With great power comes great responsibility. That is what my uncle used to tell me. Now he's gone… And I have been looking for weeks to find the man responsible for his death. Who am I? You sure you want to know? I'm Spiderwoman, given a job to do. I'm also Beca Mitchell, in my free time a Bella and photographer for the school paper. Yes Bella as in Barden Bella's the acapella group. How I got myself into it? Well there is only one person to blame and that is Chloe Beale, the girl next door. Oh boy, if she'd only knew how I felt about her. But she can never find out about my secret.
"Sorry I'm late guys…" I apologised when I walked into the Bella's rehearsal room. I had gotten out of my Spiderwoman uniform and into some typical girl clothing. My hair was a mess, but I couldn't care less.
"You're always late Beca… Where do you go all the time?" Fat Amy asked me. They were still a little easy on me because of my uncle's death. There was so much pressure at the moment, that they didn't really had a message to my excuses. Our performance at Kennedy Center was just in a few weeks and there was still a lot that needed to be done, we would be lucky to nail it. "I was just… Uhm… I had some trouble with… uhh… things." I stammered, trying to avoid the question. I can't just exactly reveal my big secret, now can I?
"It doesn't matter. You're here now that is what is important." Chloe said, moving on. "Okay ladies! Positions!" She clapped her hands.
They say you're a freak when we're having fun
Say you must be high when we're spreading love
But we're just living life and we never stop
We got the world
We got the wo-wo-wo-wo-wo...
It's going down, I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night you won't remember
I'll be the one you won't forget
(Wooooah)
We had been practicing for hours to get our pitch right. Chloe had been pushing us to the limit, but it was necessary. Performing for the president was kind of a big thing, so it was vital we got our choreography straight. Finally Chloe was calling it a day and everyone took their leave.
"Beca can I talk to you for a second?" Chloe signalled me.
"Sure, what's up?" I said, walking towards her.
"You're not here." She pointed out.
I sighed. "Chloe I'm sorry I was late again… I promise I will work on it." I gazed into her blue eyes, feeling like I was drowning in them.
"No I mean… You're here, but not really here. Your thoughts are somewhere else." She said, looking a bit worried. Chloe and I had really grown close over the last two years. She was my best buddy, that was never going to change. Still I couldn't help myself but want to be more than just friends. But I couldn't… Spiderwoman will always have enemies. "I won't say I understand how you feel, because I don't. Losing your uncle like that, I mean it must be rough." I had no words. The memory was still fresh of my uncle bleeding out in my hands. Chloe rubbed a tear from my cheek with her thumb. "I'm here for you okay?" She said softly, pulling me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing my nose into her auburn coloured hair. She smelled nice. "I gotta go…" I whispered into her ear. "Okay…" She replied, but didn't actually let me go immediately. "See ya!" I said, taking my leave, as she let go of me.
"Becaw!" I heard someone calling from behind me. "Jesse!" I threw my arms around his neck, as I swirled around. Jesse and I have been close friends ever since high school. His father, Norman Swanson was the head of the very famous company, Swanson, and also one of the richest men in Atlanta. After the loss of his wife, he buried himself in his work and rarely had time left for Jesse. He wanted Jesse to take over the company when he got older, but Jesse had a different dream. He wanted to produce music for movies and bring people to tears you know. "How are you doing shorty?" That's me. I'm shorty. "Good. You?" "Oh some ass just spilled his coffee all over my T-shirt… But I'd feel a lot better if you'd watch this movie with me." He held Lord of the Rings up, and drew his sad face with puppy eyes. "I've seen it already." I said. "But you haven't seen it twice." I laughed. "Weak arguments, movie boy. Besides I've already made plans." I felt bad for lying. "Oh, well other time then." He said slightly disappointed, to which I nodded.
I sat on the tallest skyscraper of New York, the World Trade Center, watching the city go to sleep. I enjoyed moments like these, though it didn't last very long before I sensed trouble. The sirens of police cars echoed through the city. "Here we go…" I stood up, took one deep breath before letting myself fall from the pencil shaped building. "WHOOOH!" I shouted, feeling as how the wind was brushing alongside my body, over the fabric of my suit. The streets were perfectly mapped for me with its lights, showing me where I needed to go. "It never gets old." I chuckled, and then shot out a web to attach myself to one of the buildings. Some thieves thought they could get away with robbery. How stupid of them.
"Tommy! Through that alley!" The broad man said to his partner. In his hand he held a bag of money. They had robbed an honest man for it, who was just doing his work running the store to get some money to take care of his family. The broad man stopped when his friend, Tommy found himself stuck in a web that was created between the two walls. "What the fuck is this?!" He said, struggling to get loose. "That's not going to work." Spiderwoman said, leaning with her back against the wall taking a relaxing posture. "Don't move!" The thief took out his gun, aiming with a shaky hand at me. "Hey! It's rude to point a gun at a woman. Didn't your mother teach you manners?" I said, fooling around a bit, as was my usual routine. "I said don't move!" He repeated himself, raising his voice.
"Not the greatest pick up line." I casted a web around the gun the man was holding then shot a web around his mouth. "That will keep you quiet." I said, dodging his kick and pushing him towards the brick wall where I secured both his wrists and feet. I came closer and pulled his sleeve down to check if he had a tattoo on his wrist. "It's your lucky day pal." I told him sincerely. Boy I wouldn't know what I might be capable of if he had been the one responsible... "FREEZE!" I heard shouted behind me. It was a police officer pointing his gun at me. "Ah my friends in blue. I got the thief no worries."
"I said freeze! I'm taking you under arrest."
"For what? I just did 80% of your work, and this is how you repay me?!" I jumped over him, taking the pistol out of his hand in the same move. Somehow the police couldn't appreciate my work even though I was only trying to help out. I made a run for it, removing myself as swift as possible from the scene. I heard sirens in the distance and swung to that direction.
I got home late. Aunt May had probably retired to bed. I got some food out of the fridge and drank some milk out of the bottle. "For God sake Beca, how many times do I have to tell you not to drink out of the bottle!" I got scared by Aunt May creeping up on me. "I can't take this anymore Beca… All these secrets, lies. Do you even know how late it is?"
"Please go to sleep Aunt May…" It was more pleading, than asking
"I can't sleep!? Don't you understand!? Beca what is going on? Is it your uncle? Are you doing drugs? Alcohol? Just tell me!" Aunt May said. "Aunt May… I- No… No I am not doing drugs or any of that kind. I just…" She could never know my secret or she might get in danger. I was Spiderwoman, the famous vigilante. I'm not really a bad guy favourite.
"What Beca?! Look at me when I am speaking!" She yelled, her voice almost a little desperate.
I turned around, my cheek red from a hit I had gotten and jaw bruised. Aunt May covered her mouth with her hands in shock. "Beca… You're hurt, who did this to you?" Her voice was breaking.
"I can't tell you…" I told her, tears beginning to show.
"Beca… secrets have its cost. They are not for free." She said, stroking my cheek with the back of her hand. I pulled away, quickly going to my room while Aunt May stood there. She had never felt so far away from me.