In the beautiful city of New York, the sun began to rise over the horizon threatening its dim and fleeting sunlight, falling on all the citizens who walked along the avenues going even more days of work in a constant routine that on certain occasions would lead to many to total despair.
That is precisely what was happening inside a certain police station inside a meeting room where several veteran members of the force, in their cold and fierce looks you could see the disbelief deeply stamped on them the atmosphere perfectly tense sharp like a dangerous edge of a sword.
One of them put both hands on the table, crossing them with each other, keeping his eyes cold, he asked.
"So you're telling me we have no idea who attacked the Brocthor residence?"
They look strangely shadowed by his hat made it almost impossible to tell his mood, however by the way his words came out of his mouth clenching his jaw in anger hinted at the obvious, he was very "furious"
Everyone in the place lowered their heads in shame, they did not know how to respond to that, they did not have the slightest clue, a curse they did not know how they could have entered the place, it was then that at that moment the person who was standing in front of the screen where the images of the mansion were shown took the floor.
"Unfortunately that's the way it is, even though we swept the area we couldn't find anything or the slightest indication that someone was in the place, the residence's security cameras stopped working without any explanation and when we managed to reactivate them, no rescue was possible. Nothing, the only clue we have is the way we found most of the guards there. " When he finished saying this, he pressed the button he was carrying in his hand, thus appearing behind him hundreds of guards, stuck to the floor or walls with a strange unidentified green substance.
"It is not the first time we have found criminals in the same condition, some managed to get lucky and keep their lives, well life would be an understatement their bones were cracked, not made 'dust' is a better description, hopefully, they will be able to feel their limbs sometime in the future. " He said with his serious look causing everyone in the place to take a heavy gulp of saliva.
"And then? Even though it's happened before they have no idea who he is or at least some clue! Station commander Natalia Romanova." The old general replied with annoyance.
The aforementioned was a tall girl of 1.70 of stature white skin in a milky tone with a beautiful shine equal to jade, perfectly proportioned measurements in a balance quite difficult to achieve, she was wearing the police uniform that consisted of a slightly short rudimentary foul reaching his knees with a texture similar to latex as it stuck to his shapely legs, as well as a black short-sleeved shirt with commemorative stamps that gave a sign of his high rank.
Matching her long red hair held in a single ponytail, deep honey-colored eyes accompanied by her delicate slightly pink lips.
Briefly frowning, almost invisible to most, she replied "As I had mentioned before, there is no clue or signal that our experts could find, according to the information gathered, only the most dangerous criminals of the clans are those who appear from this strange shape. "
"This is damn stupid! As hundreds of dead people may appear and others practically crippled for life and there is no clue, CHECK THE CRIME SCENES WELL, THEY SHOULD HAVE TO GIVE TRACES OF THE BATTLES." Furious the old man stroked his hundred in total pain.
"That is impossible sir."
"WHAT !? Why? Great battles like that between clans always leave traces that we can follow, are they so useless that we can't find them !?"
The girl still keeping her emotionless cold gaze looked at him "That's because they weren't big battles between clans."
The old man remained static for a few seconds trying to process what the commander was saying.
"What are you saying?."
"It wasn't two clans fighting for territory or merchandise, it was a single person against a clan."
The words coming out of the mouth of the beautiful commander caused an intense sensation of cold within the room, the old bodies of the high command were static with their eyes widened without wanting to believe what the girl was saying.
"What nonsense are you talking !?" The old man's choppy voice was heard.
On the other hand, the beautiful redhead grabbed a folder to start looking at it.
"According to the testimonies What we managed to find out about the victims, the attacker was only one person, and when we asked about the description of the suspect, the words that everyone constantly repeated between laments were: 'Don't let him find me' 'He's not human' and the one they repeated with fear the most 'A Ghost.' Finishing saying this under the folder.
Everyone was speechless, how to say or argue something against this situation that bordered on the absurd.
Once the meeting was over, everyone left the room immediately, the orders were clear to obtain clues of who is behind these attacks on the clans, the long corridor inside the station was painted in all kinds of colors the beautiful commander walked gracefully balancing her waist in perfect sync, in her arms she rested the information envelope and in her left hand a cell phone the cold look that kept her face was replaced by a captivating smile, it was certainly not difficult for her to attract attention she knew perfectly that she was very beautiful, and she took advantage of it. Once she passed people her smile faded and a more thoughtful face appeared.
(So a ghost huh?) "The headmaster is sure to like this." A slight smile appeared on her lips as she continued on her way to her office, an unplaced video was briefly seen on the cell phone screen where the blurred image of a car being forcibly stopped with no one in front of her.
New York - Midtown School of Science and Technology
Meanwhile, at Midtown school one more day passed Peter was sitting in his place in his classroom. The math class was starting after what happened the night before with the Ogre clan, who had little time to sleep. It was noticeable by the constant yawning that he had every two minutes, inside the room it is not really as if he did not already know what the teacher was explaining, he was only in place to keep up appearances even though he would honestly prefer to be in another place in the idea of applying to the Baxter company made more and more sense to his mind.
I would not say the stupidity of saying that he did it to help, well actually if he did it for that reason only that he would never say no to money, it is an important part to survive after all he wanted a better life for his aunt and that she leave From doing extra work, she had grown tired of having to help her aunt reject suitors who came to her apartment.
"Mr. Parker is with us?" The master's firm voice brought the brunette out of his thoughts.
"Hey?."
Everyone began to laugh mockingly, on the other hand, the teacher frowning and brought his hands to his sides.
