away on a quiet side street. The windows were filled with dusty trinkets and faded signs. As I pushed the creaky wooden door open, I was hit with the scent of old wood and paper.

Inside, shelves were crammed with oddities. There were ancient-looking statues, strange vials filled with unidentifiable liquids, stacks of books with cracked leather covers, and faded paintings.

"Take your time," the shopkeeper said from behind the counter. He was an older man with gray hair who barely glance up from his ledger.

I nodded and began browsing, not really looking for anything in particular. That was when I found it—a small wooden box carved with intricate patterns and symbols.

I picked it up carefully, fascinated by the craftsmanship. The lid was slightly ajar, and curiosity got the better of me. I tilted the lid open to get a better look inside.

What happened next changed everything.

The moment I opened the box, something inside moved. Before I could react, a sleek, black-and-purple spider darted out and onto my hand.

I froze as it scurried across my palm, its legs moving unnervingly fast. Then, without warning, it sank its fangs into the back of my hand.

Pain exploded immediately, sharp and searing, like molten fire spreading through my veins. Acting purely on instinct, I slammed my hand against the nearest shelf, crushing the spider instantly. 

But instead of falling to the floor, its body glowed with a strange, eerie light before vanishing completely.

No body. No blood. Nothing. It was just gone.

I stared at the back of my hand, my heart racing. Two small puncture marks were already swelling, surrounded by an angry red halo. The pain didn't stop it only intensified, traveling up my arm and into my chest like a wildfire.

"Everything alright back there?" the shopkeeper called out, his voice pulling me back to reality.

I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to sound calm. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just… got startled by a bug."

"If you need help, let me know," he said before going back to whatever he was doing.

I didn't stick around. I placed the box back on the shelf and left the shop, clutching my hand the entire way home. 

By the time I stumbled into my room, the pain was unbearable. My muscles spasmed, and I collapsed onto my bed, sinking into a haze of agony before passing out completely.

When I woke up, everything was… different.

The first thing I noticed was that the pain was gone, replaced by an eerie calm. My senses felt sharper, clearer, as if the world had been turned up to high definition. 

I could hear the faint chirping of birds outside, even though my window was closed. The smell of breakfast wafted up from the kitchen, even though it was two floors down.

Sitting up, I flexed my hand, half-expecting it to still hurt. But the puncture marks were gone, as if the bite had never happened. That wasn't the only change. When I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I almost didn't recognize myself.

My physique had shifted overnight. My muscles were leaner, more defined, like I'd spent years training in a professional gym. My posture felt balanced, and every movement I made was smooth and controlled.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening. I had been bitten by a spider. I now had enhanced abilities. The question is which powers I had.

Spider-Man's story is practically public knowledge at this point. Enhanced strength, speed, agility, reflexes, wall-crawling, and the famous Spider-Sense. If I really had his abilities, I needed to find out.

I headed to the clearing in the woods, the spot where I usually tested my inventions. It was secluded and out of sight, the perfect place to experiment with my newfound abilities.

First, I decided to test my strength. There was a heavy log in the clearing that I had never been able to move before. I bent down, gripped it tightly, and lifted. To my surprise, it came off the ground with ease. The weight felt insignificant, as if I were lifting a pillow instead of a log.

Next, I tested my speed. I sprinted across the clearing, pushing myself as hard as I could.

 The world blurred around me as my legs moved faster than I thought possible. The wind roared in my ears, and before I knew it, I was on the other side of the clearing, barely out of breath.

Agility came next. I found a tree and climbed it, testing my coordination and grip. My fingers and toes seemed to latch onto the bark like magnets, giving me complete control over my movements.

But that wasn't all. As I sat on the tree, I noticed something strange about my arm. The sunlight filtering through the leaves wasn't reflecting off it the way it should have. Instead, my arm seemed to blend with the bark, camouflaging itself.

I focused on the sensation, trying to spread it across my body. Slowly, my entire form began to fade into the background. I wasn't just blending in I was becoming invisible.

And then there was the electricity. I discovered that entirely by accident. While testing my grip strength on a thick branch, I felt a tingling in my fingers. 

