Ghost stories didn't have shit on this. I couldn't even believe my own damn eyes. The Amazing Spider-Man. The Amazing fucking Spider-Man. Right before me
"It's been four years you jackass." Was all I could muster.
The man's face seemed confused, but there was no way of exactly telling. The mask kept his expressions conveniently concealed. He had just walked out of an alleyway wearing his red and blue getup (Not the red and gold costume: the one he wore after everyone said he was dead. Which I never really believed anyway). How many costumes could he have? He was changing them like P Diddy at an awards show.
You can't just get up and walk away like he did. I don't care how many wardrobes you got, how could he just leave us? I for one, felt betrayed. My emotions were stirring so violently inside of me I couldn't even pick one out and stick on it.
There was only one logical solution that I could think of. Jonah Jameson had been right about this creep show. He had to have known what was coming, and that's why he left us before we needed him the most. That had to be why no one heard from him for four years and six months.
He'd been standing there for almost 2 minutes and didn't look like he was going to be moving any time soon. I should've hit him, or maybe swatted at him with my newspaper. Yah, I should've swatted him like the insect he was.
"Say something, you shitface." I grumbled at him.
Everyone had said he had died. Even J.J. had said death was the cause before coming up with the even more spiteful 'he left us'. But everyone had said he had died before too. I could hardly think. Maybe he had died this time and not the last. Did anyone think of that? Like that movie Final Destin whatever the hell it was. There was like eight sequels to it and still every damn teenager went to see it.
What was I thinking! There was Spider-Man, right there! Right in front of me and all I could do was think about some teen flick? I don't even think I realized when he flipped his hand in the air and shot out a thin line of webbing.
"You've been great chucko," Spider-Man seemingly forced out as the tension of the webbing began pulling him upward. His speech reminded me of a baby that had said his first words...and was trying to speak again.
What the hell was wrong me? Right there? The webhead was right there! He had slipped away once and I let him slip away again. But this time I was pretty positive he was back to stay.'Say something, you shitface.' I let him get off with agod damn 'Say something, you shitface.'What the hell kind of supervillian was I?
Confused? So am I! Such questions as "Where has Spider-Man been for the last four years? Who is this new foul-mouthed villian? Is this the same ol' web slinger we all know and love?" will all be answered next chapter. Trust me gang, you wont want to miss out. I believe thats enough said.