Sorry this is so short. I'll make it up to you with an extra-long chapter next time. R&R and enjoy guys!

The plane, twice as large as the planes used on September 11, crashed into the ground of central park at a speed unmatched by anything the large city had ever seen. The impact in itself had killed dozens of bystanders but the explosion that followed killed hundreds more. Among the wreckage were a few survivors, coughing and sputtering and screaming for help or in pain. But dead center in the middle laid a small, teenage boy. That boy was none other than Peter Parker. At first glance one would chalk him up as another casualty of the crash but only a few moments after the explosion he came to, coughing and crying out at the pain that surged through him violently.

Peter called out for help for what seemed like hours before a policeman lifted the hunk of broken metal off of his small form and pulled him to safety. He was immediately rushed to the nearest hospital and taken into surgery. Hours later he laid there in recovery, sobbing over the loss of his parents. He was so lost in his sorrow that he didn't notice the shadows that crawled closer and closer towards his broken body. They slowly crept up his bed and licked his arms with their cold tendrils. They slowly began to enclose him, trapping him in there depths. Peter struggled hard but it seemed the more he did the faster they encased him. Slowly, he submitted to the cold darkness and closed his eyes.

Peter gasped as he sat up quickly in his bead, cold sweat rolling down his forehead. He growled and slammed his fist against the wall as he realized he had experienced another nightmare and fell back against his pillow. He stared up at the ceiling, knowing he wouldn't be able to fall asleep again for the rest of the night. It had been like this ever since the crash. He would be startled out of another nightmare and try in vain to fall back into his restless sleep.

He stood up and made his way down the stairs and to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He pulled a glass from the cupboard before filling it with cold tap water. He gulped the water down and jumped as a boom of thunder rattled the windows, lightning following close behind. Peter had glanced out the window as the lightning flashed and frowned as he caught a glimpse of something, slinking down the empty road on all fours. He waited for another flash of lightning only to see that whatever had been there was gone.

Shrugging it off as his imagination Peter climbed the stairs to his bedroom and crawled back into bed. He laid there for close to an hour before sleep finally took him and thrust him into yet another painful nightmare.