Chapter 1
Gunshot
Bang! Bang! A gun shot off from a distance. The sad thing is that that's normal on a Saturday night at 1:00am in Queens, New York. This time I would stop the person who shot the gun. I flew in the darkness, a web here and a web there. That was how I got around such a big city. My web blasters! I swear that night when I figured out the formula to the extra sticky web was one of the best nights I've ever had. I flew past the old abandoned warehouse where I had confronted my Uncle Ben's murderer. Long story; don't have time to explain trying to find out where the bullets came from. "Spider sense!" I mutter to myself as I hear another set of bullets. I let go of my web and land on the roof of an old shop. I peek over the corner, carefully keeping myself in the shadows. "So boss, we are going to take him out tonight?" It's a voice from someone below the building but I don't dare take a look. "We must wait! If we attack too soon someone might suspect us if we do this to fast, we have to be patient. Bid our time!" Kill whom? Kill whom? I mutter to myself, carefully waiting for my turn to swing into action. "Okay boss, whatever you say!" The voice is getting faint as if the person is walking away. I look down for only a split second. No one was standing below the building. But I could still see the man that was walking away. I jumped up shooting my web, swinging right behind the man. The man was whistling a soft tune to himself. A happy tune, that was about to turn oh so dark. My timing was perfect. I aimed my web right at his back and yanked as hard as I could. He hit the cement with a loud thump! "What the." The man had no clue what to do, except for one thing that I think every single criminal does. Reaches for his or her gun when he doesn't know what to do, and that's exactly what he did. He turned around and looked directly into my eyes, as he was aiming his gun. "You know to much kid! You probably heard my whole conversation. I'm sorry but maybe if kids these days weren't so nosey you might of lived!" He sputtered the words as if someone was making him say them. Bang! Bang! The gun went off. I jumped to the side before the bullets did as much as fire out of the gun. I stuck up onto the wall. Yes, that's one of my many great powers I gained that day when I got that fateful spider bite.
I jumped back at the man. Scaring him half to death as I knocked the gun out of his hand. This is one of my least favorite parts of being a hero, doing the questioning!
I threw the gun to the ground nearly breaking it in half. I neatly grabbed his collar and threw him into the nearest wall. "Look, I'm going to ask three simple questions. Just answer them and everything will be ok! First question, who is the guy you called 'the boss'?" I angrily yelled out the question. "I just met him. I call him the boss; well everyone calls him the boss. He's never revealed his real name!" The man was so scared that it was almost sad. "Who are you going to murder?" I knew I wouldn't get an answer. But it was worth a shot. "Norman Osborn. He's the owner of Oscorp, him and 'The Boss' got some business to tend to!" I can't believe he told me, it could've been a lie. Or it could have been the truth. "You know the Kingpin? Your boss has a connection with him?" Kingpin, I can only tell you so much about him. He is one of the upper gangsters in New York. He murders someone pays the city numerous amounts of money and that makes everything ok! Or so I've observed. "He and the boss knew each other in the past. But that was a while back." I threw the poor man to the side. I jumped into the air gracefully spinning my web. You probably know who I am by now, your friendly neighbor-hood spider-Man.
Gunshot
Bang! Bang! A gun shot off from a distance. The sad thing is that that's normal on a Saturday night at 1:00am in Queens, New York. This time I would stop the person who shot the gun. I flew in the darkness, a web here and a web there. That was how I got around such a big city. My web blasters! I swear that night when I figured out the formula to the extra sticky web was one of the best nights I've ever had. I flew past the old abandoned warehouse where I had confronted my Uncle Ben's murderer. Long story; don't have time to explain trying to find out where the bullets came from. "Spider sense!" I mutter to myself as I hear another set of bullets. I let go of my web and land on the roof of an old shop. I peek over the corner, carefully keeping myself in the shadows. "So boss, we are going to take him out tonight?" It's a voice from someone below the building but I don't dare take a look. "We must wait! If we attack too soon someone might suspect us if we do this to fast, we have to be patient. Bid our time!" Kill whom? Kill whom? I mutter to myself, carefully waiting for my turn to swing into action. "Okay boss, whatever you say!" The voice is getting faint as if the person is walking away. I look down for only a split second. No one was standing below the building. But I could still see the man that was walking away. I jumped up shooting my web, swinging right behind the man. The man was whistling a soft tune to himself. A happy tune, that was about to turn oh so dark. My timing was perfect. I aimed my web right at his back and yanked as hard as I could. He hit the cement with a loud thump! "What the." The man had no clue what to do, except for one thing that I think every single criminal does. Reaches for his or her gun when he doesn't know what to do, and that's exactly what he did. He turned around and looked directly into my eyes, as he was aiming his gun. "You know to much kid! You probably heard my whole conversation. I'm sorry but maybe if kids these days weren't so nosey you might of lived!" He sputtered the words as if someone was making him say them. Bang! Bang! The gun went off. I jumped to the side before the bullets did as much as fire out of the gun. I stuck up onto the wall. Yes, that's one of my many great powers I gained that day when I got that fateful spider bite.
I jumped back at the man. Scaring him half to death as I knocked the gun out of his hand. This is one of my least favorite parts of being a hero, doing the questioning!
I threw the gun to the ground nearly breaking it in half. I neatly grabbed his collar and threw him into the nearest wall. "Look, I'm going to ask three simple questions. Just answer them and everything will be ok! First question, who is the guy you called 'the boss'?" I angrily yelled out the question. "I just met him. I call him the boss; well everyone calls him the boss. He's never revealed his real name!" The man was so scared that it was almost sad. "Who are you going to murder?" I knew I wouldn't get an answer. But it was worth a shot. "Norman Osborn. He's the owner of Oscorp, him and 'The Boss' got some business to tend to!" I can't believe he told me, it could've been a lie. Or it could have been the truth. "You know the Kingpin? Your boss has a connection with him?" Kingpin, I can only tell you so much about him. He is one of the upper gangsters in New York. He murders someone pays the city numerous amounts of money and that makes everything ok! Or so I've observed. "He and the boss knew each other in the past. But that was a while back." I threw the poor man to the side. I jumped into the air gracefully spinning my web. You probably know who I am by now, your friendly neighbor-hood spider-Man.