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Spider Quinn 01: Quinn and the Spider

Spider Quinn

Let’s do this one more time. My name is Quinn Morgendorffer and for the past several years, I have been the one and only SpiderGirl. But let’s start at the beginning…

01 Quinn and the Spider

It was an ordinary day at Lawndale High. Quinn Morgendorffer certainly thought so as she headed to her science class.

“Good morning, Class,” Ms. Janet Barch said. “The field trip is today. I hope you have given your permission slips to the office. This field trip will cover much information on Genetics and Entomology, so be sure to take notes. There will be a test next week. Oscorp is one of the leading companies in biotechnology today. Too bad it’s lead by a MAN!”

Everyone in the class was familiar with Barch’s opinion of men, so they didn’t asks questions about that.

They were soon on their way.

“Have you heard about Brooke’s latest surgery, Quinn?” Sandi Griffin asked.

“I have, Sandi,” Quinn replied. ‘Ew!’ She didn’t want to think about it.

“I haven’t, Sandi,” Stacy Rowe answered.

“Wha-at?” Tiffany Blum-Deckler asked.

Sandi sighed.

“What do you think this field trip is about?” Quinn asked, trying to change the topic. ‘Something about genes?’

Sandi glared at Quinn. “Qui-inn! That is a question I would expect from the mouth of that girl who lives with you!”

“No, she would already know, Sandi!” Quinn pointed out. She didn’t like to be reminded of Daria by Sandi!

Stacy gave a nervous look.

“I give you that, but you don’t need to know, Quinn,” Sandi said.

“I hope we don’t have to wear those ugly safety goggles,” Stacy said. “Ugh!”

“Would those make me look fat?” Tiffany asked.

Quinn sighed.

“Back to Brooke,” Sandi said.

“Let’s not,” Stacy said.

Sandi glared at Stacy.

“Eep!”

“We are talking about Brooke,” Sandi said.

“She’s suddenly so weird,” Tiffany added.

“I wouldn’t know,” Quinn said. “I haven’t seen her around.”

Sandi sighed.

The bus soon arrived at the destination. Ms. Barch supervised the class as they disembarked. “Make a straight line as we wait for our guide.” She grumbled as the thoughts of her ex husband came to her mind yet again. ‘I hope it’s not a male!’

‘How likely is that?’ Quinn wondered.

A guide soon approached. “Welcome to the Oscorp Lawndale Genetics Laboratory,” she said.

Ms. Barch gave a quick smile before they followed her inside.

After going through other rooms, the class entered a room filled with cages containing spiders.

“One project is the addition of genes from multiple species to create a hybrid,” the guide explained.

Quinn noticed that one cage was empty. She wasn’t the only one.

“One of them is missing,” Joey Black said.

“The researchers are probably working on it,” the guide said.

In fact, the spider had escaped! It was spinning a web near one of the air vents. A sudden gust dislodged it from the web!

It fell on Quinn’s shoulder! She noticed it. “Ew!” She tried to brush it off. But it bit her. “Ugh!” She squashed it. She then went pale and her vision went blurry.

“Quinn, are you OK?” Stacy asked.

“Dizzy!” Quinn said, before stumbling.

Sandi saw Quinn stumble after Stacy asked if she was OK. “Ms. Barch! Quinn isn’t feeling well.”

“Wha-at?” Tiffany asked.

Sandi saw that the bite site was swelling.

“What’s wrong?” Ms. Barch asked.

“Quinn’s not well!” Stacy answered.

“There was this spider,” Quinn explained.

Ms. Barch looked at Quinn.

“Class, we’re going back to school.”

Nurse Chase turned to Quinn. “Here’s some antivenom.”

She injected it into Quinn’s arm.

“Good thing, you have it.”

“There are spiders that Pavlov misses. But you still need to go home for the rest of the day.”

“Thanks,” Quinn said.

Helen was home early.

“Mom?” Quinn asked as she came inside.

“I was concerned when I received the call,” Helen responded.

“I’m feeling a little better.”

“Go up to your room and rest.”

Quinn didn’t argue.

Quinn entered her room in a daze. She looked at herself in the mirrors. “Gosh! I look pale!” She flopped onto her bed. She was asleep before she hit the sheets. She began to dream.

