Authors Note

This is my first time writing anything like this so I hope you enjoy! Sorry if this sounds like a rip off of other writers work I didn't mean to copy.

Disclaimer

I don't own any of the characters in this story, blah blah this is only for a bit of fun and blah blah blah not for profit blah blah...anywho time for the story!

Chapter One

On The Run

Prologue

They're better off without me Peter thought as he ran from his (former) foster home he was forced to stay at, his Aunt May was his last living relative, so when she died Peter was put into the system. All he had with his was the clothes on his back and a rucksack containing all of his meagre possessions; two changes of clothes, a pillow, a thin blanket, his toothbrush, a bar of soap and some pictures. He could never have a normal, happy life with family and friends, he was cursed. Everybody he had ever loved had either died or gotten seriously injured. Mary Jane was the only person he had ever cared about who survived knowing him and she's in a wheelchair for life. (My story, remember?)

He was so wrapped up in self pity that he didn't notice that his (former) foster-parents had realised he was missing from his bed and had gone to go find him. While he was there he didn't socialise much and just stayed in his room. Peter only called his (former) foster-parents 'Ma'am and Sir'.

While he was at school he always kept to himself and stayed out of people's way. He made one acquaintance while at the school, her name was Julie. Peter tried to avoid her, but she had always seemed to find him. So he told her that he was not safe to be around and then he forced her out of his life out.

One day, some bullies was picking on a little kid and nobody was doing anything about it, they were just watching, so Peter had to do something. Just as the bully was about to punch the defenceless kid Peter caught his fist. Everyone was shocked, Peter was a lot smaller than the bully everyone called 'King Kong'.

"Whatcha' think you're doin' kid?" Kong growled, as he towered over Peter.

"I'm telling you to back of this little kid" Peter said calmly, he stood his ground. Kong took a swing at Peter but he dodged it easily, Kong was now throwing random kicks and punches at him. Peter then jabbed Kong in the ribs and he crumpled to the ground, sweat pouring down his face. Peter walked away, leaving everyone stunned.

The foster-parents had informed the social services about Peter running away and they had joined the search for him. "Over there!" a man shouted, running after Peter, who was now bolting away from them "Damn, that kids fast" commented an out of breath social services worker, another worker nodded in agreement.

Peter looks for a place to hide, when he sees an abandoned building in not bad condition. He finds an old mattress and takes out his pillow and his thin blanket. I should be safe here…for now he thinks as his eyes close.

Authors Notes Well, that was the first chapter of this story, I hope you enjoyed! Sorry that this was super short, I wrote this at 4 o' clockady ock in the mornin' so -_- ZZzz