Here are people who can do all fine and heroic things but one - keep from telling their happiness to the unhappy.-Mark Twain
Do you want to know all about my story? Really want to know? If I were to tell you my life was different than an average human's is, would you believe it? I guess you can say my life is something right out of a comic book. My life is much different than anyone and anythings... I'll explain... everything.
Neon City - Time: 5:21 AM
October 22, 2014
In the large city, that was the size of New York, buildings were on fire as some fell to the ground with the sky had a bright orange tint. At the same time, the civilians ran in pure fear as they kept their children and family close, while some mourned as they held their dead relatives close to them. However, in the middle of the city had a larger mess of the chaos as buildings were into debris, while a teenager that had redish brown hair, blue eyes, black glasses, and wore a torn up suit began to lift all of it off of him, and threw it away while he was holding his head, for it was bleeding heavily.
"A-Ah... my head..." He said while he rubbed it and his eyes until he looked around, seeing a large part of the city he was in destroyed. "Oh my god... this is crazy..." He looked around quickly in a panic, wondering if there was anybody nearby. "HELLO?! ANYBODY HERE!?" He then suddenly a large amount pain wash over his body as he grabbed his right shoulder, for it too was bleeding, until he felt a tingle in his skull. At the same time, somebody walking toward him, in which he looked to see a humanoid figure; who was pure black with light blue veins and eyes covered in electricity, walking to him while it left electrical footprints behind while it faded quickly. "G-get away..." He began to walk backwards slowly while the humanoid figure still walked toward him. "I said GET AWAY!" He aimed his left arm toward him and put his middle and ring finger on his palm, making it shoot a ball of webbing toward it, but the being grabbed it and it turned to dust, making the teen stare with wide eyes and continued to walk backwards. He kept doing this until he accidentally tripped backwards while he tried to shoot more webs at the being, but were still easily obliterated. He tried to get away, until his back then hit a destroyed wall, making him look until his neck was grabbed by the black being lifted him up high enough for their eyes meet.
"So... are you prepared for your life to end, boy?" The being asked in a dark and low voice while he looked at the weak teen, until he began to slowly laugh. "Look at you, the supposed 'Hero' of Neon City, having to retreat from your enemy... it's pathetic... I can't stand it, your kind now... They don't deserve to live in a world where the strong can take what they want and rule over the weak, for they are just tools... and let me tell you this..." He gripped his neck tighter while the boy struggled to breathe from the pressure. "Nobody is better ..than me... remember that in the after life." The being began to form black electricity into his hand while he kept his eyes on the boy. "Any last words, Spider-Man?"
The boy then looked at the being weakly as he struggled until a thought came to his mind.
"How did all of this happen?"