On the roof of a building, a beautiful, curvy woman was observing the disastrous situation below in front of the Fisk Tower. She was holding an orange cat in her arms.
"That was a close one. What were you doing there? If Mom Felicia didn't find you, you would have become a snack for those big ugly people."
"Meow!" (You would have become a snack if I wasn't there, stupid cow!)
"I feel like someone is talking badly about me."
"Okay, my kitty, where did your carefree master go? Leaving you alone here—he's a naughty boy who needs to be punished!"
An hour earlier
Felicia, aka Black Cat, had followed Alex, who was in his standard form of a 16-year-old teenager, resembling a black version of the Spider-Woman costume. Despite his size, he had a well-built body; Felicia could have sworn she saw a bulge coming from the boy's crotch.
Despite being very flexible and very skilled with her grappling hook, she had lost track of the boy, who was moving at high speed, making her lose a lot of time.
Felicia wondered why she wouldn't go home instead of looking for the Spider-Boy and the cat. To her horror, the city, which had shown signs of anarchy earlier, had turned into a zombie apocalypse scenario under dark and depressing clouds.
Lost in thought,
she missed the hook of her grappling hook and hit her head on the wall, falling into a dark alley.
"Fuck!" Fortunately for her, her fall was not great; she had nothing wrong except muscular pain and a headache that made her see double.
In front of her, many silhouettes moved in the dark with ghostly moans.
"Shit! These things are everywhere? I have to get out of here." Felicia tried to hang with her grappling hook, but because of stress or headache, she stumbled and dropped her tool.
At the same time, a meow was heard, followed by a sound of tearing and chewing. Then... nothing more; no sound came from the dark alley.
Felicia had already given up the idea of fleeing and had taken out her sharp claws.
Against all expectations, an orange cat came out of the shadows.
"OUffff! Kitty, you scared me." She thought that the noises and the silhouettes she had seen were just her vision distorted by the shock of the fall.
Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the cat and lifted herself into the air with her grappling hook that she had picked up.
Now, with her new companion, she wondered what she was going to do.
"So, kitten, why did your master abandon you? He's a superhero, right? Oh my god! Don't tell me those ugly people got him. He looked so young."
"Meow!" (You talk too much!) The cat ignored the woman. Although the latter seemed to have an instinct to understand cats, she was not really an ordinary cat; only this interesting boy could understand one hundred percent what she was saying.
Suddenly, her ears stood up. She looked in a certain direction down in the middle of the street next to the Fisk Tower.
Felicia followed the direction of her gaze, but there was nothing but crowds of zombies.
The next second, a great jolt was felt.
"What was that?" Felicia had barely finished speaking when the street she was watching exploded, throwing her to the ground.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a silhouette with a 20-meter wingspan rush into the air.
Felicia's eyes were about to come out of her sockets, and she exclaimed,
"A dragon!!!"
A moment earlier.
"DASH OF THE BLACK DRAGON!!!"
With incredible speed and strength, the dragon's body transformed into a large black-purple blur, crushing the spider and piercing the armored ceiling of the facility.
With monstrous strength, he rose to the surface, tearing apart a horde of zombies in his passage, and rushed into the air with his victim. Approaching the clouds at a crazy speed, Alex, in his Dremon form (Dragon + Venom),
divorced the spider's head from its body by eating it, then spread his wings to brake and threw his opponent's body higher.
Opening his mouth, he used his last resources to disintegrate the body of the giant spider that could regenerate.
This time, he stopped saying the name of his attack; it's a little weird to yell every time he uses his skills.
"No hard feelings. You didn't ask anyone to be a lab subject. I'll find the one who did this to you... rest in peace," addressing his farewells to this poor creature.
With a terrifying cry of dragon and symbiote, Alex spat a breath of purple flame that was filled with his yin energy. In contact with the remaining body, which was still struggling even without a head, it did not burn but dissolved. Alex could only use his yin flames; in his symbiotic form, he had to find a way in the future to heal his symbiotic armor and Venna from the trauma of heat and sound.
With a last breath, Alex exploded the body of the beast.
The clouds around dispersed, and the rain stopped.
When there was nothing left of his opponent, he began to deflate like a balloon to find himself in his smallest size of 1 meter.
"Damn, I'm too high!"
While waiting to fall, he began to gorge himself at high speed on meat, cakes, and pizzas to recover a little. He no longer had the energy to take out his wings, his scales, or his symbiotic armor; even his rubbery body had weakened.
BOOM
After about 2000 meters of fall, Alex miraculously fell into an alleyway, not hitting any building or sharp object—only the cold concrete ground cracking under him. Alex had managed to slow himself down at the last moment with a blanket that he took out of his warehouse.
The place where he landed was much farther from where he took off, from Manhattan to Brooklyn. He felt like he had broken bones, but it reminded him of the good old days before awakening his mutations.
Since he left the temple and settled in New York, he had not stopped traveling on the continent, breaking bones even at a young age. He had known that, and he had never weakened. This time, it was child's play with his regeneration; he just needed a little nap.
Alex fainted in this abandoned place...