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"Please! Please make it stop!" My foster mother crouched on the floor, scratching at her own face. There was blood, and I enjoyed it. There were spiders, fat and hairy and pulsing, climbing into her dress and hair and eyes. Only, they weren't real. Only she and I could see them because they were my own illusion. She was crying. I was laughing. She deserved it though. That's what I thought anyway.
"Jamie!" And then there was my foster father. Pitifully whimpering in the corner. His illusion was a bird, long and black, chewing off his fingernails with razor sharp fangs. He was held in place by the bird's massive inky wings. I was quite proud of that one. My favorite illusion to use.
And the best part was that no matter how many times I used the same one, it was always just as terrifying. I smiled at him, very creepily. Then I turned on my heel and walked out of the dingy house we lived in. I knew the illusions ended when the screams did. I chuckled to myself as I strolled through the streets.
The morning was gray and mottled, like the sky had a fever. In the back of my mind I wished I had brought a hoodie, but I didn't go back. I had to at least give my parents time to recover, so I wouldn't wear them out. Kind of like a toy, if you play with it too much it breaks. And no amount of superglue can make it quit right again. I snapped out of my thoughts and walked a little faster.
Eventually I made it to my favorite perch, the small rooftop of a building overlooking Time's Square. That's where the exciting stuff happened. I waited for the inevitable and heard it arrive a moment later. Spiderman and his team, running after some unlucky villain. Ah, the small purple and gold-clad Frenchmen.
He was quite common. Batroc, I think. Anyway, he was leaping for his life. A web latched onto his back and pulled him backwards into an oncoming, glowing fist. I smiled, settling in.
He picked himself up and aimed a flying kick at Powerman. He was okay, but pretty generic in my mind. Then there was his obvious buddy, Iron Fist, who was only slightly more interesting because he knew martial arts. Nova shot energy beams at Batroc, sending him into fiery panic. I liked him. He could fly and had probably seen me more than a few times, but he never pointed me out.
I respected that. Another web launched the battered villain into the air. To be honest, I didn't really like Spiderman. He held back. Jokes don't quite pack the same punch as an actual punch.
He was basically a funny cheerleader. Batroc let out one last defeated m*** as his suit was slashed to bits by steel claws and his head was kicked hard enough to make a cracking sound. She was my favorite. White Tiger. She never held back, and almost seemed to enjoy the rush of violence. Like I did. I inwardly cheered as Batroc slumped down. But then the fight was over and the Tricarrier would be coming soon.
I rushed away from my perch and quickly ran home, laughing and whooping all the way.
So yeah, this was a little prologue. Next chapter will be longer, and the reason of the title will be introduced. Tell me what you think down in the reviews! And anyway...
Wolf out...