In the living room, her father was fretting. “Quinn was bitten by a spider! On no! We should take her to the hospital!”

“Jake! The school nurse gave her antivenom,” his wife, Helen said reassuringly. “She would have sent her to the hospital if she had concerns. We’ll see how she is in the morning.”

“The morning?”

“Yes.”

Quinn’s sister, Daria was in her room, on the phone with her friend Jane Lane. “…. So now, Quinn is recovering in her room,” she said.

“I suppose whatever date she was going on was cancelled,” Jane said.

“No doubt.”

“You’re going to be easy on her?”

“Not a chance,” Daria answered. “She will be back to her usual self tomorrow.”

“Or maybe she’ll be more insufferable.”

“Is there a word for insufferabler?”

Later that night after her parents and Daria had gone asleep, Quinn stirred, but remained asleep. However, she then started sleepwalking. She got out of bed and went downstairs.

She grabbed some food from the fridge and ate it. She headed back upstairs and to bed.

She awoke after sunrise. “I feel better, but something’s weird… What is it?” She went over to her mirrors. Something was off about her appearance. She found that her abdominal muscles are more defined. “What’s going on with me? Is this a nightmare?”

She decided to try to go back to sleep.

She awoke again and looked at the time. “Breakfast!”

She slipped at the top of the stairs. She summersaulted and then landed on her feet. “What just happened?” she asked herself. She wasn’t sure.

Helen was preparing breakfast when Quinn entered the kitchen. “How are you this morning, Quinn?”

“I feel a lot better.”

“We were worried.”

“You mean, Daddy was,” Quinn responded.

“Yes.”

Daria then entered the kitchen. “Oh. You’re up and about,” she said.

“I feel a lot better,” Quinn said again.

“I didn’t expect otherwise,” Daria said.

Quinn met Sandi and Stacy at a door as she arrived at the school. “Are you feeling better, Quinn?”

“I do,” Quinn responded.

Sandi gave a dubious look. “There’s like, a Fashion Club meeting this afternoon.”

“That’s fine,” Quinn responded. “I’m a lot better.”

Sandi gave another dubious look. “Good,” she said.

Later, in between classes, Quinn saw Brooke Peterson approaching.

“I see you were sent home yesterday,” Brooke said.

“So what?” Quinn asked.

“Something happened, didn’t it?” Brooke asked.

“Something,” Quinn murmured.

Brooke then tried to attack Quinn. Some sort of tingle caused Quinn to move out of the way. Brooke tried again, but she missed!

“Uh!” Brooke said. She swung again, hitting another locker. “Stay still!”

Quinn moved out of the way again.

Brooke then leapt at her.

Quinn jumped, quite high, right over Brooke!

Quinn was confused, something was definitely happening to her. She ran.

Quinn ended up on the roof. ‘What is happening to me?’ she wondered. ‘Was it that spider?’

She suddenly realised that she needed to get to class. She grabbed the doorknob. Her hand than somehow stuck to it. “Oh no!” she said as she panicked. The knob then came off in her hand. “Oh no!” Then a web came out of her wrist! “Ew!”

She was shocked and sat down. ‘What has happened to me so far?’ she wondered.

She sorted through the memories from earlier in the day. That her muscles were more defined. That there was some sort of danger sense that allowed her to avoid being hit by Brooke. That she was sticking to things. And that a web had come out of her wrist. She thought more on this before looking at her watch. “Yikes!”

Quinn ran late into History.

“You’re late, Ms. Morgendorffer!” Mr. DeMartino said.

“Sorry, something came up,” Quinn said.

“That’s alright, Ms. Morgendorffer. Just don’t do it again!”

The rest of the day went by without further incidents.

“See you at the meeting,” Sandi said they left the school.

‘I didn’t forget the meeting, Sandi!’ Quinn groused to herself as she walked away from the school.

She headed downtown. ‘This is a good time to test what I can do now.’

She looked at her right wrist. “What can I do with these webs?” She looked at a nearby building and remembered seeing a spider spinning it’s web.

“Right!”

She produced a web but it didn’t get far.

“Again!” she said with determination.

The second web came out faster and hit somewhere higher on the building.

She then jumped high, but came down on the ground.

‘I’ll try again.’

She ran and shot a web. This time she swung up at an angle. But she still slammed into a wall.

