HELLO EVERYBODY! ARE YOU READY FOR THE FIRST ACTUAL CHAPTER!? CAUSE I AM! It took me a while to really piece together what i wanted the first chapter to be, we already established that their is some weirdo-horned-girl stalking around somewhere, but this actual chapter opens up WHAT kind of New York that is settled in this version of Spider-Man.
Disclaimer: Spider-Man and Lucy do not belong to me! All my original ideas do, but the characters, unfortunately, do not!
Chapter One: Darkest Side of the Night:
"It's Like this; us New Yorker's, we are all mushed into this small island, covered with big bright buildings and fancy looking parks. From a far, it
can look beautiful peaceful, almost safe from above..but its not. It's a dark place, surrounded by thugs, criminals, rapists, and "Super Terrorists"
like Doctor Doom or Magneto. But that's okay, We THRIVE on the danger; you can't live without getting the adrenaline pumping and the heart
racing good people...I love this Town."
- Norman Osborn, quote from his rise to power at the age of twenty, Head of Oscorp Industries
The Dark blue sky is still visible to everyone above, but the stars remain hidden by the bright and colorful lights that shine off of New York City, the Big Apple! The honking of traffic and the pitter patter of a million people all vibrate from this amazing city, best known for its attractions of "Super Heroes", like the Fantastic Four or The Avengers! But those are stories for another time, because no matter what good they do for the world, they can't be their for every little life in the world. But there is one who tries, he is barley known to the public at this time... but his name will soon be known world wide in this fantastic adventure!
Meet Kelsey, 16 years old, blond, and works at a small fast food restaurant in Times Square. By looking at her, you could tell she's been through a lot in her life, her eyes are held in bags covered in mascara, a notebook in one hand, cigarette in the other. Her sleeves pulled up to cover up the bruises on her arm, not to mention the constant heroin shots she's been giving herself; she takes a puff of the cigarette and feels the ashes trail down her throat and the taste of smoke and tar completely seem to destroy her taste buds. It's a normal routine for her, go to school, go to work, then back to the sexist and abusive father... of course. Part of her hopes that she could just die now and than her father could be put into custody from the all the found damage that has been inflicted upon her corpse, but even she wasn't that desperate... not yet at least.
It was normal after that; in between going home and leaving work though, was meeting up with Markus, the man who supplied her with her daily doses. She held the money tight in her hand, hoping and praying to god that it was enough to satiety him. She stared into a dark alley, people were passing by her, not paying an attention nor even giving any thought to her ... nobody cares. She took a deep breath, and walked down the dark alley.
At the end of the alley was the back of the other buildings that surrounded it, dumpsters and trashcans, and nobody in sight. She shoved her hands into her pocket, hating herself for doing this, hating her father for bringing her to this, and her slut of a mother who left her behind with that pathetic drunk of a man. And of course...
"Finally, kid maybe you should hold on to your money so you can buy yourself a damn car!"
Markus, she hated him almost as much as her dad, just because he always had something smart ass to say. He dressed in a green suit, with a black shirt and a blue bow tie, yeah veeeeeery intimidating. He also liked to talk with a Brooklyn accent to make him sound more intimidating, which made him a lot more annoying to listen to because he didn't even HAVE a Brooklyn accent. She almost wished that she was meeting one of those quiet and shady kind of drug dealers instead.
"Alright, Alright, come on Dolly I don't have forever!"
She sighed and nodded, bringing her hand back out of her pocket, still clenching the money, she handed it over to Markus. "There, it's all I got, now just give me my-" He snatched the money straight out of her hand, he looked down at the money for a second before looking back at her. By his expression he looked as if she just pissed all over him.
"Hey you think I'm giving this out for free? I give you what you need, I help you out, I put up with you, and this is what i get? 50 Dollars? Sweety, your young, let me explain this to you; 50 Dollars doesn't do a man SHIT today!"
Spit flew from his mouth, the yelling pierced her ears and made her flinch a bit. "I-I just need one more to get me through the night! Markus please!" She begged him, her heart began to race. It was times like this where she HAD to get on her knees and kiss his feet.
"No can do! You haven't even paid up for the last "One More" that you've given me! Now it looks like your going clean until you can get me some money, you hear me you fucking junkie!?" He screamed at her, pushing the money back into her hand.
"Th-There's gotta be something else I can give you!"
"Look kid when is it going to...hm, well, actually.. what do you got?"
She was hit by the quick realization that she had given herself false hope, she didn't have a thing to give him, she WAS going to have to push through the night after all. Salty tears began to pierce her vision, mascara began to fade down her check.
"I don't have anything..."
"Nooo, What are you talking about?.. You got a lot to give!" He smiled a bit, stepping forward to her. His eyes ran up and down her body, biting his lip, he moved his hand up to her face and began whipping the tears away from her check.
