The Amazing Spiderman: Reborn
Volume 1 Issue 0
2 ½ YEARS AGO
A rather ordinary 12-year-old boy was standing on the edge of a roof on an ordinary night in New York City.
Oh, who am I kidding! In New York City there's never an ordinary day and this kid was far from ordinary as well. He had a slightly chubby physique and long blonde hair and he was short. His determined silver-blue eyes looked to the roof opposite of the one he was standing on. This kid was me two years ago. And I am and was definitely not normal.
Now, you're probably wondering what a twelve-year-old kid was doing on an edge of a rooftop. You're probably thinking, "He's a superhero!" or "He's crazy!" or "This kid is a daredevil and was trying to prove he was brave and could jump from one roof to another like Spiderman to his friends!" If you thought the third thing then you were right.
I was a daredevil by the name of Alexander "Alex" David Black, and was always trying to prove I was insanely awesome. I wasn't.
From the other roof I, Alex Black, heard my friends shouting, "C'mon Alex! I don't believe you'll make it!" "It won't hurt to much when you hit the ground!" and other such encouraging stuff.
I took a few steps back and began to run. I waited till I was at the edge of the roof and took a leap with all the force I could muster.
I'm going to make it! I thought.
Yeah right!
I was about to take a step on the roof when I suddenly started to fall. Suddenly a red hand caught me and pulled me up.
"Awesome!" My friend, a badly cut hazel haired, dark eyed, and tall kid whose name was Bryan exclaimed.
"Fantastic!" The short and thin kid who had brown Bieber Bangs named Peter (who guess what? He's my other annoying friend too!) said in his very high voice.
Spiderman landed on the rooftop by me and said, "I was looking for something more along the lines of "Amazing" or "Spectacular." He then jumped off and began to swing away. Just when he was out of reach he yelled, "And leave the Spiderman stuff to me kid!"
We stood there for a good thirty seconds before I said, " Let's go!"
"What?" Peter responded, "I've gotta get home! My parents are already gonna kill me for staying out this late!"
Bryan turned to him, "Ooohh. Awe thwey gonna gwound little Peter," he said using his baby voice.
I ran off with them and after jumping from to another closely conjoined roofs I heard Peter yell in the distance, "Wait!"
I was running faster and jumping higher than I ever had before and I made it to a last rooftop that ended at Times Square in just a few minutes and I stopped and looked down, breathless.
Spiderman was fighting the Green Goblin and five other super villains were lying on the ground around them. Civilians stood behind debris, watching.
Green Goblin through multiple Pumpkin Bombs which Spiderman, cut and bleeding, his mask holding on by a thread, webbed back around and hit Green Goblin with the bombs.
Green Goblin flew to the ground, his arm ripped off, motionless. The crowd cheered
"Yeah! Go Spiderman!" I yelled.
Spiderman stood there for what seemed like an eternity, blood gushing from his stomach.
He collapsed.
Gasps were heard everywhere. A man in scrubs rushed forward.
"He can't be…"
"He's dead," the man stated.
"Dead…" I couldn't move.
The thread that held the mask on tore and the mask slipped off Spiderman's face to show an old, gray-haired man.
An old woman rushed from the crowd and held the Spiderman's head up. "No! Peter! You can't be! Please come back!"
Just then my friends caught up, "What's going on…" Bryan began, "Oh."
Peter Parker was dead. And that's when my story begins.