“Ugh!” she said as she fell down the wall. But not far. She found she was sticking to it. “Oh!”

‘I’m sticking to the wall! Can I climb down? Or up?”

She moved down the wall to the ground. “Even more like a spider! Ew! But can I climb up?”

She then climbed up.

She got to the eave. “Time to try swinging again,” she said as she looked at it. She produced webbing again, and swung.

This time she ended up on the roof. “That worked!”

She walked to the edge of the roof, and shot another web.

Soon she was going from rooftop to rooftop through Lawndale’s downtown. But she soon came to the edge of the downtown, where it and the suburbia met. ‘This is going to be more difficult,’ she thought as she looked over the sprawl towards home.

She swung to the ground.

As she went towards home, she wondered if she could swing from trees. There was only one way to find out.

She shot out webbing and it connected to a branch. She smiled and swung. She found that it worked, but not as well as in the built up area.

Ten minutes later, she swung up onto the roof of her house. She looked back in the direction she had just come. ‘I wonder what the future has in store.’

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Spider Quinn 07: Ashes to Ashes - Part 3

She looked at the time: 11:34. That was quite late. She switched off the light and then opened the door rather slowly so as to not make a sound. She looked down the hall and saw that there wasn’t any light coming from the spare room. ‘Good,’ she thought. But that didn’t mean that Linda was asleep. She quietly closed her bedroom door before tiptoeing across to Daria’s room. She opened that door quietly and entered that room before closing the door after her. She opened one of the side windows and quickly swung up onto the roof.

Once up there, she looked around to check that the neighbors, both to the side and behind, wouldn’t be able to see. There were hardly any house lights visible in the neighborhood. She then took off her nightgown and webbed it to the roof before putting on her mask.

SpiderGirl walked to the other end of the house and listened. Lawndale was quiet, allowing her to hear that many most of the people in the neighborhood were either listened to the radio in the bed, or up late watching TV. She could also hear trucks on the nearby Interstate. The town was quieter than it had been the past two weeks, other than the sounds of various owls that called the trees in it home. She sighed and then focused to the house below.

Her mother was working late again. That was something she was doing more since what happened, had happened. She also heard that Linda was indeed sleeping. She sighed in relief. She looked out to the north not wanting to swing off over the street. She had heard from her mother at dinner that the Senior Partner of her firm wanted to know her secret identity. She had heard enough about Jim Vitale such that she was rather certain that him finding out wouldn’t be good. Therefore she swung off over the yard. She had left the yard when she heard police sirens downtown. She then swung along the laneway in that direction.

Having dealt with a couple of thieves, SpiderGirl returned to the neighborhood and created a hammock out of webs between two trees in one of the Morgendorffer’s neighbor’s yards. It being a relatively warm night she then went to sleep.

Lawndale Sun-Herald

Tuesday December 8, 1999

SpiderGirl helps capture thieves.

SpiderGirl returned to the Morgendorffer house as the sun began to rise. She grabbed the nightgown before swinging down into her sister’s room. She closed the window before opening the door slowly. The door to the spare room was closed. She quickly entered her room.

Daria awoke early, sure that Jane was still asleep. It was an absolute certainty that Trent was.

“Daria?” It was their mother, who was rarely home, but Daria had met a few times before.

“Hi, Mrs. Lane.”

“Please, call me Amanda,” Amanda Lane said.

“Sure. I was staying over because of a mysterious guest at home.”

“Oh, you don’t need to explain yourself. You’re welcome to stay here whenever you like.”

“Thanks,” Daria said as she grabbed some eggs from the fridge. “You did shopping yesterday?” she asked as said fridge was usually empty when she visited.

Jane awoke early given that it was a school day. “Morning Daria, Mom.”

“Morning Jane,” her mother said. “What can you tell me about this Spider-Girl?”

“Not much,” Jane said.

“The same, other than that she fights crime,” Daria said.

“Oh, Daria. She is misguided as others. She’s making things worse. I have seen it before,” her mother asked.

“Where?” Daria asked.

Amanda thought about her daughter’s friend’s question. She wasn’t sure what information to give. If she gave a specific answer, Daria would press for more. She had to be evasive. “It is a major city, that’s all I can say,” she said.

“I see. I guess I will have to do some research,” Daria said.