"Does my class seem too boring for you!?." Retorted the angry teacher.
(If the truth is that yes) "I think your class is very educational teacher Harris !." He said with the kindest smile I could muster.
Raising an eyebrow, the teacher seemed to smell a lie in the chestnut's words, returning the smile, he thought about giving what he deserved to the boy he did not know how to respect.
"Is that so? Then you wouldn't mind explaining what differential equations are and going on to answer this one that's on the blackboard, right?"
A victory smile appeared on his lips as he crossed his arms, without a doubt he could not answer this question because just today they were going to enter the subject it would be impossible for him to know that. Everyone in the room began to secrete things, waiting to see how the chestnut was humiliated.
This on the other hand internally struggled not to laugh, keeping his smile, he advanced towards the blackboard, he gently grabbed the gray and began to write as if his hand was a warm stream of water at an absurdly fast speed while saying at the same time.
"A differential equation is a mathematical equation that relates a function to its derivatives. In applied mathematics, functions usually represent physical quantities, derivatives represent their rates of change, and the equation defines the relationship between them. As these relationships are very In common, differential equations play a key role in various disciplines, including engineering, physics, chemistry, economics, and biology. In pure mathematics, differential equations are studied from different perspectives, most of which concern all the solutions of the functions that satisfy the equation. Only the simplest differential equations can be solved by explicit formulas; however, some properties of the solutions of a certain differential equation can be determined without finding their exact form. " I said as I finished the equation on the blackboard, I turned my head towards the teacher, giving him a kind smile "Is that explanation okay, or do you want it more detailed?"
The teacher had the sockets of his eyes wanting to get out of his head. He never wanted to say words, but he couldn't. That was an exact explanation, even he couldn't concretely say that, and the brat still said he could give it to him in more detail. He could only shake his head in denial to his last question, while the brunette returned to his place before everyone's gaze.
The lunch bell was heard all over the place leaving classes Peter was walking down the long hall in the direction of the cafeteria, he had planned to skip the classes that followed, he did not find sense to study something that he already knew on his way to escape something caught his attention Just outside the school were two boys standing next to a limousine.
Just with a glance to distinguish who they were, the boy was tall with an athletic body and brown hair like himself, it was Harry Osborn and at his side a pretty girl who looked like some kind of princess because of the way she dressed, his eyes widened when he recognized her. The princess of the Osborn's Cherry Osborn.
A quick thought passed through the boy's head, perhaps all the women in the marvel universe are known beautiful, there was not one that was not world-class without a doubt he thanked the god who brought him to this world both brothers noticed my presence turning to where he was.
"Peter? What are you doing outside? Are you running away?" Harry spoke in a mocking tone.
Cursing intermittently, the chestnut turned them around saying "Run away? I would never do something like that. I'm going home because I feel sick." He said with a weak smile catching the girl's attention right away.
"Yeah right! They kind of believe you Parker I wonder what will happen if I tell the director !."
(This guy is a nuisance, I wonder how it is even possible that in some universes he and Peter are best friends) slightly frowning I replied, "Nothing about me, I have the highest score in all subjects." Then I looked closely at Harry and a sly smile appeared on his lips "But about you, what do you think I say? I suppose that money does buy materials, isn't it Osborn?"
After saying this, I said goodbye with a friendly smile from both of them and continued on my way, leaving Harry still with clenched teeth in a rage almost blowing smoke out of his ears, the cherry on the other hand laughed as she looked carefully at the boy, something caught her attention off him, but didn't know what it was.
"Damn Parker this won't stay like this !." I grumble as I walk into the limo "Cherry are you coming or not !?"
"Yes, I go." The pretty girl still kept looking into the distance where the previous boy got lost, she did not understand the reason for the feeling, it was like a déjà vu that confused her brain, she shook her head, pushing her thoughts away to enter the alms.
Once I managed to lose Osborn's brothers I walked more slowly, I had many things to plan now that the first part of the plan was complete it was time to move on to the second, today I had the rest of the day of the dojo of the colleen show would not be open until tomorrow that left him free time as he continued advancing he saw to his right, along the alley where large garbage cans are stacked side by side. Some twinkle in his eyes this same alley is where Peter always ran while he changed in the movies, giving way to the epic scene that marked all the Arachnid movies. He couldn't be Peter and not do that epic scene.
With a big smile, he walked towards the entrance of the alley, making sure that no one was around, he took the area for granted, burying his left leg hard in the pavement, and began to run.
Everything before his eyes turned in slow motion as the cold air lingered on the huge walls designed in the alley, the garbage cans began to shake from the constant walk of the boy, the force released by his body was much more than that of the Arachnid In a jiffy, the brown eyes passed intense green that left a trail through the places where overflowing energy was fired by his body creating a hoop suspended in the air horizontally above him. It was an intense blue color followed by the classic activation sound.
By that time he was already halfway there, no one could notice such a majestic view, or they would witness how the boy's clothes changed to black color with metallic gray his skin became more painted his hair stood up more than normal taking a strange metallic white color, the walls of the alley through which it passed cracked creating huge cracks, due to the intensity of the energy almost at the end it supported both legs on the ground causing it to sink.
With force and this mine, due to the emotion that his heart emanated at this time, took flight causing a shock wave that took the garbage cans to fly and in turn created a huge crater in the ground already sunk just as a bullet came out fired e The white-haired man in the sky extending his hands as if an airplane was forcefully circling through the air, the people who were present could only see with their jaws open as something flew through the sky and what was left of that alley.