Sorry for the late update, i was really busy the last few weeks and for a while i won't be able to post for much since i need time to prepare for my exam, if i have free time I'll still write the story.
thanks for all the power stone
hope you like the story , its 2.7k words
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I can't see anything. It feels cold and lonely. I'm hungry and thirsty, and I'm in pain.
It's really painful. Why did they do this to me? Why?
Why? Why? WHY? WHY?!
BANG!
I punch the wall, and instead of it breaking down, my hand breaks.
"AHHHHHH!" I shout, but no one responds.
"Why?!" My voice becomes really weak.
Drip Drip** (water falling sound)
Tears slowly come out of my eyes.
Noises*
I hear a weird sound, then I look toward where the sound came from.
I see something bright, almost like reality breaking. On the wall, there is a weird bright light that constantly changes into different colors and shades.
Then I try to touch it. Suddenly, it sucks me in like a vacuum.
"Ahhhhh!"
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DingDing** (alarm sound)
Smash*
I accidentally destroy the clock.
"Oops…
(Yep, it's still hard for me to control my power.)"
I wake up from my bed and soon start getting ready for school.
It has been around a month or two since I became Spider-Man, and I was starting to get really famous.
"I'm leaving now!" I say while walking through the door.
"Hey, tiger, leaving for school already?"
A beautiful red-haired girl shouts from next door.
"I could say the same thing to you, MJ."
We both laugh at the same time.
Then MJ breaks the laughter. "Peter, got any plans tonight?"
"Not really. Why ask?"
"You see, there's this big party hosted by Harry—you know, the son of Norman Osborn."
"Are you trying to ask me out?"
She rolls her eyes, then continues, "Yes. So, you want to come with me?"
"Don't you think we're too young for a party? And isn't it the man's job to ask out a girl, not the other way around?"
"First of all, there will be no alcohol. And if you don't want to come with me, just say so."
She pouts and walks away.
"Hey, wait up. I never said no. I'd love to go with you."
I follow her.
She keeps pouting for a while, then stops right before we separate, saying she wants me to pick her up before seven or something like that.
"Yo, Peter."
I turn toward the voice. It's Harry.
"So, you coming tonight?"
"Yep. I'll come with a date," I say while walking toward my locker.
"Wait, you have a girl?"
"You're not the only one who knows how to get a girl. And for the record, she's not my girlfriend—just a date."
"Just to be sure, is this date the girl next door?"
"Yeah. How did you—"
"It's not that hard to guess. And I also invited her to the party."
He smirks while putting his arm around my neck.
"This bastard. You think you're Sherlock or something?"
I escape from his arm and lock my arm around his neck.
Then the bell rings.
"Oh shoot, we're going to be late for devotion!"
"Sh*t!"
We run toward the hall immediately, but unfortunately, we're late and have to kneel on the side of the hall while raising our hands.
"Damn, all thanks to you for giving me this opportunity," I say to Harry.
"What do you mean? Are you blaming me for your bad luck?"
"Stop talking and keep your hands straight!" says the teacher standing next to us.
He walks away to punish the other late students.
Giggle*
"Hahahaha!" We both burst into laughter.
After some time, school finally finishes, and I'm on my way home. Suddenly, my senses sharpen, and my head lightly throbs.
I look toward the center of New York.
"I don't feel so good about this."
I look at my watch—3:45 PM.
(I'll come up with a good excuse later.)
I run between the buildings where no one is around.
I take off my clothes, revealing a red thin sweater with a spider logo on the front and blue pants. Then I take out a red mask with black lenses, blue gloves, and of course, my web-shooters.
(I didn't have the materials yet to make a good upgraded version, but I'm working on it.)
I put my clothes into my bag and web it onto the wall.
Running toward the center of the city, I casually shoot my web at a building and pull myself upward.
"Wooo! Hooo!"
At the center of New York City, people are running away from what seems to be a deformed human destroying everything it touches with brute force.
"Seems like this guy has gone nuts."
"Rhaaaa!!" the deformed guy screams, then picks up a taxi—with people inside—and throws it at the crowd.
"No, you don't."
Using the support of nearby buildings, I create a net while pulling people out of danger at the same time.
(Don't ask me how this is possible—I'm Spider-Man, remember.)
The deformed guy keeps pulling the same stunt over and over, and I keep saving people every time.
Then an opening suddenly appears.
I web a manhole, pull it out, and use it like a flail weapon.
Somehow, it knows what's coming. It turns toward the manhole, grabs it tightly—deforming it—and pulls me toward him.
My hand is still stuck to the web attached to the manhole.
"F*ck!"
I go flying toward him, and before I can escape, he grabs my neck and starts choking me.
