[Chapter 59. A Shift In The Genre, Monarch's Hidden Ace & Totoro's Mysterious Gig.]
Last Time on Chapter 058 of From Shadows To The Spotlight —
It had all led to this moment. The tension had been simmering beneath the surface for so long that when Dr. Connors finally injected himself with the Lizard DNA serum, his monstrous transformation felt less like a twist and more like a grim inevitability.
Yet, rather than showing the moment outright, the camera chose restraint. Instead of a dramatic, in-your-face metamorphosis, it lingered on the fallout—on the subtle, creeping horror of what Connors had done.
He had fled from home in a panic, leaving behind his terrified wife, who had no idea the monster now roaming the city was the man she loved. And when Peter finally faced the Lizard for the first time, it wasn't a heroic battle. It wasn't even a fight.
It was something ripped straight from a horror movie.
This wasn't just a supervillain. It wasn't some costumed criminal with a grandiose plan for world domination. This was Dr. Connors—brilliant, broken, and utterly consumed by his own obsession.
And yet, while the audience's eyes were glued to Spider-Man, while Stan's were on Peter.
The boy he had created.
Watching him try, and fail, to save a man from the consequences of his own actions.
Now Continuing —
The theater was utterly silent.
The audience sat perched on the edges of their seats, barely daring to breathe. It was a moment where everything—the genre, the tone, the stakes—shifted in an instant.
A movie that had begun as an uplifting, coming-of-age story about a teenager discovering his powers and learning to use them for good had twisted into something else entirely.
Now, that same boy wasn't just learning what it meant to be a hero.
He was fighting for his life.
The air-conditioning hummed in the background, but the tension was thick enough to make people sweat. Eyes were wide, knuckles white against armrests.
The Lizard didn't fight like a traditional villain or a human; ithunted. Its movements were feral, unpredictable.
It didn't throw punches—It slashed, lunged, stalked it's prey through the wreckage of Midtown High. And Peter—just a kid, despite his powers—was barely surviving by the skin of his teeth.
Every near-miss, every razor-sharp claw that sliced through empty air just inches from Peter's body, sent a fresh wave of adrenaline through the crowd.
Soft mutterings filled the theater.
"Come on, Spidey."
"You got this..."
Fingers dug into armrests, people leaned forward unconsciously, willing the boy on the screen to make it out alive.
And then, with brutal ease, the Lizard hurled Spider-Man straight through the doors of the school library.
The room was wrecked within seconds. Books flew off the shelves, tables splintered under the weight of their battle. And yet, amid the chaos, a janitor calmly pushed his mop across the floor, entirely oblivious to the destruction unfolding just a few meters away from him.
A Walkman dangled from his blue work uniform, tinny music filtering through his headphones. He didn't even realize that right behind him Spider-Man was fighting to save him as the Lizard was randomly throwing chairs and desks around.
One even came close to hitting him, but Spidey caught it right before it could hit the old man and swung it right back at the Lizard.
And that old man was random background artist.. no it was the One Above All—Stan Lee.
Alex had been careful when it came to product placement, avoiding anything too blatant that might yank the audience out of the story. But he had left in a few familiar touches—small, everyday things.
A Walkman. Some well-placed soda brands. A few recognizable cars on the streets of New York. Just enough to make the world feel real.
But this cameo? This wasn't about realism.
It was about paying respect to the man who started it all.
Stan had been deeply touched when Alex insisted that he appear in every Marvel film and TV show going forward.
"In my eyes, you're the One Above All," Alex had said. "It only makes sense that you'd always be there, watching over the characters you brought to life."
It had nearly brought a tear to Stan's eye.
Because he knew the way things usually went in Hollywood.
The original creators were often pushed aside, their contributions minimized or erased entirely as studio executives and screenwriters tore apart their stories, convinced they could "improve" them.
They never learned. Never did.
"Don't fix what isn't broken."
It was an old saying, but that didn't make it any less true.
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"That can't be?!"
A gasp of surprise broke through the quiet intensity of the theater. It was an involuntary exclamation, the kind that only a true comic book fan could make upon spotting something remarkable.
"Is that... Stan Lee?" another voice asked, filled with disbelief.
"Must be, right? I heard he was involved in the creative process as well," a girl chimed in, her excitement barely contained at the unexpected Easter egg.
A young man sitting nearby turned his head slightly. "Who is he?"
Only a handful of comic book nerds in the audience recognized the old man on screen—the man who had built Marvel from the ground up.
The man whose imagination had given life to some of the most beloved characters in history.
