"Disclaimer: I only own Violeta, her family and some later on characters that will be introduced. I do not own the Spectacular Spiderman series nor any of the characters from said series.

Yes, this is the reason for my extreme delay to update my other stories - well, at least one of the reasons. I also happen to be going through a transition in life where I shall decide if I will become a Geologist or go by English Literature to follow my passions. Oh well, life goes on.

Also, thank you cabrera1234 for notifying me of how the format of the story tironed out wince published. I promise I will try to publish the second chapter later on in the day because right now I have school.

Chapter 1: Adapting

"Tell me again why we're moving?" I smirked when I heard my brother's question. Which had already been asked more than twenty times by three different people - me, my brother and sister.

"I already told you, your father's work." Mom answered, exasperated with having to answer again. I'm pretty sure she was close to exploding. Actually, I could see it. Surrounding her was a vivid red that would not cease, it only spiked up even more. The exact reason as to why I hadn't said a word in the last hour and a half.

"Yeah but, we didn't have to move! We could've stayed where we were I mean-!" My sister started complaining once again. The red light surrounding mom expanded. Explosion cue in 3, 2, 1-

"It's easier for him! Now shut up all of you or I will stop this car!" Boom. Complete silence.

I glanced at my sister with a mocking expression. Easy way to get her into trouble, then again, when mom's angry she doesn't really care whose fault is it.

"Mom! Violeta is making-!" Boom again.

"SHUP UP!"

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Told ya so. Sigh. When will this family ever learn? I looked down at my iPod and stared at the pictures. I miss my friends already. I didn't have a perfect life, but it was good enough for me. My friends all understood me and I could curse and joke around with them without having any problems. Here, I would basically have to start all over again. The worst thing was that if I messed up on my first day, the rest to come would be fatal for me. Not only that; at my school, if you mentioned social orders you'd get ignored; in this school I could just feel in my gut that social orders ruled the ninety nine percent of all lives. The one thing that really bugged me however:

I couldn't share my secret.

Now, not all of my old friends knew about this, but I had a few I could confide in. It was nice to let it out and not lie to everybody around me. Here, unless I got a cellphone with unlimited texting and minutes, I would have to shove it all in and act as if I was completely and absolutely normal. A word that doesn't fit in my vocabulary. I'm not a freak of nature, I wasn't born like this. One day, it just happened. I know, it doesn't explain much, but I've never had a chance to explain it, to explore it. All I do...is use it. Whenever I can, have to or simply feel like it. I can't control all of it however.

Like the lights. I searched on the Internet, most people like to call them "auras". That makes me feel like a fortune teller or one of those so called psychics. I see light around people depending on their current emotion. I prefer to think of it as the molecules around a person's body being manipulated by how their body itself feels. You know, each of us are surrounded by white light, but unknowingly, we separate it. White after all is just the union of every color. We simply have some colors more dominant than other. At first it was hard, but soon I managed to relate each color with a specific emotion.

Red - Anger. Sometimes, red has also to represent "passion", but not many people get that much passion about what they do nowadays, so mostly it's just anger and rage.

Orange - Jealousy. Heard of that saying about color green and how people relate it to jealousy. It's wrong. I don't even get why did they pick that combination. The color orange is usually jealousy although at special occasions I have seen greedy people sporting this wavelength around them, so it can also become present when a person is being ambitious.

Yellow - Happiness. Cliché. I know. Bright color for a bright emotion. I've only seen people that are extremely happy with a yellow wavelength around them. It's not very common actually. Very funny though, when you go to a restaurant and have one of those overly cheery waiters attend you only to see a gray wavelength. You'll get the joke when I explain that one.

Green - Bipolar. Sigh. I know, I know. It sounds strange. This one was the hardest. I couldn't figure it out because the people that had this color of wavelength around them always had another color accompanying it. Confusing indeed. Later on, when I went to a psychiatrist's office for a project, I realized it was people that have a bipolar disorder. You see, these people have a quickly changing span of emotion, therefore it's hard to keep tabs on how they feel. The green is kind of like a color that represents the mentally ill. Every person in the consultant's office had a different quantity of green color surrounding them. The other color is the standard one, the one that helps you know how they feel. It's confusing, don't even try to understand it if you don't.

