Hey guys, welcome to my newest story XD!

Ummm…. What am I meant to write? Dis is my first story for this account, hope you enjoy!

I would like to thank AfterDayBreak for her INCREDIBLE story, it's called "The Unsavaeble Girl" and I encourage you to check it out!

*cough* It has swearing *cough*

I also want to point out that I OBVIOUSLY do not own Spiderman or any of the other characters, Sony/Marvel is to blame :P

Enjoy!

I look out over the shadowy skyscrapers, mist covering them like a soft blanket. I twist my hair back into a messy bun and secure it with a hair elastic, tucking the flyaways behind my ears. I look down the apartment to the narrow alleyway below, checking if the coast is clear, before silently sliding down a fire escape and land lightly on my feet.

My eyes adjust to the dark, and I see a door to my right, with a flashing neon sign above it. Light spills around the ajar entrance, and I sneak towards the warm light, pulling my black hood further down. Leaning against the wall, I listen to the sound of chatter and clanging dishes, trying to analyse where people are standing. I take a deep breath, rubbing my eyes before cautiously reaching a hand around the thin doorframe. My hands find a bench, and I sigh in relief, before sliding it slowly, trying to find a plate or bowl of some sort. My fingers wrap around a warm dish, and I quickly pull it back outside.

"Hey!" A man's voice rings out.

My eyes open wide with fear, and I run, arms cradling the container, and duck around the corner. My feet slide out from beneath me, and I fall, grazing my side on the brick corner. I wince in pain, as blood oozes through my jumper.

"I found her!" A woman cries out. I try to stand and run away, but sharp nails dig into my wrist as she grabs my arm, pulling me back down. The bowl jumps out of my grasp as I hit the ground and smashes onto the concrete, spilling pasta and sauce everywhere.

Without thinking I pick up some shards of ceramic and throw it at the woman's face. Her hand pulls up to try and block the pieces, and I take the opportunity to escape. I sprint towards a pipe leading up the wall and scramble up, using my knees to ascend the drain. The man roars below while the woman calls the police. I reach the rooftop and look around for a place to hide. Spotting nothing, I decide to climb down the other side, and try to avoid being spotted. By the time I've reached the bottom, I hear sirens wailing in the distance.

All this over one plate of food?

I pull up a wire fence and duck underneath. My bag catches on the sharp wire and pulls me backwards, landing hard on the ground. Unhooking my shoulders from the straps, I stand up, brushing the dirt off my jeans. Leaning down towards my backpack, I tug on the handle, trying to loosen the fence's hold. I lean backwards, fear fuelling my strength.

A shiver goes up my spine as I realise;

Someone is watching me.

I freeze, mid-tug, and slowly turn around.

Nothing.

My eyes dart to the darkness nervously, slowly making their way up to the rooftops.

There.

A shadow, a flicker.

A movement.

Someone is there, watching me. I saw them.

The sound of something softly landing on the ground makes me flinch. I stand, fists clenched in front of my chest, waiting.

And then I see it. Faintly, two white ovals, barely visible in the almost non-existent lighting. I clench my teeth, poised ready to strike.

And then, he steps out of the dark.

Spiderman.

"Why did you steal that?"

"It's none of your business."

"Well, technically, it is. Because if you don't tell me, I'll have no reason not to take you in to the police."

My eyes narrow.

"Fine." Sighing, I look over at him, my face filled with pain. I slowly step backwards, keeping my eyes on him.

"I'm sorry, it's just-" I reach my target.

He barely dodges the piece of metal, before looking back up at me.

"You-"

But I'm gone.

I scale the fence, the poorly-cut wire on the top slicing through my arms and legs. I drop over the other side and yank my bag out, running into a smaller side alley. I continue running, dodging left, right, until finally coming to a rest at the side of an abandoned store. I lean against the wall, grimacing. My side burns from running and the wound, and tiny rivers of blood run down from my cuts on my arms. I wince as I pull my hoodie over my head. My tank top is sticky with dark red blood.

I wrap my jumper around the wound, hiding the red stain.

For now.

Limping, I continue walking towards the familiar brown building in the distance.

I'm alone.

I finally reach my destination, crawling into the small hole in the bricks. Standing up, I pull my jacket off, throwing it onto the ground. My jeans come off too, torn from the fence. I throw on my shorts and sit on the floor, cross-legged. My stomach rumbles in eager anticipation.

Not today.

I peel up the side of my singlet, sticky red lines connecting the fabric to my skin. I hunt around with my feet before finding a piece of cardboard. Picking it up with my free hand, I dust it on my shorts before laying it on my wound.

It'll do for now.

I painfully pull my shirt back down, cardboard instantly sticking to my raw flesh. I sigh, before rolling over to sleep.

Breathing.

I turn over, sweating.

Crack.

My face twitches.

Bang!

I wake up, sweating. I let out a shuddering sigh before stiffly standing up. I stretch, being careful not to aggrivate my injuries. After, I throw on my hoodie, shielding my face with my hair.

A slight flicker of light comes through the gap between floor and ground and I agonizingly slide my way through. Once outside, I look around, seeing any signs if someone was here. The cool breeze strokes my face, and I pull my jacket around me tighter, watching the pale sun rise above the rooftops. I sigh, and head towards the road.

My head deep in thought, I don't notice footsteps from the building up next to me, or feel the eyes of someone looking at me.

Smack!

My hand sticks to the wall with a sticky white net, causing me to fall forwards. I smash into the wall, sliding down and leaving a smear of red. As I slip into unconsciousness, I feel a hand grab my elbow, dragging me up. I cough, glazed eyes wincing at the bright light, and as my eyes drift shut, everything goes dark.

OOOH! THE SUSPENSE!

Hope you enjoyed! Please leave a review what I can improve. Your opinion is highly appreciated.

ALSO I want to point out that this is strictly NO ROMANCE. I'm sorry for those who want to see something like that, but it's not my style.

I should post at least once a week, so check in often!