Stan Lee.
As the chaos of the battle escalated, Spider-Man managed to lure the Lizard away from the ruined library, leading him toward the chemistry labs. His mind was already at work, formulating a plan.
Then, a collective flinch rippled through the crowd when Spider-Man, in a desperate attempt to shield another student, was caught mid-motion.
The Lizard's massive claws closed around him, and with a single, brutal motion, the creature hurled him straight through the lab's doors.
Peter crashed into the room, scattering desks and glassware as he skidded to a halt. He barely had time to breathe before the Lizard stormed in after him, its reptilian eyes scanning the room.
But in the chaos, with panicked students scrambling for the back exit, the monster lost track of its prey. It snarled and lunged towards them—only for Spider-Man to stop it at the last moment.
A web shot out, catching the Lizard mid-air. Using its own momentum against it, Peter swung the creature around in a sharp arc before hurling it straight through the window. The glass shattered, sending the beast tumbling into the parking lot below.
The audience barely had time to exhale before Peter's head snapped toward a cluttered lab bench. Amidst the mess, a half-finished experiment sat bubbling in its beaker.
His mind raced. After going toe-to-toe with the Lizard, he knew brute force wouldn't cut it. He needed something else.
His fingers tightened around the glass.
"I hope you're cold-blooded too," he muttered under his breath.
Instead of leaping out the window to finish the fight, he turned toward the few remaining students.
"Get everyone to the cafeteria," he urged, voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him. "Then go through the gym's back exit to escape. Now leave quickly it might come back any second."
Liz nodded quickly, thanking him before rushing out with her friends. But he wasn't really paying her any attention as he was focused on mixing a few more chemical reagents into the beaker to create some that might just give him the edge to defeat this Lizard monster.
The moment Peter heard the Lizard's enraged roar, he whirled back around, gripping the beaker tightly. It wasn't his best work—he hadn't had time to perfect the formula nor the all reagents—but it would have to do.
For the monster was back.
The Lizard hauled itself onto the windowsill, its claws digging into the frame, muscles tensed to strike. But Peter was faster. He hurled the beaker with pinpoint precision, and the glass shattered against the creature's upper torso.
The reaction was instantaneous.
A cloud of vapor erupted from the Lizard's scales as the chemical solution absorbed every ounce of heat around it. Frost bloomed across the monster's thick hide, locking its muscles in place. Its breath came in rapid, shallow bursts, and its wild eyes flickered with a rare hint of confusion.
Peter didn't hesitate.
With a sharp tug of webbing, he swung forward, delivering a powerful kick straight to the Lizard's snout. The beast reeled back, disoriented, its limbs sluggish from the rapid temperature drop.
Webbing shot out in a blur, layer after layer securing the creature's limbs until it was fully restrained. Peter landed lightly on the floor, chest heaving.
He let out a breath.
Not bad.
Not bad at all.
It wasn't just strength that won the fight. It was his wits and quick thinking that allowed him to formulate a strategy and pull victory out of the jaws of defeat against a monster far stronger than even himself.
And as always, intelligence had triumphed over brute force.
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The theater erupted into cheers as Spider-Man emerged victorious, the Lizard finally subdued and bound in thick layers of webbing.
The tension that had gripped the audience melted away in a wave of exhilaration, and the air buzzed with whispered praise.
"I can't believe how well-made this is," a man in his mid-30s marveled, his voice brimming with admiration. "The CGI, the art style, the costumes—everything."
He wasn't just any moviegoer; he was a director himself, and the craftsmanship on display left him thoroughly impressed.
His companion, Sam, a seasoned producer with a cynical streak, let out a chuckle.
"Well, that's what happens when you can throw millions of dollars at a project without a bunch of suits meddling and sticking their noses where they don't belong."
His tone carried the weariness of someone who had fought too many battles with studio executives.
The director shook his head, undeterred. "It's not just about the money, Sam. After Batman & Robin and Forever crashed and burned, who in their right mind would have the guts to greenlight a $100 million comic book movie?"
His voice was firm, passionate. "It takes more than a fat checkbook to make something like this."
Sam scoffed. "Come on. You're telling me money doesn't buy talent?"
The director smirked, leaning in slightly. "Not this kind of talent. What you see on that screen? It would take any of the Big Four at least four or five years to recreate. And that's me being generous."
Sam frowned. He had spent over a decade navigating the ins and outs of Hollywood, yet even he had to admit—he hadn't realized just how far MONARCH Studios had pulled ahead of the competition.