Amanda just smiled.

“I’m not sure I really want to know who she is,” Daria said.

“That’s not the problem,” Jane said.

“That we don’t know her motivation?” Daria asked. “That is something I have thought about myself. She shows up out of nowhere and captures the criminals, or rescues would be victims from potential muggings, but why is she doing these things? What has she to gain from it.”

“No idea,” Amanda said. “But then the human mind, the human spirit, is a mystery.”

Daria looked to be in thought.

Sandi arrived at school uncertain as to what the future would bring. Her mother’s chastisement the previous day was also still on her mind. One thing that her mother didn’t say was to create a new Fashion Club. ‘One thing at a time,’ she thought.

However, something happened as she got to her locker.

“So, the club is no more?” Tori Jericho asked.

Sandi glared at the blonde gossip queen. “It is true that Quinn Morgendorffer used the nuclear option,” she said.

“I did hear that,” Tori said. “From Quinn herself, yesterday, as I saw her and the other two leave Ms. Li’s office.”

“I see,” Sandi said.

“So, what are you going to do now?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“You have no idea, don’t you?” Tori said.

Sandi slammed the locker shut as the bell rang.

Overall the day was as normal for the school. At lunch, Quinn thought about it as she went up to the roof. Again, she saw Daria and Jane there. But this time she was looking for them.

“We’re up here a lot,” Daria said when she had come over.

“I wanted to talk.”

“Oh.”

“Linda is still at home,” Quinn said.

“I knew that would be the case,” Daria said.

“Anything else?” Jane asked.

“You know what you said at Freemont?” Quinn asked.

“About us solving crime together?” Daria asked.

Quinn nodded.

“But I wouldn’t know where to start,” Daria admitted.

“Oh,” Quinn let out.

“I mean we can try, but you know that I don’t like getting involved,” Daria said.

“I mean we could talk about it, right?” Quinn asked.

“Certainly,” Daria said. “But it would take time to get going.”

“Of course,” Quinn said, disappointed. She turned to Jane. “What about you?”

“I’m with Daria,” Jane said. “We would have to think about it.”

“I see,” Quinn said.

“But I’m not saying no either,” Daria said.

“Nor am I,” Jane said.

“Thanks for your time,” Quinn said.

Daria watched her sister leave. She wasn’t sure what to make of what Quinn had asked. She turned to Jane. “You think she just wants Dad’s murderer caught? Or does she want something done about Lawndale’s crime?”

“I’m not sure,” Jane said. “You know her a lot more than I.”

“True, her grief is different to my grief. It could be the former.”

Quinn thought about what Daria had said. She knew that she would say something like that. “I guess SpiderGirl will continue to work alone,” she groused.

All day, Stacy and Tiffany avoided Sandi between classes. Stacy decided that the end of the Fashion Club was an opportunity to make more friends. As she came out of the last class, she noticed a flyer. “Anime Club,” she said. “Sounds cool.” She noticed that the next meeting would be the next day. “I’ll be there!” she decided.

Helen didn’t hear back from Fields all day.

Daria and Quinn got home to see Linda cleaning.

“Hi, Daria, Quinn. Just doing some cleaning,” she said.

“You didn’t need to,” Quinn said.

“If I’m staying a while, I need to pull my own weight,” Linda said.

“I can’t argue against that,” Daria said as she went up the stairs.”

“I guess not,” Quinn said as she followed her sister.

“So, what’s happening tonight?” Daria asked Quinn once they were both outside their rooms.

“I’m staying here, although Tiffany is coming over.”

“Tiffany?” Daria asked.

“Yeah, she’s far from as dumb as you think she is!”

“I stepped right into that one,” Daria said as she entered her room.

Helen came home and saw that Linda was vacuuming. “You didn’t need to do that.”

“I’m staying here at the moment. I can’t just sit around doing nothing.”

“I’m sure you aren’t,” Helen said.

“There aren’t that many jobs listed in the Sun-Herald!”

“You’ve only been here a couple of days. It might take a while,” Helen said.

“I know that, but I want to make Lawndale my home! Having a job…”

‘She’s desperate, but why?’ Helen asked herself. “I know.”

“…And so, Stacy is joining the Anime Club,” Tiffany said.