Blue - Calm/Sadness. This one isn't hard, but it's tricky. There are many different shades and unlike the other colors, each shade has a different emotion. These are the ones I usually see the most:

Navy - Sad.

Blue - Hope. Not many people have this color.

Sky Blue - Calm.

Violet - Many. Love, lust and patience. It's hard to distinguish them. So far, love has a slightly pinkish hue so that it's almost fuchsia. Lust is very dark purple. Patience is a lilac color. Still, it's hard to remember which one is which.

Gray - Sloth, Hate and Fear. Different shades. Darker is fear, lighter is sloth and medium is hate. I don't think I need to explain further.

The only difference between other people and me, is that my vision is keener so I can see it while other people can't. You're probably wondering why I'm wearing glasses then. My vision improved, but I couldn't let anyone know that, so I graduated the glass itself - everything is done with light, trust me - so that I could still use them. This is not all I can do however.

I can see the light in it's many forms; every spectrum, wavelength and particle there is. Best part is that none of it can harm me; not radiation or anything else.

I can manipulate light altogether. Not the one surrounding a person, I don't know what would happen if I absorbed the energy around a person, and frankly I don't care to find out. A dear friend of mine who had an overactive imagination and a love for clichés wanted me to rent a leotard and go around stopping crime. No. That was my answer. I love the idea of criminal justice, but I just didn't think that was my life. Besides, what about those heroes that go around right now? I'm sure they've got everything under control.

SCREEEECCCHHH!

My body hurled forward, the seatbelt burning my neck and leaving me without air as the car screeched to a halt. My head bobbed forward before I lifted it and watched through my bangs the scene unfolding right in front of mom's car. A large man was standing in front of it, his back turned to us. I managed to catch a glimpse of a horn right on his forehead. What in the world?

"Oh my God...kids! Get out of the car!" My attention snapped towards my hectic mother as she opened the driver's door and exited, quickly going to the door where my sister was. It was unfortunate that I was in the back. My sister jumped out first, my brother next. I had to go to the other door because I would not have enough time. However...it was jammed.

"Hurry up Jorge!" I rushed my brother who was just about to get off. I was tensed up, my shoulders hunching, when I heard a loud crash. I turned toward the windshield and my eyes widened when I saw the large man hurling straight for our car. I gave my brother the strongest shove I could muster before I could no longer see my family - because the only view I was getting was of the car being smashed to pieces. The large man had collided with car, sending it sliding across the street along with him. I fell against the passenger seat and covered my head when I heard the glass shattering. I flinched when I felt it rain down on me. A force sent me tumbling forward and onto the ground. I realized that a chain reaction had just occurred. Mom's car had hit another car. I would've tried to claw my way out, but all I saw was buildings blurring by, my hair whipping around my face. When it all stopped moving, I realized that I myself couldn't move. One look behind my back alerted me to how my body was crushed under the passenger seat. How did I not notice that? I huffed and let out a groan as I tried to maneuver my scrawny body to haul myself out the hole where there used to be a door - it had somehow been ripped right off even though it was from the ones that slid open and closed. I felt almost claustrophobic here. My arms were free but the seats were so damaged that they all made a piling mess on top of me. It would be a miracle if somebody found me here at first glance.

"VIOLETA!" My eyes widened and I jumped, hitting my head in the process and cutting my arm with something I couldn't see.

"Mom?" It was barely a whisper. Where was she? At least they were okay - I mean they had to be okay. I saw them safely outside before that huge men turned the car to scrap metal with me in it.

"Lady I need you to step back alright?" Must be a police officer or a fireman. I found myself looking around this mess to try and find a way out. Nope. No such luck. My powers won't really help me here either and even then, I couldn't use them - somebody could see.