"That big of a gap?" he muttered, almost to himself.
The director nodded. "You think MONARCH's biggest asset is its budget? That's what most people assume, but they're dead wrong."
His voice lowered slightly, as if sharing a well-kept industry secret. "Alex Masters didn't just throw money at this film—he built something completely different to rise above the oppressive might of the Big Six."
"Wait, are you talking about his permanent film crews? It's something that many people in Hollywood have made fun of MONARCH for." Sam asked back confused, as it had always been a point of contention between the supporters and haters of the studio.
"Almost every single member of those film crews have been handpicked by Master himself and when it comes to talent he has a very keen instinct."
"As soon as a promising talent is found, they are immediately locked in permanent teams, and trained through MasterClass courses to keep them at the cutting edge of the industry."
"He calls them Monarch's Hidden Aces, as they're mostly background artists and audiences never get to know them or even appreciate their efforts."
Sam let out a slow breath. He had always considered himself a man who understood the business, but hearing it laid out like this…
"So he has a great team," Sam said, still trying to brush it off, but the thought was already forming in the back of his mind. If MONARCH was really this far ahead, maybe it was time to start considering a change.
"Not just a great team," the director corrected.
"A great vision." His eyes flickered with something almost reverent. "I was lucky enough to visit the set. You should've seen the storyboards Alex and his team put together—it was pure art."
Sam's lips pressed into a thin line, but then he sighed and shook his head with a smirk. "Alright, Totoro."
The director chuckled at the nickname, rolling his eyes.
"I heard Alex wants to talk to you about a project," Sam continued, his curiosity piqued. "What's the film? Can you share anything?"
Totoro hesitated, his fingers tapping idly against the armrest. "Yeah, he reached out," he admitted, though his voice was cautious.
"But I can't reveal the title or anything yet. We're still in the planning stages. The script isn't even finished."
Sam's eyebrows shot up. "What?! The script isn't even done? What half-baked, mad train have you thrown yourself onto this time?"
Totoro let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "I had to take a risk, Sam. Unlike you, I don't have… connections here."
Sam scoffed, nudging him with his elbow. "You have me, you fool."
The warmth in his voice wasn't lost on Totoro, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to appreciate the rare sincerity.
"Anyway," Sam cleared his throat, shifting back into business mode, "we'll talk about this later. Right now, we've got a film to watch."
Totoro grinned at his attempt to change the topic. "Spider-Man's gearing up for round two on the bridge," he added as he leaned forward in his seat.
Their conversation had never fully distracted them from the film, but now, as the battle escalated, all lingering thoughts of Hollywood politics faded away.
Because whatever Alex Masters had done, whatever vision he was chasing—
It was working.
And everyone in that theater could feel it.
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"Yeah, I couldn't fully focus on our conversation anyway," Totoro admitted, his eyes still glued to the screen.
"Same. This movie really blew my expectations out of the water. I thought it was gonna be just another generic action flick, but instead… it's like I'm watching Superman for the first time."
There was a genuine awe in Sam's voice, something rare for a man who had spent years in the industry.
Totoro nodded, equally captivated. "I know. Every single moment, there's something new happening on screen its filled with these small details, these tiny nuances that keep adding layers to the characters and the world. It's more than just action."
"It means something."
Totoro leaned back, exhaling sharply as he added further. "I bet even the snobbish critics would have a hard time giving it less than a three out of five."
Sam smirked. "I wouldn't bet on it, my friend. After all, money can buy a lot of things in this city of dreams."
"Even reviews from the big critics?" He asked back, taken aback by his friend's bluntness that even turned away from the screen for a moment.
"Yup, especially them." Sam's expression darkened slightly. "Why do you think Alex didn't invite a single critic to this screening, despite having such a good relationship with most of them?"
Totoro frowned, turning to face him. "I figured because this was just a private event."
"Partly, yeah. But there is more to it than that." Sam replied with a smirk.
"I am beginning to realize that there always is, huh?" Totoro replied while nodding.
Always is. So my bet is that Alex didn't want some self-important writer framing his movie in a "certain light" before it even has a chance to breathe." Sam's tone carried a sharp edge.
"He wants the film to hit theaters first and let the audiences decide for themselves."
"Let the story stand on its own and earn its reputation through word-of-mouth and not through some 'expert' dictating how people should feel about it."
Totoro sighed, shaking his head. "I hate studio politics."
Sam gave a half-hearted shrug, eyes flicking back to the screen. "It is what it is."
— To be continued...
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