(Why the heck is he so strong?)
I finally get a clear look at him. He doesn't have skin—just pure muscle. He doesn't even have eyes.
(If this goes on, I'm really going to die.)
Touching the hand that's choking me, I use my shockwave.
Sparks Sparks**
Boom!!
His right hand explodes, exposing bone.
"Rhaaa!!" He screams in pain and finally lets go.
Cough*
"So you can feel pain, musclehead."
He suddenly charges at me, punches my face, chokes me again with his right arm, and punches me with his left.
Pff Pff Pff***
Blood starts splattering everywhere.
(Is this really the end for me? I still have so much to do. I even planned my future.)
I can barely see anymore—if not for my spider powers. My head feels smashed like potatoes.
But he doesn't stop. His strength seems greater than mine, and his reflexes are just as sharp. Even when his organs and skeleton are exposed, he endures my shockwave.
(I guess this is the end.)
RingRing** (phone ringtone)
The deformed guy suddenly stops and turns his head toward the sound.
I look too.
"Uncle Ben."
(No. Ican'tgiveup now.)
While he's distracted, I grab his head.
(Shockwave—100%.)
BOOM!
He flies backward.
"My aunt and uncle are still waiting for me at home!"
The monster slowly gets up, his skull exposed.
"Rhaaaa!!"
Enhancing my fist with electricity, it glows as I punch him.
BANG!
The monster falls to the ground.
Sigh*
I breathe in and out slowly.
My mask is torn, covering only half my face. My clothes are ripped, but still cover most of my body.
"And I have a date to attend," I say while looking at the body.
(It's still alive but can't move. I'll let the police handle the rest.)
Looking around, due to my presence no one died. There were some injuries, but I evacuated them all, and all the buildings were still fine—just covered in my web. The only destruction was some fire hydrants, the manhole I used, and a few cars destroyed by the deformed guy.
(If you're curious, the whole fight lasted for thirty minutes.)
Then I heard helicopter sounds and police sirens.
I turned invisible and walked toward the alley while my right leg was throbbing.
(I webbed the deformed guy, by the way.)
I looked at my phone. The screen was shattered, but somehow it was still working. Then I called Uncle Ben.
"Peter, are you okay? I heard the news saying there was a vigilante attacking near your school."
I paused for a moment, then smiled in relief.
"Yes, I'mfine, Uncle Ben."
(I wanted to tell him that I was scared—really scared. Scared of dying. Scared that if I died, they would blame themselves for the rest of their lives. But…)
"I'm just playing basketball with Harry. Now I'm on my way home."
"Okay, Peter. Your aunt and I are at home, just checking up on you. We were a bit worried."
"I'mfine. Don't worry about it. Goodbye."
(I didn't want to worry them too much.)
Toot Toot
I suddenly halted my steps and looked toward the sky.
"Why am I like this? Why was I sent to this world? What am I even doing?"
Sob
Water started coming out of my eyes.
"F*ck!"
"I can't believe I'm crying."
I paused for a moment again
"I'm scared."
I crouched down and hugged my leg.
"I'm reallyscared."
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After a while, I went to MJ's house instead of going home directly.
"Peter, what happened to you?"
"Will you believe me if I said I fell down the stairs?"
"Did someone bully you and beat you up?"
I sat on a chair in the kitchen.
"No. Do you really think someone would be able to bully me or beat me up?"
"Yeah, you have a point. But the look on your face isn't good."
"Don't worry. I was trying to do something stupid, and somehow I ended up like this. Anyway, can you help me cover up my wound so Aunt May and Uncle Ben won't worry about me?"
(I know how to do it myself, but right now I was in no condition to move properly.)
"Okay, I'll help you, but you have to tell me why this happened."
(Okay… so what should I do? Should I tell her or not?)
"You heard the news, right?"
"You mean the vigilante attacking New York?"
"Yeah, that one."
"Wait, don't tell me—you got caught up in it?"
"…" I paused for a few seconds, then said,
"Yeah. Something suddenly hit me in the face, and I was unconscious. When I woke up, I was helped by someone who called himself Spider-Man."
"Wait, you mean the vigilante who helps people for some reason?"
"Yep. That guy."
"Oh, then you have to tell me all about him. I'm going to write some documentary about him, so help me out."
"Yeah, sure."
"And tonight's date—I think we should cancel it. You don't look so good."
"Nah, it's fine. I already told my parents and Harry that I'd go."
"Wait, you know Harry Osborn?"
"Yeah? Don't you know him too?"
"Not really. I was invited to the party because my friends know him, and I was there while he was inviting people."
"Oh, really?"
She then pinched the wound on my face.
"Ouch!! That hurts!!"
"Stop being mean."