Sparks danced across my fingertips, and the branch scorched beneath my touch. Startled, I let go and stumbled back.

I experimented further, focusing on the tingling sensation. This time, the electricity responded to my will, forming controlled arcs between my fingers. It felt like holding raw energy, and I couldn't help but grin. 

As excited as I was, one question kept nagging at me: what now?

Spider-Man uses his powers to save people and fight crime, but I don't have the same sense of duty or justice. 

I also don't want to go down the same destructive path as Drakken. My life is complicated enough without throwing superheroics—or supervillainy—into the mix.

For now, my best option is to keep training, test the limits of my abilities, and stay under the radar. Whatever happens next, I'll be ready for it.

Welp, time to see if I'm radioactive.

After everything that had happened, I couldn't stop thinking about the spider. Its strange colors, the way it moved, and the fact that it disappeared in a flash of light when I crushed it were all far from ordinary. 

Now, my body had changed, and I had powers. But I needed to know exactly what those powers were.

Back in my lab, I started with a few basics. I pricked my finger, collected a small drop of blood, and placed it under the microscope. Everything looked normal at first, but as I zoomed in closer, I noticed subtle differences. 

My red blood cells seemed to shimmer faintly, reflecting light in ways they shouldn't. My platelets appeared denser, almost reinforced, as though my body had undergone some kind of optimization. It was fascinating, but it raised even more questions.

I ran a Geiger counter next, holding my breath as it buzzed faintly. To my relief, there were no spikes. 

Whatever changes had been made to me, they weren't harmful or radioactive. That was one less thing to worry about.

But that still left a much bigger question: how far did my abilities go? I knew I had strength, speed, agility, and the ability to stick to walls. 

But what about the spider-sense? If I really had an instinct for detecting danger, like Spider-Man, I needed to figure out how it worked—and if it went beyond just dodging attacks.

I started small, using the tennis ball shooter I had rigged up years ago. The results were immediate. Every time a ball fired at me, I felt a faint tingling at the base of my skull just before it hit. 

It wasn't painful, just a gentle pulse of awareness that seemed to direct my body to move before my conscious mind could process what was happening. I dodged effortlessly, twisting and ducking with precision. It was like my body had a mind of its own.

But I wanted to push further. If this sense was real, could it do more than just warn me of immediate threats? Could it help me map out my surroundings or detect things I couldn't see?

I shut off the tennis ball shooter and closed my eyes, standing perfectly still in the center of the room. I focused on the tingling sensation, willing it to expand beyond just reacting to danger. At first, there was nothing. Just silence and the faint hum of my lab equipment.

Then, something shifted. It was like an invisible pulse radiated outward from my body, almost like sonar. In an instant, I had a mental picture of the entire room, as if I could "see" everything around me without opening my eyes. 

I could sense the edges of the walls, the height of the ceiling, the cluttered tables covered in tools and gadgets. It wasn't just the objects, though. I could feel life.

I turned my attention toward the corner of the room. In my mind's eye, I "saw" a small spider crawling across a shelf, its movements slow and deliberate. 

In another corner, a fly buzzed quietly, barely noticeable to my ears but perfectly clear in this strange mental map. It was as if my body was tuned to detect even the smallest traces of life nearby.

The sensation faded as quickly as it came, leaving me slightly dizzy but exhilarated. I opened my eyes and confirmed what I had sensed. The spider was there, crawling exactly where I had pictured it, and the fly was hovering near a stack of old books.

I sat down, trying to process what had just happened. This wasn't just a reflexive sense for danger. It was something much bigger. My body could instinctively map out my surroundings, detecting both physical structures and living creatures with pinpoint accuracy. It was like having a built-in radar.

If I could refine this ability, it could change everything. I would be able to sense what was happening around me at all times, even in complete darkness or behind walls. The possibilities felt limitless, and the thought sent a thrill through me.

Feeling both mentally and physically drained from the day's experiments, I made my way back to my room. 

The moment I hit the bed, exhaustion took over, and I drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.