As the stars in the night sky twinkled peacefully, quite a different story was transpiring below.
"Get him! Get him! Get the freak!" shouted the police chief.
Twenty armed policemen ran down the New York sidewalk in a single file. The person in question, name of Ben Richards, was tearing down the path ahead of them, but the police were falling behind quickly. When Ben was in the middle of a street, a car came flying for him. To avoid getting hit, he jumped, dove, and rolled out of the way. When he stood up he chanced a look back and saw the police were gaining. With no further hesitation he turned back around and saw that he was trapped. Another group of cops was coming from straight ahead. He only had one other option. To his right was the street where he was almost hit. He desperately looked down that road and gasped. Another group of policemen was dashing towards him.
He had no choice. The police did not know what kind of powers Ben possessed, and he wanted to keep that advantage. This would be risky and it would also be revealing some of his power, but Ben could see no other way without showing the police all his abilities. Taking a deep breath, Ben ran at the group of police to his right. When he was about five feet away from the cops he jumped and landed on each of the policemen's head in turn. Ben leapt off the last cop's head and onto a passing eighteen wheeler. The helpless cops watched in amazement as Ben and the truck sped off.
Ben crouched low on the top of the truck to avoid the full blast of wind in his face. After riding for about five minutes, he jumped off the vehicle and landed on a nearby building.
Off in the distance he could hear sirens blaring. The police were still looking for him, and he would not be safe on the ground. He would have to stay up high on buildings.
He thought of his problems.
Number one: he had escaped from prison, but he had been there in the first place because he was wrongly judged. Number two: he had no money and no place to stay. He would have to rely on his powers to survive in the city.
It's probably not even safe to stay here, but I have no where else to go, he thought.
That night Ben jumped from building to building until he found a small one discreet enough to be safe. As he drifted off to sleep, the last thought he had consisted of two words: Spider-Man.
"Get him! Get him! Get the freak!" shouted the police chief.
Twenty armed policemen ran down the New York sidewalk in a single file. The person in question, name of Ben Richards, was tearing down the path ahead of them, but the police were falling behind quickly. When Ben was in the middle of a street, a car came flying for him. To avoid getting hit, he jumped, dove, and rolled out of the way. When he stood up he chanced a look back and saw the police were gaining. With no further hesitation he turned back around and saw that he was trapped. Another group of cops was coming from straight ahead. He only had one other option. To his right was the street where he was almost hit. He desperately looked down that road and gasped. Another group of policemen was dashing towards him.
He had no choice. The police did not know what kind of powers Ben possessed, and he wanted to keep that advantage. This would be risky and it would also be revealing some of his power, but Ben could see no other way without showing the police all his abilities. Taking a deep breath, Ben ran at the group of police to his right. When he was about five feet away from the cops he jumped and landed on each of the policemen's head in turn. Ben leapt off the last cop's head and onto a passing eighteen wheeler. The helpless cops watched in amazement as Ben and the truck sped off.
Ben crouched low on the top of the truck to avoid the full blast of wind in his face. After riding for about five minutes, he jumped off the vehicle and landed on a nearby building.
Off in the distance he could hear sirens blaring. The police were still looking for him, and he would not be safe on the ground. He would have to stay up high on buildings.
He thought of his problems.
Number one: he had escaped from prison, but he had been there in the first place because he was wrongly judged. Number two: he had no money and no place to stay. He would have to rely on his powers to survive in the city.
It's probably not even safe to stay here, but I have no where else to go, he thought.
That night Ben jumped from building to building until he found a small one discreet enough to be safe. As he drifted off to sleep, the last thought he had consisted of two words: Spider-Man.