"Fine, fine."
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After some time, she finished hiding the wound using makeup, and then I went home.
And just as I suspected, they were really worried—hugging me and saying things like, "Thank God you're fine," or something like that. I then went and changed my clothes, went down toward the kitchen for dinner, and while Aunt May was preparing food—
"Peter, you have something on your mind. You know you can talk to me about it," Uncle Ben said.
After a long pause, I looked toward Uncle Ben.
"Uncle Ben, I have a question."
"What is it, Peter?"
"Um… if you have… how should I say it… um… the power to do great things, would you help others or use it for yourself?"
"Help others, I suppose," he said, then continued.
"If I have the ability to help people, then I have a responsibility to do so."
"What if helping others comes with a great cost? Like losing what you want the most?"
Uncle Ben went quiet for a moment. He didn't answer right away. He looked at Peter—really looked at him—like he was trying to see the man Peter would become.
He smiled gently.
"Peter," he said, "wanting something for yourself isn't wrong. That's what makes you human. But there are moments in life when what you want and what is right stand on opposite sides."
He rested a hand on my shoulder.
"If helping others costs you something… then it means what you're doing actually matters."
I frowned. "So you'd just… give it up?"
Uncle Ben nodded slowly.
"I would. Because the things we lose while doing the right thing don't truly leave us. They shape us. And the things we keep by turning away?" He sighed. "Those are the ones that haunt you."
I swallowed. "What if it hurts too much?"
"It will," Uncle Ben said honestly. "But pain fades. Regret doesn't."
He straightened up, his voice calm but firm.
"You don't choose responsibility because it's easy, Peter. You choose it because someone out there needs you to."
I looked down at my hands, then back up. "And if I fail?"
Uncle Ben smiled again—soft, proud.
"Then you get back up," he said. "Because being a good man isn't about never falling. It's about never walking away."
After that talk, I thought quietly.
(I'm still afraid. I don't want what happened to happen again. But I know if I didn't do anything when I could help people, I'd regret it. Still… I don't want that to happen again.)
After finishing dinner, I went upstairs, getting ready for my date with MJ.
"I'm going now!" I shouted.
"Good luck, Peter. We love you," Aunt May said.
Then I knocked on MJ's door to pick her up. The door opened, and MJ came out wearing a one-piece red dress with a comfy-looking white sweater. She wore white sneakers since it was supposed to be a casual dress party.
"You look really beautiful!!"
"Thanks—and you look really manly."
I was wearing a khamis with a necktie, jeans, a black sweater, and black-and-white sneakers.
There was a taxi waiting for us. I extended my hand toward her.
"Come on, let's go, or we'll be late."
I opened the car door for her and then got in myself.
After some time—
"Young mister, we are at your destination."
I got out first and held the door for her again.
"After you, my lady," I said with a smirk.
She smiled back at me.
Just before we entered Harry's house, I got a notification on my phone.
Looking at it, it said:
BREAKING NEWS: Convicted Criminal Flint Marko Escapes Prison During Transfer
[You can skip the next three paragraphs it's not really important]
New York City — Authorities have confirmed that Flint Marko, a notorious repeat offender, escaped custody late last night during a high-risk prison transfer. According to police reports, Marko exploited a security lapse near an experimental research site and vanished before officers could respond.
Witnesses reported unusual activity near the area shortly after the escape, prompting investigators to consider the possibility of exposure to an ongoing scientific experiment. Officials have not yet confirmed whether this incident is connected.
Marko, known for multiple convictions including armed robbery and assault, is considered extremely dangerous. Law enforcement has urged the public to remain indoors and report any sightings immediately.
The investigation is ongoing.
"Peter, what are you doing? Let's get in!"
"Okay."
(I have made up my mind.)
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Looking at my phone—
BREAKING NEWS: Sand-Based Supervillain Launches Massive Attack on New York City
New York City — Panic erupted across Manhattan today as the superpowered criminal known as Sandman unleashed a large-scale attack, causing widespread destruction and bringing parts of the city to a standstill…
I turned it off and looked toward the storm of sand.
A tight red-and-blue bodysuit covered me from head to toe. The mask covered my entire face and had big white eyes outlined in black. Black lines were drawn over the red parts of the suit, making it look like a spider web.
On the chest was a small spider symbol, and another spider symbol was on the back. The suit fit closely to the body, made for movement and flexibility, not armor. The gloves and boots were part of the same suit, making it look like one complete piece of clothing.
"My name is Peter Parker, a fourteen-year-old kid, and I got bitten by a radioactive spider," I said to myself while running on top of a building thousands of feet tall.
Then I jumped off the building.
"From that moment on I'm the one and only Spider-Man."
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