Her heart jumped and she slapped his hand away, "Fuck You! I'm sixteen you goddamn pervert!"
"Fiery huh?"
He grabbed her by the arms and brought her closer, forcing a kiss on her lips, gripping her ass and handling her back. She screeched, struggling and trying to push him off "Come on kid" he exhaled, licking at the girl's neck, not budging even a little "Who needs that shit when I'm here to help you through the night?"
"Well it's not exactly a win-win situation here." An unfamiliar voice came from behind him, startling him, he pushed her to the ground by reaction. He turned around to see who it was... but their was nobody there. Kelsey jumped up and backed away from the Perverted Drug Dealer; looking around frantically as well, she couldn't be caught taking drugs from this fucking guy!
"Yeehoooow! Up here!"
Both heads looked upwards involuntary, Markus heart skipped a bit and Kelsey went wide-eyed. A red and blue figure was looking down upon them, his feet sticking on the side of the wall.
"Anyways back to subject, I really think her answer to your 'oh-so-generous' proposal is pretty clear... "No!", but that's just me..."
'So go with me on this; I'm running around Manhattan all day, without any disturbances or muggings or robberies, nothing! I figure I could head home, but nooo I decide to stay here just in case! So after wasting my entire day, I finally decide to head home, and Mr. Drug Dealer/Creepy Pervert dude pops up!' Spidey sighed thinking to himself, shaking his head at the unbelievable irony.
"What the hell are you? A mutant!? Get the hell away from me you freak!" The man yelled, reaching into his pocket to pull out a pistol.
"What? Okay so faking a Brooklyn accent is totally not shameful at all, dressing in an outfit like you're in the fifties is obviously fashionable, and selling drugs to a poor teenager and then attempting to rape said teenager is fine and dandy..."
TWHIP!
Web splatted all of Markus' eyes, he screamed dropping the gun, pulling at the webbing that had blinded him. Unfortunately for him, he only got his fingers stuck in the webbing, disorienting him.
"-But God Forbid that you meet a Mutant! Yeah..I'm a Freak, riiiiiiiight!"
Spidey jumped from the wall he was clinging to and landed on top of Markus, knocking him to the ground. "Well at least you can use the jail time to think EXTREMELY hard on where in your live that you messed up...'Cause I don't know how to tell you this...but you messed up somewhere."
He turned the Kelsey, who had fallen to the ground, mascara covering her checks and her clothes slightly ripped from Markus.
"Same goes to you too, look I haven't been at this Super Hero thing for too long now, and usually everyone who does this for specific reasons." He walked over to her and tried to help her up. "Now look I want you to try to stop this, this isn't anyone should live, and I think yo-"
Crash! Kelsey had grabbed a stray beer bottle and smashed it on Spideys Head! He let his guard down too much, which means he would accidentally Ignore his danger senses. "Get the hell away from me you fucking mutant! Damn you!" She screamed pushing Spidey to the ground.
"OWCH! Hey-What the Hell?"
All he saw next was The blond girl, running, screaming, once she reached the streets everyone would know hear her story, and people would start believing it. He sighed as the girl left his sight but the screams and the oncoming sirens we're not lost to his ears.
"Your Welcome..." he chuckled in disbelief. He quickly got back on his feet and jumped into the air, scurrying over the buildings.
'Well look at the bright side spidey... you caught the bad guy, saved the girl, and even if they don't know it; you do!... And yet you know that girl isn't going to stop taking drugs from other people.'
Spidey sighed, after a while he found himself a big building to ponder his thoughts with. He looked over the city, the big beautiful deceiving city, and the beautiful and deadly looking river. Sighing, he took off his mask, holding it in his hand. The wind blowing past his face, the cold biting at his skin. Words from his Uncle Ben Echoed in his mind...
"You just have to hang in their and give it your all! I know what it's like, because I've been there. You have gifts peter, and I know one of these days, your going to share with your gifts with the whole word. Young men like you don't come along often peter, your going to make a real difference in the world son..I know it."
"I'm trying Uncle Ben... for two months I've been trying, but all I've come to realize that I'm not making any sort of difference at all. I save lives, but so do other people, the REAL heroes! How can I make a difference if I can't even help one person? I saved her life yes!..But what's the point? She's not going to move on and live long and happy, so what did I do, simply spare her one less painful moment in her life? What kind of hero am I then?... I'm no hero, I'm just a guy in a suit who beats up thugs... But I'll hold on just a little longer for you uncle Ben. I promise, I'm trying to be the person who would've stopped that man when he had the chance; a True Hero."
To Be Continued...
Looks like Spidey is already in a trouble! Pickled in a jar of Self-Doubt and Alienation! What's going to happen when our MYSTERIOUS LUCY comes to the United States? Stay tuned true believers! StanLee4Ever out!
