We go back to before Jhan Li even became Dranea and how events of the past has caused the rip in dimensions and universe.
CH1: A Twisted Tale
"Spiderman's a menace!" J. Jonah Jameson declared on a big screen television plastered on one of the tall buildings as the aforementioned swung across the bright flat monitor that displayed a live record of the very reporter himself in all of his mustache glory.
"Peter Parker here and I guess I got myself a new profile pic."
The angle of the shot taken was when he swung across the screen, shooting strands of white gossamer as strong as steel on the next building, his pose rather portraying his muscle tone and strength along with a smug look on his face full of confidence and pride. The view was then suddenly zoomed out, focused on the bright wide screen and the newshound, his face contorted in madness as spit flew out of his mouth and that moment was paused. A seemingly mutated zit appear to be on the newshound's nose that wasn't exactly there before, especially when you look at previous records and photos of the old man.
"What on Earth is that?!"
Peter Parker shows up in front of the readers/viewers and examines the dot on the paused footage, rubbing a finger on the surface just to make sure it isn't a foreign object stuck on the wall.
"It's some kind of mutated red and blue pimple..." Peter trailed off and realization hit him. "Oh wait! That's me! Well, the other me…"
Peter chuckles embarrassingly then leaves the view with a reddish face like that of a tomato as the paused footage zoomed in on the spider's glorious and epic pose then the video resumes.
Anyway, it's been almost a year since I've donned a costume and became New York's hero – Spiderman.
Here I am, rushing back home with the grocery Uncle Ben made me run an errand for, swinging back in my red and blue costume just for the feel of it. Plus it's a great way for taking shortcuts to get home with all the traffic down below. I somehow got sidetracked and I'm waaay over the estimated time of just buying groceries. Well, what do you expect from being a hero? Spiderman was web-swinging across New York's skyscrapers, holding a bag of groceries full of food for dinner.
Boom! A bank robbery took place on Spiderman's way back home and three men wearing what looked like cheap knock off Spiderman masks hauled bags of dirty cash behind their backs like dark colored Santa on Halloween. The alarms blared alerting the neighborhood of a robbery.
I have to think of a good reason to tell Uncle Ben why it would take me so long to get groceries when I get home. That is, if I get to bring home the whole bag of goods. "Got to remember them after this." Spiderman muttered while he webbed the bag of groceries on a wall between some alley before rushing towards the heat of action.
"It's a little too early for Christmas, don't you think?" Spiderman was hanging upside down, tilting his head at the robbers.
The three Spiderman wannabes took out their guns and in a panic, fired at the red and dark blue hero who dodged every single bullet with ease.
"Whoa there! Such a feisty fan club I got here. Why can't we just crawl around and spin webs together?"
More shots were fired at him but in a more confident manner that got the web crawler do a spider dance.
"No? Well, I guess I got no choice but to check you all out." Spiderman crisscrossed his arms and thwipped webs, yanking the duos guns away from them then gave them a whoopin' punch and a roundhouse kick to their persons but one of them took off with a bag of hard earned dirty cash, hugging it like there's no tomorrow.
Spiderman thwipped a web but it went pass the fleeing Spiderman fan. The robber felt the chance that he was missed and happily rejoiced in his thoughts but such was short lived that that very notion was turned into an unfortunate smack down with a heavy metal that kissed him which came with the webs pulled in by our hero, stealing his first kiss from that very moment.
"Ow! That's gonna leave a mark." Spiderman winced then checked his fan's state and wrapped them all together with his webbings in a cocoon like manner along with the stolen money before them.
Sirens blared from the distance and cops came to find the robbers all tied up and groaning with a note saying, "From your friendly neighborhood Spiderman!" accompanied with a chibi drawing of his face in the end.
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"Uncle Ben, I'm home!" Peter Parker closed shut the front door behind him.
"Peter. You're late for dinner." Uncle Ben poked his head out from the kitchen. "I did what I could with what we have left in the fridge since I guessed you'd be running late. So where are the groceries?"
Oh great. Just as I predicted, I forgot them. He mentally facepalmed, grinning at his Uncle while thinking of an excuse for the nth time. Unluckily for him, he may have used every possible reasonable excuse there is for him to throw at his uncle.
"Let me guess. You were so focused with your studying that you forgot."
"Yes?" Peter managed a forced smile and relaxed that his uncle got him out of his own faults.
Uncle Ben sighed. "You better sort things out Peter or you'll be parading yourself in your underwear one day."
Peter smiled sheepishly as Ben walked towards the living room when the former spotted something on the floor and picked it up. It was a white sealed envelope. He was about to turn it over to check who was the sender when Uncle Ben took it away from him.
"Ah. Thank you for getting my letter Peter. You better go and eat or you'll be eating your dinner cold." Uncle Ben then strode over to his couch, eyeing the envelope as if a weight was put on him that got him so tired suddenly, flopping on the couch in the process, giving his stressed limbs a rest.
Peter watched for a while and went to the kitchen for dinner.
Dear Mom, Dad and Aunt May:
Uncle Ben seems to be stressed out so much lately. I know that the letter contains this month's bills. I've been pitching in with what cash I could obtain from my freelancing as a photographer at the Daily Bugle but with school starting in a few weeks, maybe I should just go ahead and get a full time job instead. Well, it's too early for me to drop from school as you'd tell me Aunt May. I'll try what I could to get myself a raise. I just hope I'd do well since facing J. Jonah Jameson pretty much keeps you from getting a word through that thick skull of his. I'm sorry, I'm aware that I should respect my elders but his just over the top at times.
I really thought of posting this separately but I decided to place the story in the same work plus I would have posted this probably next year ahaha but I'm itching to have it posted so yeah...
I'm finding it hard to do the illustrations especially digitally since I have other things to do (or I just don't have my priorities organized... :| ). My brain just isn't cooperating at times... Anywayz, I'd love to hear from ya'll so leave a comment. ;)
11/19/18; 1/5,7/19