“She told me about it,” Quinn said. “I wonder if they have superhero shows?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Tiffany said. “But Japan does have strange events.”

‘I’ll need to look into those,’ Quinn thought.

There was a knock at the door and her mother came in with the cordless phone. “It’s Mrs. Gupty for you, Quinn.”

“You’re still babysitting Tad and Tricia?” Tiffany asked.

“Yes,” Quinn answered as she took the phone.

“Evening Quinn,” Lauren Gupty said.

“Evening, Mrs. Gupty,” Quinn responded as she saw her mother close the door behind her and Tiffany examining herself in the mirrors.

“Lester and I are going out tomorrow evening,” Lauren said. “I am wondering if you will be available.”

“I am available.”

“I mean, I heard about what happened to your father.”

“Yes,” Quinn said quietly, “But I’m coping.” If one could call going out at night and webbing up criminals ‘coping.’

“That’s good,” Lauren responded. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow night then.”

“I’ll be there.”

“So, you’re baby-sitting tomorrow night?” Tiffany asked, after Quinn had hung up.

“Yes,” Quinn answered. “it will help me keep my mind off the visitor,” Quinn said.

“Right.”

Daria did her homework and then went down to where her mother was working in the loungeroom. “Any progress on the background check?” she asked.

“None, yet,” her mother answered.

“I see,” Daria said quietly.

Quinn awoke in the middle of the night, a nightmare about her father’s demise still fresh in her mind. ‘With Great Power, comes Great Responsibility,’ she thought as she looked over to where Tiffany was sleeping. She saw that her friend was indeed sleeping. She looked at the clock radio. 3:13. ‘A lot later than usual.’ Once again she carefully checked to see that neither Linda, nor Daria had their lights on. Nothing. She closed the door behind her and carefully opened the hall window, before climbing down the trellis.

SpiderGirl found the night to be similar the previous night as she listened to the town from a tree in the backyard. She heard sirens down near the creek. ‘Something there,’ she thought as she swung in that direction.

Peterson saw SpiderGirl arrive.

“Hi, Peterson,” SpiderGirl said.

“A body was found dumped in the creek,” Peterson said. “Discovered by an officer responding to an anonymous call from a phone booth.”

“And the person disappeared?” SpiderGirl asked.

“Yes,” Peterson said with a sigh. “Another murder unsolved.”

“How did they die?”

“Single gunshot wound to the chest.”

“I see,” SpiderGirl said, her voice hard.

“The latest in an increasing trend,” Peterson said. She looked. SpiderGirl was gone.

SpiderGirl was angry. Yet another murder in Lawndale! She wasn’t sure whether the perp was the same one who took her father’s life, but she knew that she wouldn’t head straight home.

SpiderGirl arrived home just before sunrise. She walked up to the house from the backyard. The laneway behind was full of trees, which would make any observation difficult.

Tiffany stirred and saw Quinn re-entering the room. “Quinn?”

“I was looking at the sunrise,” Quinn said.

“Very pretty,” Tiffany said. She often looked at the sunrise if she was up at that time.

“That it is,” Quinn said.

Quinn and Tiffany met Stacy as they arrived at school. “Morning,” Quinn said.

“Morning,” Stacy said cheerfully.

“So, the Anime Club?” Quinn asked.

“Yes, I hope to make more friends,” Stacy said.

Then Tori came up to the trio. “Quinn! Just the person I wanted to see.”

“Hi Tori,” Quinn said.

“A heads up, Sandi is stirring up trouble,” Tori said with a worried tone.

“How?” Quinn asked, although she had some idea.

“Half truths,” Tori answered.

“I see,” Quinn said. “It’s like last week!”

“Like with the aliens and Mr. DeMartino?” Tori asked.

“Yes,” Quinn answered. “We need to counter the lies with the truth.”

“Not like Mr. O’Neill pulled,” Tori said.

“No…” Quinn thought. “But first, what have you heard?”

“Are you sure?” Stacy asked.

“Quite sure,” Quinn said.

“First that you used the nuclear option under false pretences,” Tori said.

“We were upfront with her,” Stacy said. “I still have my notes!”

“Good!” Tori said, “But that’s not all.”

The bell then rang.

As they had different homerooms, they then parted, but Tori promised to get back to them at Lunch.

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