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It's been almost a week since aunt May was shot. There is still no progress. I went to school again this morning. I tried to follow the lessons but I couldn't focus on it. Aunt May was all I could think about. So I decided to sneak out and skip the last few classes. I went to see aunt May in the hospital the rest of the afternoon, until I decided I had to get back to the foster home for dinner.
The foster parents are nice I guess. Well, actually there are pretty busy with all the other foster kids and don't really pay attention to me but that is nice. It means it's easy to sneak out after dinner and go out for a patrol as spider-man. Besides, punching bad guys at least gets my mind off the shit that is called my life. So that's what I'm is doing at the moment.
'Look buddy. I'm pretty sure she is not into you so you should probably leave the nice lady alone.' I tell the drunk guy who I found bothering a woman. The drunk guy turns around and points his knife at me, not noticing the woman slips away.
'You don't tell me whatta do!' The drunk guy says as he rushes towards me.
'I didn't know you also liked men. Don't worry, I don't have anything against gay guys.' I say as I take a step to the side to dodge his attempt to stab me. 'And I get that you like me, but I still gotta disappoint you. You're really not my type.' I say as I easily dodge another attempt to stab me. 'Which way to swipe again? I think the left meant not interested?'
The drunk man just grunted and gave a third attempt to stab me.
'I'm gonna go with left.' Within a second I disarm the man from his knife and tackle him to the left. With a quick movement I have both his arms webbed to the ground.
The woman, who had already called 911, mouths a silent 'thank you' to me. I give her a smile in return, but then remind myself she couldn't see it through the mask. 'You're welcome.' I say instead. Then I hear the sirens coming this way. I guess it's time to go again. Some of the police respect me, but a lot of them will follow prodigal and shoot me at first sight. After all, the arrest warrant is still standing, for which I blame the daily bugles crap talk about me. And of course myself, for bringing in pictures of my alter ego every once in a while. But at least I get paid for it.
After stopping one more mugging, I start swinging towards the edge of Hell's Kitchen. The alley where aunt May was shot to be precise. As I sit on one of the rooftops I look down. There is a black van parked at the side of the alley. Two people were leaning against the wall, both smoking a cigarette.
One thought plagued my mind. What happened exactly? All the police knew is that aunt May was shot. After she called, they tracked the phone and went to check on that place, but the shooter was far gone. There were no witnesses. The police had no lead and so no suspects.
But whatever happened, this is where it happened. This is where I should have been that day. I shouldn't have left aunt May to walk here alone. It's all my fault. Am I really a hero? Or am I just cursed? I go out, pretending I could save the world, like I could make a difference. Yet everyone around me dies or gets hurt and I didn't save any of them. I failed them all. I'm just a fucked up kid, not a hero.
I try to stop my thoughts and focus on something else yet I can't stop myself to think of my parents, my uncle and Gwen. All of them are gone. Now my aunt is in the hospital and I can't lose her, I really can't. I don't know what to do without her. She's all I have.
An expensive car drives in the alley and brings me out of my thoughts. The car stops before the two smoking man and opens his window. My spidey-sense starts tingling a little. I lean forward to take a closer look. The man behind the wheel hands the taller one of the smoking man an envelope, and says something in Russian.
'No Problem, I'll get it done.' The large man replies back in English. The expensive BMW driver closes his window again and drives away. 'Come on, we got a job to do.' The large man says as he walks towards the black van. They both get in the vehicle and I watch as they drive away. What are they up to? Should I follow them? I didn't exactly caught them doing any crime. Could they've been connected to the shooter of aunt May? I sigh. I am probably just being paranoid. I lean back to look at the stars and the airplanes flying. It's quieter in this part of the city. Suddenly I realise my spidey-sense is still tingling even though the van is far gone.
I turn my head as I hear a small crack on the other rooftop. A spot a shadowy figure in a red costume, watching me. I stand up straight, suddenly on high alert, but the figure just turns around and disappears into the night.
Who the hell was that? Well whatever, I should probably get back to the foster house.