"My daughter is in there!" I smiled sadly at how worried and hectic my mother sounded. If she didn't have a bag on her mouth right now, she was probably on the verge of a heart attack.

"Alright, I'll get her. You stay where you are alright?" I heard the same voice from me before tell my mother. I waited for a few minutes. When nobody showed up I started pushing my hands against the cushion that was pinning me from the side. I scrunched my eyes shut as I applied more force but nothing moved. "If you keep doing that you might pull a muscle you know." A smug voice said from somewhere. I opened my eyes and looked towards the only opening in the car to see...a red mask. I stared blankly at the white...uh, eyes?

"Who are you?" I found myself asking. Pretty stupid considering my situation. I'm being crushed by a car and yet I'm asking a random guy in a mask who he is. Although it's a legitimate question because I was expecting a police officer, or a firemen, or a paramedic.

"Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man of course! Never heard of me?" I shook my head as I kept staring through my bangs. Spider Man? Weird name. He seemed to ignore my response and go straight into helping me out of this mess. "How about a hand there?" The mask disappeared and instead a body jumped inside, making me let out a little yelp if surprise. He started taking things out, the cushions, seats, pieces of metal, until he grabbed my arm and helped me out. He did it all very quickly though. Like he was in some sort of a hurry. I took a good look at him. Oh man...spandex. Red and blue. With a spiderweb design. I just stumbled into one of those heroes I was talking about. Rina is going to go crazy when I tell her. Just as he was taking me out my foot got caught in something, I don't know what it was, but it was uncomfortable. Unfortunately, I didn't notice until it was too late and he pulled me out completely, dislocating my ankle.

"Eow!" I let out right as 'Spider Man' hauled me out by my arm - gently of course.

"What's wrong?" He asked, sounding slightly alarmed at my outburst. I held my ankle with my right hand, because he had my other arm.

"My ankle just broke!" Exaggeration. It was probably only dislocated. The pain was too much for me though. He looked like he was about to help me, when the white ovals which I assume were sort of like his eyes, widened. Instead his arms wound around my back and underneath my knees, carrying me bridal style as he jumped high. He threw something from his wrist that looked like white rope and literally flung us out of the way. Instantly my arms went around his shoulders and neck to keep myself from falling, self-conscious about the fact that I was being swung several feet above the air. I did this just in time because he had to let go of my legs so he could swing better. I hated being carried in anyway, so imagine my discomfort. However I peeked over his shoulder and saw why he had acted so rapidly; the huge man had ran head first into my mom's car. Wow! Look at that! Five cars behind my mom's all mashed up together. "What a hothead." Escaped my mouth before I could stop myself. Seriously though, what was that? I felt something rumbling and realized the guy that was swinging with me, who knows how many feet above the ground was chuckling at my statement.

"Couldn't have said it better myself." Man, what a way to start my new life here, eh? He landed on the street again - thankfully nowhere near my mother.

"Thanks." I said as he let go of me. I reminded myself not to step on my right ankle. I saw him tilt his head and glance at my foot.

"Sorry about the ankle, make sure to have someone take a look at it!" With that he swung away quickly. I limped over to the edge of one of the buildings he had left me hidden in - it was sort of like an alley - to see him wrapping up the huge man in...webs. Cool.

"Violeta!" I didn't have time to turn around as two arms wound themselves around me. I winced when I accidentally put weight on my ankle.

"Mom, mom wait! My ankle!" She let go of me and turned me around to inspect me.

"Your ankle? You broke it? Your arm's bleeding too!" She had wide eyes and dark grey was surrounding her, almost making it look like a storm.

"Mom! Calm down." I put my hands on her shoulders. "I'm fine, okay? See? I'm alive. That's just a scratch and my ankle is probably just dislocated - although I could use a doctor." I guided my mom away from the mess, hoping we had insurance for the car. Before leaving entirely I glanced up just in time to catch a glimpse of red and blue across the buildings. I smiled slightly before my mom started dragging me off to the nearest hospital.

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